Daily Prompt: The Dissatisfaction of List

Who doesn’t love a list? So write one! Top five slices of pizza in your town, ten reasons disco will never die, the three secrets to happiness — go silly or go deep, just go list-y.

Stables Feldbrunnen

I don’t love lists, so why should I write one. These days, my next birthday being No. 69, I have given up on lists. After so many years I have it all in my brain. Actually when I reread the original prompt, written two years ago, I found I did not do a bad job on it and so I ask why should I write this prompt again. Because it is there? Because the daily prompt people have run out of ideas and are doing a re-run of this prompt? In any case what lists are left for me to write?

There is a daily clean of hoovering, mopping and general clean ups of bathrooms and showers.

Monday morning shopping, Monday afternoon free choice. Tueday morning clean the bathroom, Tuesday afternoon free choice and Tuesday evening run the washing machine with the towels from the cleaned bathroom. This is really becoming fun. Running the washing machine in the evening has its reasons. From 9.00 in the evening the electric current on the machine is half price. Amazing what accumulates thought the months in saved charges if you stick to it.

And now we arrive at Wednesday morning. The fridge is empty, there is no food and you feel the need to go places and see things, so you go shopping again. Wednesday afternoon not quite free choice, you spend thirty minutes cleaning doors. Thursday arrives beginning with the kitchen. All surfaces are cleared and everything is placed on the kitchen table and afterwards the general clean through the appartment. After all this has been completed you return to the kitchen and clean all cupboard doors, tiles and empty surfaces. Oh what fun we have and if all goes well you are finished by 10.30 in the morning which allows half an hour relaxing session on a flat surface accompanied by a Tabby cat who cannot wait for this together time.

Thursday afternoon is a black mark on my list. Somewhere I have to fit in a general clean up of the shower, plus the tiles and sink. I hate this job. It is usually accompanied by profanities until the work is done. I now have this behind me for a week and am sitting on the porch telling you all about it.

Look it’s almost Friday which means a big shopping excursions to hunt for the spoils needed at the week-end. Friday afternoon is again free, although somewhere 20 minutes are fitted in for the orchid care. They need water, but just once a week and once a month they are given fertiliser.

Saturday is window cleaning morning and afternoon free choice and Sunday is a day of rest, so I cook lunch and might do something spectacular like going for a walk, writing a blog. Now you are all thinking what an interesting and exciting week Mrs. Angloswiss has. Yes, it is, but why should I make a list. Making lists destroys the fun of the work. It becomes an organised.pasttime, and who wants to organise their time? Me? Now and again I do have something special to deal with and steal some extra time for a walk in the country taking photos, such as the one above of the local stables and chicken farm.

After having a quick read through of this epic blog, I realise what a boring monotonous life I am leading. I should really do something completely different, but I do. Now and again I read a book and work in the garden. There will be a big occasion arriving at the beginning of June when No. 2 son will be having his civil wedding at the local registry office, followed by a meal in a restaurant and you can be sure I will tell you all about it, plus a few photos. There will be no official photographer, that will be in July when the church wedding in Germany takes place with another big meal and all the trimmings.

Anyhow I have been asked if I would take a few photos at the registry office, so how could I refuse.

And another boring re-prompt comes to a close, which has all been done before. Do these people really have nothing better to do than press a button and regurgitate the grid? Wordy no longer visits. Perhaps it was because I threatened him with the happy Wordy hunting grounds the last time he arrived. I now hate Wordy and everything he stands for.

Daily Prompt: The Dissatisfaction of a List

Daily Prompt: The Satisfaction of a List

Who doesn’t love a list? So write one! Top five slices of pizza in your town, ten reasons disco will never die, the three secrets to happiness — go silly or go deep, just go list-y.

It’s a thing with lists. We always have a sort of sticky note pad clamped on the side of a cupboard in the kitchen. Getting older is not fun, especially when you are only left with a long distance memory. My shopping list memories from last year, or five years ago is of no use, when I need the stuff today to cook a meal, so Mr. Swiss and I are regularly jotting down what seems to be missing in the kitchen cupboard. Funnily enough we often forget to take the shopping list with us, but somehow it gets impressed on your ageing brain what you actually wrote down. A sort of a photographic memory I suppose.

I remember one Christmas a few years ago. My chief cat decided to make a Catmas list (they do not have Christmas, something more of a Bast idea from Egypt). Anyhow she pondered a few minutes, consulted her feline colleagues and this was the result.

Nera Christmas

Not exactly my sort of thing, but felines were Gods once, so I suppose there is some sort of hallowed meaning to this list, in a feline way.

Not wanting my felines to take over completely my blogging experiences (although they are on their way) I decided to make a list of things I wished I had achieved in my life up to now, but time is running out, so I very much doubt that I will succeed.

  1. Learn to speak Arabic fluently. Just something fascinating about foreign languages with me. The more complicated they are, the better. I did try this a few years ago, could even write and read arabic to a certain extent, but it is a complicated thing. Where do they speak arabic is the first problem. All those arabic speaking countries have their own patois, dialect. I learnt that the Gulf States and Egypt speak the “high” arabic, and everywhere else has its own way of doing things. So I struck this from the list.
  2. Enter and win the Master Chef cooking competition on the BBC television programme in Great Britain. I enjoy cooking and have noticed that a lot of the dishes cooked in this programme are not foreign to me. The only problem is, according to Mr. Swiss, presentation is very important. No tomato stains on the side of the plate, do not just cook and serve the veg: it has to look like a painting from Van Gogh, and not Picasso. Every dish must be a success, so I decided to forget this.
  3. Become an authority on first aid treatment. I belonged to our local village group for six years, thinking do not ask what your village can do for you, but what you can do for your village (I think this quote has already been made by some American President). Anyhow I did learn a lot, but noticed with time that when I went down on my knees on the floor to come to the help of an injured, or sick person, I could not get up again without help from my colleagues. Yes the body fails with age now and again. Eventually I served the group for many years as accountant, as I was the only member that actually knew how to use a computer. Medical people are more used to dealing with people than machines.
  4. Win the national lotto. You choose six numbers for the draw which is made twice a week. You have to pay to take part. After a few years I noticed that my win quota was overtaken by the money I was investing in this game of chance, so I decided to put this idea on one side.
  5. Tour the World and meet all those people that you have met in the blogging world. They all have such strange names, but behind the camouflage there must be something known as flesh and blood.
  6. Play jazz piano like Art Tatum, Paolo Conte, Theolonius Monk, Erroll Garner, even Fats Waller. After 12 years of piano lessons, I still have to have notes in front of me to play. I learnt classical piano, but would love to play jazz, not having to rely on the notes, but on my feelings.
  7. Live in a large house with an even larger garden and have a cat paradise in my garden where I could adopt cats galore, let them run around. Mr. Swiss finds three cats is the limit, but I long for the day when a lost kitten comes scratching at my door saying “look after me”. “What did you say Nera feline. No, that will not work, you are not prepared to share your food with a further hungry feline mouth”. Ok, strike this from the list, the cats that own me are not in agreement.
  8. Have a cleaning lady and gardener. I could then just do my own thing like blogging, reading, making trips to other towns and countries, and would not have to clean that stupid bathroom, kitchen, shower or do back breaking jobs in the garden. Mr. Swiss finds, however, that since I am retired I do not really have so much to do any more, so I would have the time. He added he does half of it in any case – true, so another one to strike from the list.
  9. Learn to ride a bycycle. A life’s dream (have already blogged about this). It is all a question of balance it seems. I see myself cycling into town, my hair wafting in the wind (yes, ok, it is only a two inch cut, but I can dream on).
  10. Get a book published, the trouble being I have not yet written this book. I had a go once, got it published, but it was self publishing. This time I want to be discovered, win the Pulitzer Price or perhaps even the Nobel prize, I am not fussy, any prize will do. I might one day even become Blogger of the year.

And now to discover how to put a list format into a blog – could be point 11.

Daily Prompt: The Satisfaction of a List