I was feeling a little jaded on my way home from the store this afternoon, but I was prepared. I had my woolly hat on, with compliments of Mr. Swiss. I should really have a look online to see if I can find something more fitting to my taste. I had my gloves, although they tend to get in the way when I take photos now and again. There was still some small remainders of snow on the way, but not too much and my trusty scooter ploughed its way through them.RDP Thursday: Jade
Mother of Pearl reflections on the side of a shipRDP Tuesday: Nacre
Before my feline Nera left us for her 10th life a couple of years ago, I remember we had to call her when we flushed the toilet. She was the best water taster we had.RDP Monday: Flush
He was doing it again. Day for day, the same thing. This was not how she imagined retired life to be. Admittedly they were both no longer the youngest and not the most mobile, but someone had to do the action, so it was the fittest that plunged into the daily routine of going to town, shopping and making sure of survival.
She left after lunch leaving him with his nose stuck in the Kindle, as he had done so during morning. Morning conversation was reduced to a good morning, just to remain polite and “dinner is ready” when he actually moved to the table to eat. Everyone has to succumb to their needs, she thought, although her needs were basically keeping the place clean and tidy and making sure that everything was where it should be in case of emergency. You never knew if suddenly there might be an accident: it was always a good thing to have clean underwear and food in the fridge – you never know. And so she dragged herself to the store, bought the necessary and dragged it back home. Did he leave the chair, put his Kindle on one side, and come and see what she had bought? No, he did not, the book was more interesting. And then there were the times when she perhaps remarked on something, nothing important, just perhaps telling him who she met when she was in town, or even what she saw.
He might nod, but she had to tell these things at the right moment. It could be that an interesting passage was found in the book, or perhaps he had found something interesting on the iPad. His interest was still there for political events. Perhaps there was an election in the country, a crime committed somewhere. Even a new president would take his interest, but it had to be someone he had heard of. If she met someone he used to know, it was most probable that he had forgotten who it was, or not interested. She noticed that he had soon lost interest and was back to his iPad or Kindle. Modern electronic devices were good, but did they really have to replace conversation.
And so life went on – for him. She decided this was no life for her.
One day she went shopping. He only noticed when it was time for the evening meal that there was nothing on the table. Not even a plate and no familiar smell in the kitchen of something cooking. Of course he was annoyed, He did not notice so much that there was no breakfast, because he had given up that some time ago, and a cup of coffee was enough chased by a cigarette. He really felt hungry at lunch time, but he found something frozen in the fridge and even managed to cook it. There was even a few frozen loafs of bread. After a week of living on frozen food, and still waiting to hear the familiar sound of a key in the door he gave up. He had done a quick check and realised that there was only enough frozen food for the next two days.
A few years later he read an obituary from a local senior home bearing her name. “So that was where she had been hiding all those years” he thought. “What a snitch and a selfish woman she was”.
Nurse Mabel entered his room at the care home.
“Time to put your book away and sleep” she said. As she left the room she thought “Day for day the same place in his Kindle, the same words and same story.”RDP Sunday: Snitch
Some just have a natural talent for weaving. Unfortunately the artist did not stay around after the work was done. I think he was hiding beneath a leaf, but was keeping an eye on his piece de resistance.RDP Saturday: Weaves
This afternoon I was in town and on my return journey scootered through the center. Lo and behold the Christmas spirit has returned. The hanging lights were now lit up. It can only get better. I did not have to ascertain that Christmas is coming, it was a certainty.RDP Friday: Ascertain
Every time I walk past the window she is standing there, never moving an arm or even batting an eyelid. Is she waiting for her man to come home? She is looking quite annoyed. Always the same expression on her face and the clothes the same every day. Is she human or something from a laboratory.RDP Thursday; Human
I am not quite sure if I understand the preponderance of this word so well, but I am sure that there is a preponderance of bicycles in our town.RDP Wednesday: Preponderance
The stores have now begun to get ready for Christmas. Now? Not really. It began already in October, but now the shelves are full of Christmas. Father Christmas figures have been pushed into a corner. Where is the reindeer, the holly and other such motifs?
Christmas is now resembling a horror event with strange figures wearing sunglasses and costumes resembling more a Rocky Horror Picture Show as loving figures with bags of toys on their backs bringing delights to the children. Does anyone actually buy these strange objects. Perhaps they come alive at Christmas climbing up the tree and sitting on the Christmas Lights. Where is the Christmas fairy at the top of the tree and the golden stars. These horror figures are wearing strangely coloured scarves around their necks instead of the tinsel ribbons.RDP Tuesday: Motif
I have gone back many years, to 1911 exactly. It was the coronation of King George V of England and Queen Mary. This little jug was one of the heirlooms from my paternal grandmother: not of great value and there are still many in existence, but although I am not such a monarchist, it is nice to have one.RDP Monday: Crown