From the garden, although they are now almost finished with their flowers. Time goes so quickly.
From the garden, although they are now almost finished with their flowers. Time goes so quickly.
Does your first or middle name have any significance (or were you named after another family member)?
No, not really. Mum wanted a Maureen, but her mother always found Patricia would be a nice name. After my arrival in this world, the person responsible for names in the hospital asked mum what I was to be called and what did she say “Patricia”. Maureen was cut off the list. Actually I am a Patricia Ann, commonly known as Pat.
Music or silence while working?
Basically silence around me, although Mr. Swiss might be listening to jazz in another room or dithering around in the kitchen preparing the evening meal, as at the moment. My iPhone signals now and again to tell me that someone, somewhere, is reading a blog. I could silence it, but see no reason to.
If you had a special place for your three most special possessions (not including photos, electronics, people or animals), what would they be?
All the items you listed are my special possessions and they all have their own special places, otherwise I would not find anything. The only thing left is my handbag/purse, and that is in the cupboard on my left. My life is completely electronic, I am a cyber golden oldie. I nearly forgot my two growing avocados. I reared them both from a pit. The first is now a year old and cannot wait to get outside again in the fresh air. The other is still a baby, growing since the beginning of the year, and now has a stalk about 4-5 cms high.
The Never List: What are things things you know you never will do?
Ride a bike. I have tried often, but have no sense of balance, and now I realise why (MS).
Anything to do with physical exercise, my body refuses.
Visit London again – my travelling days are over and I am not sorry.
What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
I will answer that question next week. We have been busy sorting our life out for the next six months as the appartment block where we live will be completely refurbished with scaffolding, workmen and a lot of inconvenience. Next week the work begins and then I will know more, but I am definitely not looking forward to it.
A macro from my amaryllis shocking us all with its pink. It is still growing, but now only leaves and I am feeding it weekly, hoping that it will survive and return again next year. What could possibly go wrong?
Currently I am taking part in a challenge to show 120 colours, a colour a day, which will run for 3 months. We have just completed the colour purple and have now progressed to fuschia, which seems to the the transition to something new. I am glad to have this purple nightmare as my repertoire on purple was slowly diminishing. I have discoverd during the past week(s) that there are many shades of purple, I have been haunted by purple. I have now exhausted my stock of purple in photos. This memorable photo was taken at a local football tournament in the evening where I was acting as first aid assistant to the injured footballers. It was en evening tournament and I interrupted my nursing operations to take a photo of the sun going down.
I do not even like the colour purple. It remind me of a injured part of the body which will transmit to purple shades due to the blood collecting beneath the skin. Plums can be purple and I do not like plums.
I could give a lecture of purple being the colour of royalty from the days of the phoenicians where they extracted the dye from a sea snail and it the colour purple was then reserved for royalty. We often see it today in connection with kings and queens with the purple coloured velvet in various crown, but you can read all about that in Wikipedia.
Went for a walk along the river yesterday and had my zoom lens on the camera which is only really good for the objects in the far distance. However, I always have my phone with me, so took this shot with the phone camera which is OK as an alternative.
Today looks a sunny day, but I have no big plans. Just a shopping tour this morning and sorting out stuff for organising our porch for the big makeover next week. We are to clear everything away from the outside and are still trying to figure how to move a wooden table 90 cm x 1 meter something into the cellar. Mr. Swiss has back problems and I am not able to lift stuff. I even have problems lifting myself out of bed in the morning. We will have to get outside help and the job must be done by the end of the week.
Next week the building company arrives and put our appartment block in a cocoon with scaffolding. The job will be finished in October, meaning that I will be cut off from possibilities of sitting outside. Indoors is not fun in the summer. We have to cover the windows to stop the hot sun beating through the glass and as the blinds are also being removed until October, that will not be an easy job. I have a thing about being indoors during the summer, I do not like it. Probably originates from my growing up days in East London where we only had concrete to look at and the only chance of a comfortable place outside was the small back yard. We were street kids, making the most of what we had. When I was a kid it was in the fifties and London was still full of the bombed housing remains, so at least we had an adventure playground.
We have also now heard that all our hedges will be removed at the sides of our garden. That does not bother me so much, although might bother the birds, but they do not have anything to say in the matter – neither do we. The hedges are privet which is nothing spectacular. My problem is why. I assume that the men want to carry the scaffolding from the side to the front of our building, meaning they will be trampling over my flower beds which I am not happy about. We have been told that a gardener has been commissioned to put everything back as it was when the work is finished, but you cannot replace hostas and other plants that have been growing in the ground for the past 10 years or more. They have established their right to grow and treading on them in the growing season is the best way to destroy them.
Yes I am annoyed, and there is nothing I can do about it. I have decided to write a daily report on the work for myself – who knows, by the time October arrives when it finishes, I might have enough for a best seller. I do not think the workers will be happy to see a lady constantly taken photos of what they are doing.
So I am off. I did not sleep very well yesterday, if at all, neither did Mr. Swiss. We just do not need this reduction of our quality of life at our age.
One bright moment, our local Japanese Cherry tree is now blossoming.
I read the label on the plant, that is why I know what it is. It seems daisies are not just daisies.
Do not ask me. It is so odd, that even I did not have a clue. It was a pole next to a wooden hut and it lookes like there is a key hanging on it at the end – who knows.
Masts in a field in a place called Subingen. We had to pick up something in a store and whilst Mr. Swiss was busy I took a walk with a camera. Jura mountains in the background and some sort of electric pylons at the front, but I do not know what they are there for. Our telephone and television cables all go underground. Perhaps they are just there to take a photo.
Looks like someone was have a clear out. If I had had the possibility, I would have taken a couple of armchairs, instead of just a photo.
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