This time a yellow one. I did not realise they arrived in so many different colours. I thought they were only red or pinky.
This time a yellow one. I did not realise they arrived in so many different colours. I thought they were only red or pinky.
Find the “Z”
Find the “Y”
We will all get there eventually, just a question when and how.
You think I am being miserable? I did not choose this prompt word, so you have to make the most of it.
Today something is missing in my life. It is a national religious holiday in Switzerland for Ascension Day. The stores as closed and we are surrounded by peace and quiet. Our accomanying building noise is missing, and will be until next Monday, everyone deserves a holiday now and again. I can hear birds singing and a slight breeze is blowing. What shall I do? I should make the most of the time I have left. I remember my dad with his well known words of wisdom. He was in an english care home and I was in Switzerland. When I made my annual visit to London, talk would arrive on the thme “when my time comes” as dad would say.
They are subjects that we all have to organise at some time in our lives, although it is strange talking to a man in his nineties about it. I tried to avoid the subject, but there were certain things I had to know for “when the time comes” and believe me that is a difficult subject to talk about because no-one really wants to admit that the time will come one day. Eventually it happens to all of us. It is a process that is automatic. And I realised that there is no point in even thinking about it in advance so make the most of the time you have. I am now a golden oldie, at the seventies mark, and my only problem is my various passwords on the computer.
They are all on a memory stick, and printed out in a special file with personal stuff. I will survive in an online sense of the word I suppose. I still visit sites in Facebook belonging to colleagues that are no longer amongst us. It is becoming a cemetery of the Facebook colleagues.
At the end of the day, all that is left is an engraved stone with a name and date as a reminder. If you see the photo above, taken at the local cemetery, everything is so monotonous, but it must all fit. I am still planning on a pyramid and having my www address engraved on the stone, but this is all subject to permission. None of us are going to survive, let’s face it, so make the most of it.
There are peonies and peonies, but this peony is one of mine, a so-called Asian peony. The flowers are not filled like the usual peonies, but make a wonderful show. This is not even my original plant, but grew from seeds which found their way in the garden from the original plant, a little on the left out of the picture.
Today is a public holiday in Switzerland for Ascension Day. This means no-one is working and some places also make Friday a holiday for their workers. We are amongst the lucky ones, not because we are golden oldies and every day is a holiday, but our builders have been granted this holiday and will now be gone until next Monday. This means no decibel limits of noise and no dragons with flame throwers sealing things by heat. To celebrate we hosed down our porch yesterday to remove the layer of dust everywhere and today I will give a few windows an upgrade with the window cloth. Actually this morning I hear only water rushing over various front porches as everyone seems to have the same idea.
Talking of Windows upgrade, I got one last week from our computer windows company, Microsoft. They are really thinking of us when they do these things. The wanted to do it two weeks ago, but I was still thinking about it and the second time I decided there will be no escape. Their Creator extension was allowed to perform on my computer. It took a while, but ran smoothly and afterwards I got a nice explanation telling me about all the new toys I was getting. I had a quick look and decided I did not want or need new toys. I even have a litte open envelope icon in my task bar now with the new e-mail heading “relevant”. I think I can sort this myself, but it does not interest me. I have outlook and that is where my mails are, I do not need any relevants. I usually check my mails on my iPad in any case.
However I have noticed that my CC Cleaner (which used to be the Crap Cleaner) tells me there is an update. I did this update, but it is not the good old button pressing, fast new update – no. You get a programme to perform the update, at least in Chrome. I have Chrome, I want Chrome and do not intend to stop using Chrome. However, after doing the necessary my virus programme objected to this new update and I was getting a complaining window everytime I wanted to close my computer. Mr. Swiss to the rescue, he found the irritating files and got rid of them. Avira, my anti virus programme, no longer complains, but I do. I am now repeatedly told that my CC Cleaner is not the newest version and I get a little window to perform an update. I do not pay for CC Cleaner, I have the free version. I am annoyed. I feel like I am being forced into something.
Up to now I have no advantage from this new Creator update. It seems I can get lots of new games free or cheaper as a sideline. I do not want games. I play my games on the iPad or not at all.
Yesterday I wanted to upload a new book on my Kindle via Amazon on the computer. They told me I should have a new password. It is all so easy, I can ask for one and get one by e-mail and change it to something I want. I want my old password. Anyhow I uploaded the book I wanted direct on my Kindle, avoiding Amazone, which I often do, so no new password yet.
I am 70 years old, like to relax on my computer and I do not need this. It is all in the name of safety I supposed. I had a cheering up session on a Swiss programme yesterday where they highlighted the fact that when “someone’s time has come” (my dad always used that expression) not only is there now a problem with the last will and testament and tying up the pieces, but a problem with all the various computer sites the deceased belonged to. Many surviving dependants are left with the problem of finding where the deceased hung out on the computer. So remember everyone, leave your passwords in a list somewhere. Apparently Facebook discovered they now have more dead people than living on their files.
And on this happy note I will go further. I have nothing that I have to do, only what I want to do. It is a nice summer day and I will take it easy.
That is what it said on the label, so I supposed it is true. We do not often see them here, just certain times of the year and they never survive our winters outside. I stand to be corrected if it is not a bourgain-whatever.
It’s just a piece of greenery, a small park you might say. I have to turn the clock back to my childhood days – exactly from 1946 until 1966 when I lived on this small piece of green earth. Not only me, there was a street on it, Norah Street, Bethnal Green, London E.2. It was where I grew up. My mother was born there with her sisters and brother. They were attached houses, no bathroom, no running hot water, but we called it home and each house even had its own back yard. The toilet was in the yard. When the houses were built in 1884 there was no electricity. Everything was powered by gas, and the original gas holders were still in our house, in my bedroom.
There were at least 50 houses on this piece of grass. They were built as a square and a pavement ran through the middle. It was my playground, my childhood. The large building with the red and white bricks was always there. We called it the Adelaide after Queen Adelaide, born 1792, who was the wife of King William IV. It was our landmark. The buliding was a residence for nurses that served in the local hospital. It was always there and still is today, and still in use.
I took this photo on one of my annual visits to London, which no longer take place. My father passed away last year at the age of 100 and I no longer have close family in London. I have been living in Switzerland since 50 years, but there are places you never forget, because they are part of your life. I have seen many changes in London over the years. The high appartment blocks on the right were built a lot later when I was no longer in London. There was an article in the local newspaper before my street was demolished as it was found a disgrace that such a street is just left to ruin. My parents sent me the newspaper cutting many years ago and I still treasure it now as my last memory of Norah Street, Bethnal Green, London E.2.
“The last paved, pedestrian street in Bethnal Green has been neglected, boarded up and left to rot.
WordPress are not impressing me today. I got an update and it was not saving my draft. I did a quick copy paste into pages, on my Apple Computer, and that was also not working as they have an update I should make. I just gave up and closed down the computer. Now everything is working again, but I am annoyed at having to write from my memory. My memory is not very impressive these days. This morning Mr. Swiss and I met a colleague and afterwards I asked Mr. Swiss his name as I could not remember it. Mr. Swiss looked at me with a blank look and told me he couldn’t remember either. We arrived home and suddently half an hour later, he broke the good news that he remembered his name.
Now I am going in an entirely different direction to my original intentions on this piece of blog, but hearing about my younger days when I was out to impress with the latest high heels and short skirts, colourful war paint around the eyes and other such strange fashion interests no-one today, I no longer impress with my grey hair and walking stick, although I do my best. I got the most colourful cane I could find with jungle design, and it even has my name on it, what could be better? Mr. Swiss and I do not bother to impress each other today, that all happened in the past when we met. After the kids arrived impressions became non existant. I wore the average easy to wash, dry and iron clothing at home due to the stains from feeding the kids. Even going out you wore the practical stuff with sensible shoes. You were mainly hidden behind a pram in any case or had a screaming kid on your hand. That seemed to annoy people more than impress.
I though I would impress when I move to Switzerland, being a Brit and all that. Perhaps it is a normal trait of human nature, but we all seem to think that our nationality is the best. Forget it – the Swiss were absolutely not impressed and I soon noticed that if you wanted to beat them, you have to join them. Perhaps my British accent in Swiss German might impress, I do not think so, I seem to be more looked upon as something peculiar.
Today I was impressed.
This morning I was minding my own business preparing breakfast in the kitchen and firing up the computer. Yesterday our builders eventually finished the noisy, ear-drum breaking work and moved onto to the usage of a gas container and welding. Suddenly I hear the noise of a grinding machine in front of my kitchen window, that was most definitely making interesting photos, with sparks and fire. In the last couple of months I have become accustomed to recognising interesting camera shots just by hearing.
And there he was, the worker with the machine, doing things to the side of my window. I had no time to lose as I did not know how long this job would be, but after taking the first couple of photos with my mobile phone I realised I would have time for a few professional shots with my DSLR camera. Breakfast was forgotten and also the computer. I was back in action impressing everyone with my photo talents. I began to shoot, until the worker (he knew me) said I should perhaps stand a little further back as he did not want any damage to be caused to my camera by flying sparks. It was then that I realised they were shooting all over the place. After some time he moved on to the next windows and I ate my breakfast and wrote my Good Morning Blog.
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