RDP Sunday: Understand

When the cook in the senior home enters the enclosure with the animals, they need no language. No mater if you are pig, rabbit or chicken, they all go into action and wait together patiently until the days ration is distributed. Of course they get their regular food otherwise, but nothing is put into the garbage, almost nothing. Probably we humans would refuse potato and carrot peelings, but not the pigs or rabbits. It is the delicacy of the day. Each animal has its favourite and it seems No 1 in the pig hit parade is potato remains. The rabbits are more into carrot peel and I am not sure about the chickens, but they always seem to find something. Understanding in their world seems to be connection with edible material.

RDP Sunday: Understand

RDP Sunday: Game

You name it, I played it. they were the days gone by. A couple of weeks ago I was going through a cupboard and there they were: part of my game boy/Super Mario games.Some still had a battery in them, but naturally no longer working. I really enjoyed my gaming days. It was the time when I gave up knitting and enjoyed sitting in the armchair in the evening with my gameboy in my hand. Shall I revive them and find if they are still working?

RDP Sunday: Game

RDP Sunday: Mop

Bucket List

Of course I have a mop, and a collection of mop heads. Perhaps it does not look so moppy but I love my system. This is my little room – no windows – but just for my cleaning equipment including the vacuum cleaner and various cleaning helps. The mop is in the corner leaning on the wall at the front and its spare mop heads are laying on the floor. That is the beauty of my system. I have so many mop cloths I just use a new clean one daily. As I have very few carpets, stone tiles on the floor or wood, the mop is my main cleaning object.

RDP Sunday: Mop

RDP Sunday: Thunderous

Take a portion of shadow, preferably with a dark mountain frame in the background. Mix it a little with a forbidden forest, but keep some unfriendly grass as a basis. And then a topping of clouds, but let them float. Then break then up with a gust of cold wind, mixing them a little and making everything a little uncertain. Place it all in front of a grey solid lid with no movement and then perhaps mix it all up with heavy drops of rain, although they can come later. Of course the highlight of the dish is when a crash of thunder arrives together with branches of illuminating light. That is my recipe for a thunderous slice of cake. Oh and do not forget a sprinkle of hailstones.

RDP Sunday: Thunderous

RDP Sunday: Horn

You might think a typical cow. Today it is no longer so typical as the horn buds are removed from the baby cows before they begin to grow, as some farmers find they could be dangerous. Now and again a nice farmer allows the horns to grow.

Of course if you happen to be a bull, then there is no question about it. You keep your horns.

RDP Sunday: Horn

RDP Sunday: Grief

The sun is shining, it has stopped raining, and wrapped up warm enough a walk home through the cemetary after a visit to Mr. Swiss is just what I needed: fresh air and alone. It is not a time for grief, that is something I have when fate strikes its hard hand and being a golden oldie myself I will probably be one of the next to go, so why grieve.

This is the building for grieving at the local cemetary, actually in the basement. Grieving is very well organised for a last visit to the departed. The top floor is for the ceremonies associated with the last rituals. And so I left the cemetary leaving it all behind me.

RDP Sunday: Grief