There he is, one of the masters of gliding, a red kite. In my earlier more active days we went on a trip up the nearby mountain. It was the first time I could see them in their full mobility, gliding through the air with no problem. They were really poetry in motion.
Humans can try to copy their ability to conquer the air currents, but we still look a little clumsy with our parachutes and bundle hanging below. The kite just takes off, but we travel a few kilometres and take the mountain cable car until we reach a height good enough to take off. First of all we have to wear the right clothing and unpack our flying apparatus. Then it is a run and jump from the height. The kite, he is just laughing and takes off, climbing higher and higher making circles in the air until he can look down on us all.
RDP Sunday: Glide
I was approaching my place on my way home from town, seated comfortably in my wheelchair and suddenly one of the neighbour’s cats crossed my path. He saw me and froze in his paw tracks: long enough for me to take a picture.
This seemed to make him even more inquisitive. A two legged cat sitting in a moving chair with a strange object in her hands. He did not take his yellow eyes from me. As I moved forward the cat turned and walked in the direction I was taking. It suddenly stopped again and turned to see what I was doing. Eventually it made off home across the path. I wonder if my cat Tabby had left a message for this cat to keep an eye on me. Tabby left us a couple of days ago for her 10th life.
RDP Saturday: Eyes
I wheel past this derelict kiosk in the underpass below one of our crossroads when going into town. It was once a thriving kiosk with newspapers, magazines, cigarettes, candies/sweets and all the rest of the stuff belonging to a kiosk. About 20 years ago it was closed. We never really understood why, there were always customers. Most probably it was a question of money.
Today I had a surprise when I saw it had been opened again. It even looked quite clean and had been organised to look like a shop.
Inside it was sparkling clean, all in white and there was a guy organising the shelves. There was also a lady that seem to be the person in charge. I was trying to guess what it might be and saw various boxes and packing that might be handy for a cake shop. I asked the lady and she said it was going to be part of the Zart Exhibition 2020 which I had not heard about, although I did notice that some strange artistic objects were appearing in town. The link is even in English, probably for the few tourists that might arrive. I asked if it would be OK to take a photo and she answered with an enthusiastic yes. I am now hoping that our old neglected kiosk will be revived and awakened to new life, although it is probably only for the time of the exhibition.
RDP Frida: Layoff
I am not sure what the reason was for this when I met these two on a near field this afternoon. I noticed that there were no horns anywhere, and they both seemed to be the milking kind. Perhaps it is a bovine way of helping with the digestion, but the cow at the front did not seem to be impressed by the antics of her girlfriend.
RDP Thursday: Flatus
I took a wheelie along the bank of the river on my home way from town. I have not been along the river for some time. It can be a bumpy ride in the chair, but I wanted to see if anything had changed.
Suddenly two swans appeared, a pair, as swans are very family minded and stay together for their lifetime. I was just getting ready for a photo, although it was not so easy as I had full sun shining and only my mobile camera. Then it happened, family swan was complete and one of the offspring appeared. He or she was definitely not cold in the water, although its coat was still only fluff and not the real feathery thing. Afterwards a second cygnet appeared but I was really blinded by the sun. What a wonderful experience it was to see family swan on their outing on the river.
RDP Wednesday: Gelid
In the times of corona virus we had a lockdown for a month or two, cannot remember how long exactly. Our restaurant mile was no longer a restaurant mile. It was a ghost mile: no tables, no seats and no umbrellas, but now lockdown is over due to sinking numbers of victims. No, wait a minute, last week-end we had a so-called Superspreader in the Flamenco Club in Zürich, whatever that is. He managed to infect five people who were in the club with him in the evening, and 100 people all had to be isolated and tested. It seems we will never learn, despite the continuous explanations on the media.
And so life gets back to normal, or perhaps abnormal. There are people again siting on our restaurant mile. This was mid afternoon today. I dread to think how it would look in the evening and hope that there will be no superspreaders enjoying a drink with friends outside. As I was travelling by wheelchair in the middle and did not stop for a drink anywhere, I kept my 1-2 meter distance.
RDP Tuesday: Explain
Is it really necessary to have so many sorts of salt? No, definitely not, but that is today’s luxury life. According to Mr. Swiss, I never use enough salt. According to me I use enough. Is it my fault that his taste buds have been worn down over the years, probably due to using too much salt on his food.
I remember when I was a kid and we would buy a packet of crisps. The potato chips were not salted as today. You got a small blue twisted piece of wax paper in the bag, and it would contain salt. You had to mix the salt with the potatoes yourself. Just pour it into he bag, give it a shake, and you had salted crisps. It is probably only grey haired golden oldies like myself that remember the times of do it yourself saltiness.
RDP Monday: Salty
If only certain politicians that are full of wind would float away just like balloons. They might even explode on the way.
RDP Sunday: Windbag
No bays in Switzerland, we just do not have the sea or ocean to go with it. I found cerulean this afternoon on a wheelie around town at a local bus stop.
I also saw this guy, with his dog, having a sleep dressed in his cerulean trousers. Perhaps he was dreaming of a cerulean bay somewhere.
RDP Saturday: Cerulean Bay
On the way home from town I decided to walk along the side of the road for a good view of a field. You can never have enough sunflowers.
RDP Friday: Enough