I think this cow was fishing for grass, but did not find any. After our very hot Summer, she will have to wait for the grass to grow again before she finds some.
RDP Sunday: Catfish
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RDO Saturday: Effervescence
The effervescence was to be heard and seen this afternoon. It was not continuous, just now and again with warm sunny spells in between. Unfortunately just at that moment when I left Mr. Swiss in his golden oldie home to drive home on my scooter, the heavens opened and I luckily found a bus shelter, although my new short haircut was thoroughly wet. Luckily I was wearing shorts and a summer t-shirt so it was just me that got thoroughly wet.
Now I am at home, but the second clouburst is upon us so I can watch it from the shelter of my paiio outside. It is also accompanied by noise from the storm, but everything under control. At least it is more pleasaant than the continuous hot high temperature weather we have been having and my garden plants are now opening their leaves t get relief from the high temperatures.
RDP Friday: Ship-shape
I borrowed one of my autistic son’s drawings of a ship.
There are all sorts of problems lurking to surprise you as you get older. I am no longer as active as I was, with this stupid idiotic illness I have called MS. However, my condition is not so bad as it could be, luckily a somewhat milder version. I can no longer walk unairded with fear of falling. The wheelchair is not yet part of my body and I hope it stays that way for the next few years. I am still independnt in my movements for my daily chores. I am so glad that I can still cook and that also my computer “talents” still exist. Gardening is no longer so possible in details, but some plants seem to care take of themselves. Those that do not, I avoid.
Weather sometimes plays tricks especially this Summer which has been hot and with less fresh air, but I exist. My computer guy sent news to all users today that we should make a backup for our computers, due to the threat of various storms in the area, so I hope I survive somehow.
Good news for me was that my doctor confirmed I no longer have diabetes. I was really suprised, but after 40 years of tablets it seems to have disappeared. At least one problem less.
So I think I will now ask my son if I can book a cabin on his ship – it can only get better.
RDP Thursday: Concrete Jungle
I grew up in a concrete jungle, but not as nice as the photo. This is where I now live, in a small village in Switzerland. We have our concrete but roads and streets, otherwise it is still very much country side where the cows are happy to still be able to chew their grass in Summer.
My concrete jungle in the fifties was London. It was not the tourist London you now might know. The only tourists were the soldiers returning from the war and still wearing their uniforms.It was some 10 years after the second world war and there was still signs of bomb destruction. There were streets with houses that were no longer houses. Just collections of bricks and morter and gardens growing wild because they were no longer inhabited, just ruins. I must say as a youngster they were ideal places to play. Everything growing wild and interesting ruins. If mum knew where we played as children she would probably have intervened. However, what she did not know did not bother her so much. Some of the streets were still inhabited by the locals, the cockneys of London. Many women worked in their kitchens doing simple assembly work and earning a small wage for the goods they delivered afterwards. My dad was working for the british railways, afterwards the Kensitas cigarette factory. At that time you took the work where you found it.
We had a few parks – in our area just two at the time. Other green places could be found in the cemeteries which were dotted around, another place of interest for us kids. We had no organised places to go, and the playgrounds were normally the streets or on the steps of various larger buildings. You chose what you had. We would play outside until the street lights came on and then we all went home. That was the unwritten law of our parents. Television? It existed but only for those that could afford it and we as a working class family definitely could not, but we had a radio.
Today the concrete jungle is organised and is no longer a jungle, more an organised space, no more adventurous places to hop around in.
RDP Wednesday: Crew
Two crows do not make a crew, if I had more it would probably be a murder of crows, according to the noise they make.
RDP Tuesday: Timing
Can you see it? Yes it is raining, we have wet after a few months. The timing was right. I was sitting quietly at my desk and heard a thumping noise. Not so good, as it was the noise of the rain thumping on my sun blind. However, that will dry again, and my plants are no longer hanging out their leaves to find a drop of water. The water has arrived again. After five minutes it stopped raining, but no worry. Half an hour later it began again. The timing was good, no pitter patter, but thumping noise as the rain hit the hard dry surface of the garden.
I somehow have a feeling that I should do a rain dance to celebrate There is even a cool breze blowing, although I should not get excited. The weather report tells me tomorrow again hot, hot, hot. However it seems just 30°C instead of 34°C which means that slowly but surely we are returing to a normal Summer and not the tropical conditions we have had. I have never been so happy to see rain, feel it and even smell it.
RDP Saturday: Opulence
There is not vary much opulent here at the moment due to the very dry and hot weather we have, but the farmer managed at last to reap his harvest, so at least the cows will have food during the Winter I hope. I saw him drive away with a jeep packed full of hay.
RDP Friday: Evacuate
Lifts can be strange sometimes. Only a few days ago I called my lift as I actually only needed to go one level to the basement to my laundry room. The lift arrived, the door opened and I wanted to enter. However, everything was dark, the automatic light do not operate. Everything was black and dark. Just a few seconds later the light ignited, but such unexpected things make me very uncertain.
I remember some years ago, I was at our local department store. I was in the upper floor and wanted to leave, so called for the lift to the ground floor. The lift arrived, I entered and it began to descend. Suddenly it stopped, blocked between floors. I was not alone in the lift, there were a few customers. We rang the alarm for assistance and someone said they would look into it. However, we were all stuck in the lift for at least 5-10 minutes. Not very long I suppose, but I got quite nervous, and so did others. Actually I was no longer feeling so good and one of the other people even made a remark that that lady (me) was loooking quite pale. I was feeling quite weak being suspended in a lift that was out of action. Luckily the light was still on. A voice called again and said they were working on the solution. Suddenly there was a jolt and the lift was moving again. I was really feeling quite strange and uncertain. I suppose I had symptoms of claustrophobia, and I was really not feeling very well.
I was really glad to reach safety again when the lift doors eventually opened.
RDP Tuesday: Distance
Everything is mainly in the distance in Switzerland, Usually because we constantly have high and low when going anywhere. This is a view from our little village into the distance. The hills you can see in the distance are the beginnings of the Bernese Overland where you later arrive at the mountains. Again in the height so you can see into the distance again. Of course you need a clear day. When the clouds arrive then your view in the distance is no longer.
Today I said goodbye to my hair which had been growing for many years. In a snip of a few seconds it was gone. My hairdresser, who is also a good friend, lives on our estate and although she still works in a saloon for three days a week, she otherwise does the necessary at home. I am glad as visits to a saloon are for me now a little complicated with my walker and to get there with my scooter. However, she has everything organised and one hour later I had my long hair replaced with a crew cut, in grey. I had been planning on it for some time. I decided at the age of 80 it was time to have a “short back and sides” and I will keep it that way, planning on a two monthly visit. My No. 1 son still recognised me luckily. I just wonder how many in my friend’s circle will still recognise me at a distance. My No. 2 son will be visiting with his family this week-end, and I will be visiting Mr. Swiss some time. Perhaps he will no longer recognise me.
RDP Monday: Laneway
Also a good description for our so-called footpaths. They are everywherere here, the main method of seeing the countryside without doing any damage. This is the path up to our local castle at the top of the hill. Nature takes does the decorating of the paths. Our livestock, cows, pigs, rabbit, fox etc. have taken over the actual Laneways in the meanwhile and we humans just enjoy sitting on a bench and studying the paths.
