Daily Prompt: Money for Nothing – the good old days.

If you’re like most of us, you need to earn money by working for a living. Describe your ultimate job. If you’re in your dream job, tell us all about it — what is it that you love? What fulfills you? If you’re not in your dream job, describe for us what your ultimate job would be.

Pete, Sandra, Oliver, Patrick, me, dad,, Win

I am not like “the most of us” and I wrote all about my outlook on life the last time this prompt arrived Money For Nothing,1st time and I am not going to repeat it all. It was written on 15.02.2014. Since that date I have been retired for some time. Who wants to give a golden oldie work, I would probably fall asleep on the job.Yes, that would be a good job, mattress tester in a factory producing beds: perfect. Unfortunately this is done by machines today and not humans.

So what do I do with my time having nothing to do except for counting my pension money. At the moment I am working on my old photos, slowly but surely. You know the old days when you did not have a digital camera and everything had to be sent to the drug store for developing. There was not really a good opportunity to view your efforts on the computer, which you probably did not have in any case. This is now a thing of the past. I discovered in the hobby room, and also in our appartment, many folders containing hundreds of photos of the old memories of the days gone by. Holidays spent with or without the kids in Switzerland and visiting my parents in London and so I began to convert them digitally.

This masterpiece was taken visiting my best school friend in London in 1989, 27 years ago when I was 42 years old. Third from the left my youngest (sorry son, I know how you love photos of yourself on internet, especially in your teenage years), fourth from left my oldest son and next to him dressed in the then fashionable brown blouse and skirt – me. Actually I made it all myself, it was in the days when dressmaking was one of my necessary hobbies due to size. Next to me my dad’s girlfriend and then dad who is now getting on for 101 years old. Actually my youngest son is visiting him today in London with my daughter-in-law. Time flies. On the left my friend and her boyfriend holding the boyfriend’s  dog and on the right my friend’s mother holding her dog. Oh, we were young and lovely then, what happened in the last 27 years? Mr. Swiss was taking the photo, someone had to.

This photo was uploaded by means of a scanner, but I have now discovered a better method. I take a photo of each of my old photos and upload them. I have a good DSLR camera which produces good results and it is easier and not so much stress. Otherwise I seem to spend all my time walking backwards and forwards to the scanner.

Otherwise I like/liked to take walks in the country visiting the cows and horses and taking photos of it all. That was until a week ago when I fell and since have been hobbling around with a cane and a special boot support for my left foot. It can only get better.

So I did it. No talk of looking forward to a shady nook in the local cemetery, or exchanging life’s experiences in a senior home – at least not yet. Tomorrow I have an excursion planned to the local town, visiting my doctor to take year’s overdue long term diabetes test to see if I can still dig my teeth into a cake (I still have my own teeth by the way) and afterwards a discussion on how to continue with my left foot. One of the pastimes of a golden oldie.

Daily Prompt: Money for Nothing – the good old days

Daily Prompt: Third from the top – sorry no deal, boring and uninteresting.

Head to “Blogs I Follow” in the Reader. Scroll down to the third post in the list. Take the third sentence in the post, and work it into your own.

One tree, the mulberry located right in front of the house, was one that I knew was pretty old. “ That was my third sentence. We don’t have mulberry trees in my area and if I had one I probably wouldn’t recognise it. I live in Switzerland where the fir trees grow, not in the States where mulberries probably grow in every garden, forest and town. I have never even eaten a mulberry and do not know how they taste. However, for my daily blog I will show you four trees I met on a walk.

Trees on a hill in Feldbrunnen

This was an idea from Mr. Swiss. After a walk in a different direction behind the local castle he said “Look, how interesting it is the way those trees are growing on the top of the hill”. Yes Mr. Swiss really does have an artistic streak. I needed no further prompt and had my camera poised for a prize winning shot and here they are. As they were still leafless, their outlines were a good contrast on the horizon. Had they been full of leaves, they probably would have gone unnoticed.

We were now in the barren plains surrounding the castle, but it was the castle’s turn yesterday. Now down to the facts of walking. My first victim for a camera shot was the farmer who decided at the right moment to take his tractor for a walk across the field.

Tractor, Feldbrunnen

“Where are you?” was the desperate call of a Mr. Swiss that was almost at the top of the hill.

“Taking a photo” was my answer and so he walked on and I did my best to catch up. Oh, the problems of an amateur photographer. In the meanwhile he disappeared around the corner, but I continued. I had almost reached the castle and saw a barren field, waiting to receive the new plants. The crows were already examining the structure and searching for rewards, but they flew away when I arrived.

The field is ready, Feldbrunnen

The mountain outline in the background is again the Jura mountains. I had still not found Mr. Swiss, although I was not really looking for him. I had other things to do with my camera. At the next bend in the path I saw him. Unfortunately he was in the wrong place at the wrong time, but I took my photo regardless. He is again the figure in the distance.

Alley, Castle Waldegg

About half way we took a sharp bend to the left where a bench was awaiting us at the bottom. And so I could add another four kilometres to my daily walking distance. We were now on the long road home. We passed a few other happy wanderers on our way, mainly golden oldies like ourselves that had noting better to do than take a walk. There is a unwritten custom in Switzerland that you greet people you meet when on a walk in the wilds, whether you know them or not. You just give a nod and mutter “Gruetzi” or “Gruessech” as we say in our dialect, which is the Swiss greeting and walk on. Of course, there are rules to be obeyed. If the person you see is more golden oldie than you are, then they will not greet you, it is your duty to greet first, otherwise you will be judged as being ignorant and rude.

My mother-in-law was very serious about this law. “I saw Mrs. …. but I didn’t greet her, it was her business to greet me first, typical” etc. etc. Yes, you could be driven out of the village for such crimes. Me, I just say hello first to be sure, although I notice as the years go by, people tend to greet me first. Perhaps it is the colour of my hair, or is it the way I walk? No, I am now a grey eminence in the village and probably referred to as the “old Mrs. Angloswiss”.

Today the weather is not so promising for a walk. There is rain in the air and the sun has disappeared, so we have a day of rest. Time to plan tomorrow’s journey into the unknown.

Daily Prompt: Third from the top – sorry no deal, boring and uninteresting

Daily Prompt: Take Two

Run outside. Take a picture of the first thing you see. Run inside. Take a picture of the second thing you see. Write about the connection between these two random objects, people, or scenes.

Well first of all, I do not run anywhere today. Even if I have to catch a bus or train, then as far as I am concerned if I am late then I am, and will miss the bus and train. As far as taking photos are concerned. my camera is my friend and is always with me. As I had to run outside and inside (meaning taking my time) I could use my super Nikon DSLR camera. It was just after my lunch break – you know older people need a midday sleep – and so I lesiurely took my camera outside, to the garden and this is what I found.

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The table was laid for the birds, everything ready, but they also seemed to be having a midday pause in their birdie lives. Probably too full of food from the morning eating spree. Two birds were sitting in the tree digesting a few seeds and enjoying the sunny weather we have today, in spite of Winter temperatures.

And now a dash to the inside. The kitchen window was nearest and I heard movement. This would be the connection between inside and outside probably. My other half is also a golden oldie and needs a rest at lunch time and was now in movement, longing for a cup of coffee. He decided to use our George Clooney Nespresso machine, choosing one of the 10 varieties we have, but as I do not drink coffe, I do not know which one it was. Perhaps a Voluto, or an expresso, or a ristretto. In any case there was the connection. The bird food was ready for the birds and the human food was ready for the humans. Otherwise the sun was also reflecting in the kitchen and you can see the bread pile on the righthand side as this evening we will have a cheese fondue and that needs quite a lot of bread.

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So there we are, another glimpse into the lives of Mr. and Mrs. Angloswiss with all the trimmings. I know it is a big cup on the coffee machine, but that is the way Mr. Swiss likes it.

Daily Prompt: Take Two

The Photo

The Photo

“Do you think this is the right place John?“ Jean asked her boyfriend.

“According to the advertisement this must be the building.  On the road plan of the city it is just next to the river; looks like an old warehouse.”

“Old is the word for it, so let’s go in and see what happens next. It says third floor so let’s take the lift” and Jean and John pressed the button and the lift came.

It was an old wooden construction, nothing modern, and looked as if it was more used to transporting machinery or bales of cotton than people. They opened the wooden frame to the lift when they arrived and entered an enormous area which first of all seemed empty. It was then they heard footsteps approaching.

“Good morning, you must be the models I advertised for.”

Standing before them was a man. Jean had the feeling that Methuselah had decided to come back to life. He had long flowing grey hair and a face that had wrinkles which had been ploughed in over the years. It seemed that the only thing that brought him to modern times were his nicotine stained fingers holding a cigarette and his jeans and t-shirt.

“I suppose you are wondering what this is all about. Just follow me and you will see what I want from you both. Young man, would you please come over here and remove your clothes.”

“Sorry, but I am not into that sort of thing” answered John with a shocked look on his face.

“I don’t know what you mean by “sort of thing” young man, I am an artist and will be creating a work of art, so please removed your clothing completely and put these trousers on.”

“Is that all I am wearing, but it’s cold in here and who are you anyhow?”

“I told you I am the artist, and the quicker you get into action, the warmer you will become. Please don’t bother me with such trivial matters. Now you will please kneel down on the floor and curl up. No not like that, watch me.”

And the artist got down onto the floor and made the pose he wanted.

“Come on John, do what he wants. It won’t be the first time I have seen you without clothes, and the trousers are not so bad. After all we are getting paid for the job aren’t we?” and with the last words she glared at the artist.

“Yes, yes you will get paid, but only according to the results.”

“Results” said John and Jean in unison, but their remark was ignored.

“So young lady will you come over here and stand behind the screen. No, no, no, not just stand there but do something. Put your hand onto the screen. Although, no, that is not the result I really wanted. Just a minute. Young man”

John stood up. “What do you want me to do now? I was getting all cramped up with that pose on the floor.”

“Do I have to say it again? We are creating a work of art. Now come nearer to the screen and kneel down once again. Young lady put your hand on the screen. No that is not the effect I want. Just a minute” and the artist fetched a lamp which he put behind Jean and switched on casting a shadow of her hand through the screen and reflecting on John’s body.

“That’s it, that is the solution.” The artist now stood behind his camera which was poised on a tripod and took photos. He took many photographs that day.

“So I am now finished” he said as he once again lit up a cigarette. “You may go.”

“Is that all” said John “What about the money?”

“Money, money! You youngsters are just after the money today, no idea of artistic values. What did we arrange. Ten pounds each I believe.”

“That’s ok with us” answered John. John got redressed and left the warehouse with Jean on his arm.

“Mummy, why are we here looking at all these photos?”

“They are not just photographs” answered Jean “but works of art”.

“What’s a work of art” the little girl asked.

“Well, it’s like this” and John took over the conversation.
“When mummy and daddy didn’t have so much money, we let a man take some photos of us for money.”

“What happened to the photos” daddy

“Well if you look over there on the wall you will see the photo I mean.”

And there was a photo of a man crouched on the floor with a woman trying to reach him in the background. It was the main attraction of the exhibition. The artist had died, and when his brother was looking through his belongings he found all the photos. The artist himself was never discovered during his lifetime, but as it sometimes happens, people only become famous and celebrated when they pass on.