RDP Saturday: Movement

Mr. Swiss has a hobby, since he was a young teenager he has played the drums. You do not only hit them with a stick, but also gently move over them with wire brushes, and this all has to be practiced. Just a sturdy piece of carboard does the trick when you do not have a drum or cymbal. He even taught me how to do it, but it needs a lot more to play the drums.

RDP Saturday: Movement

RDP Saturday: Hug

There is no-one left to hug
Where have the people gone
Are they hiding behind doors
Have they just moved on
There was a time there were crowds
Jostling for room in the stores
But now is the time of the virus
Extinction like dinosaurs
Do not hug, do not breathe
If you cough
Cough in your sleeve
Wear a mask
Hide your face
This germ it must be kiled
Rid us of its trace

RDP Saturday: Hug

RDP Saturday: What the eyes don’t see

It was a stormy night. Constant sounds of thunder and the lightening lit up the sky as if it was sudden daylight in between. John did not sleep so well. The noise was disturbing. Did he hear a shrieking noise in between, screams, or was it laughter. The next morning he dragged himself out of his bed and had a meeting of the third kind. They had moved it, taken over the garden. They seemed to be having a conversation with each other in a language he did not understand. Was this a bad dream? It was when he discovered that they were eating the vegetables in the garden he began to get worried. On the other hand they seemed to have an appetite for snails and John had been trying to destroy them for years. At last he could grow some herbs with nice fresh green leaves, he thought. But they also had an appetite for flavours, especially parsley and thyme. It was when the cat disappeared that John got suspicious

RDP Saturday: What the eyes don’t see

RDP Saturday: Dissent

There is not very much of this happening since a year in our town. This was a demonstration to protect our environment, but no-one thinks of the environment protection now. You keep out of the environment as much as possible, there might be some unwanted germs floating in the air. Our daily life is different. Take a walk though the town and you will be lucky to see people. Those that you see are wearing masks. I have not been in town since two weeks. I stay at home and do things I though I would never do.

I have re-organised my complete kitchen. I have the time and discovered some really good plastic boxes in the store that you can close air tight (ordered one by one online). I have them everywhere. One each for my four types of flour (yes I am now baking my own bread now and again), two types of sugar according to the type of cake I am baking and various snacks and other ingredients for cooking. My machines are now visible and ready to use: no good putting them in a cupboard out of sight, I am now using them more. I mix, grate and jucify, they are all there to be used and not to search for. It has taken 50-60 years to do it, but I now have time. I sit at home and pass my time with practicing logistics. We were always advised to have a store of necessary ingredients at home in the case of war, or other unforeseen emergencies. Now the emergency is there in the shape of microbes hiding somewhere and floating perhaps in the air you breathe. However, keep away from other people, wash your hands and everything is under control. The stuff that science fiction films are made of has arrived. Now the great vacination programme is beginning.

And so I am now baking my own bread, learning to make mayonnaise myself (not yet, but getting there) am having everything delivered from the local store and it works: at least it does in our country. Perhaps other countries are not so well organised, but we have a population of just eight million (not counting the almost one million cows – I have not yet learned how to milk one), so it seems to work.

Dissent has now become superfluous, it is now every man/woman for him-herself, so let’s do it.

RDP Saturday: Dissent

RDP Saturday: Substitute

I need a substitute to do the housework
Someone to do everything and not just to lurk
I wash and iron and do the cooking
Mr. Swiss does not iron, the photo is just for looking
I need a robot that will do it all
Someone to be at my beck and call
That is just a dream and will never be true
I am irreplaceable which has become the rule
So life will continue, there is no other lot
When horses stop working, they are usually shot

RDP Saturday: Substitute

RDP Saturday: Joy

Why do a few seeds give me joy? As a golden oldie I have all I need, and there is not a lot of time left to really need more. However, today I got a wonderful unexpected Christmas card from my American cousin, although I have no connections to the States basically. I found her on a social site, because she has the exact same maiden name as I do. It was pure coincidence. I suppose we all do it. Just for the fun of it you search your name in Internet and I found mine some years ago. However, one day I got curious to see if she was in a certain social site (which will not be named) and she was. One thing lead to another, we wrote, connected and have become online colleagues since.

She even knitted me my kitty cat hat which was quite a thing some time ago at a march in the states.

And now I received a card including some milkweed seeds. Why milkweed you might ask. We had an online discussion some time ago. It seems they are common in America and attract the monarch butterfly. I mentioned I have never seen them in Switzerland and now I am perhaps one of the few in Switzerland that have their seeds. Little things please little minds and I will definitely plant them when Spring arrives and hope for a nice harvest and a few butterfly visits.

RDP Saturday: Joy