So tell me, Why did the Chicken cross the road?
So tell me, Why did the Chicken cross the road?
Here I am sitting out on the porch watching the world go by. It is warm almost hot in the sun, but it feels good in the fresh air. The dandelions are flowering. Nothing delicate about them. Big and yellow and planning a take over big in the meadow. Although just a minute.
In a few weeks they will be one of the most delicate arrivals in the garden. With a puff of wind they will spread their seeds, ready for new growth.
The first afternoon of the year when the sun is shining and I am sitting outside on the porch getting myself cleansed. There was a report this week that temperatures of 56° C kill the Corona virus. OK, we are perhaps at 25 outside on my Porch at the moment, but every little helps. My hands have never been so clean, washing them regularly.
Mr. Swiss was in despair this morning when he used the last of the liquid in the dispenser. Luckily I had a reserve liquid which was a birthday gift from my usual chemist shop. I then reminded him that I also have a full refill bag with about 750 ml in the cupboard. And now he is happy again, knowing that our clean hands are saved. I did actually want to buy a second bag of refill, but they were out of them in the supermarket. Who wonders? Everything is up for grabs at the moment and people are even fighting over the last toilet roll.
By the way, do you know why Asian people so not use their left hand when eating? They generally do not use knives and forks, they eat with their hands and have their own customs. The left hand has a cleaning purpose. I will not go into detail, but they do not have a toilet paper problem. Neither will we if there is none left and use our common sense. I remember a visit to Morocco with Mr. Swiss and we had to change planes in Casablanca. It was also an opportunity to have a toilet break. As we entered the toilet there was a lady standing before the door with a roll of toilet paper in her hand. As we entered she tore a few leaves off and that was all you got to use. In that country there is no panic buying.
So stay clean and if you are living is isolation there will always be something to do. When reading a book gets boring, then clean something you should have cleaned some time ago. There is no reason now to postpone it. Unless, of course, you have no cleaning liquid, due to panic buying. 🙂
How romantic: the sun shining above, clouds wafting along smothly, although just a minute. What is the fence doing here.
I was at the recycling show
The bags were full and I had to go
My son came with me and I drove the car
He threw the glass and cans and also an empty jar
They crash and break but we really do not care
At last they are gone, it was all wear and tear
You don’t have to be a Greta Thunberg
To do the right thing
Just use your common sense
And do it with a swing
And our conscience is now clear
Who needs a garbage man
To celebrate I had some cake
and now have an empty can
I had some whipped cream
to garnish it on top
The cream has now been finished
So another can to drop
A couple of years ago in summer they transformed one of the streets in town to a free style water experience. Where cars usually travelled there was a stream.
Allow me to show off, I deserve these little perks now and again. Today I was planning on a wheelie on the super sunny day, but laziness won the battle at home, although not quite. If I stay at home, what shall I do with my day? I always have a loose end somewhere, but lately I have been tying them up. This morning I cleaned half the windows, the other half were completed last week. My cleaning lady was busy with the bathroom, shower and kitchen and so what shall I do.
And then it clicked. I got myself a new oven and microwave last November: quite an occasion for me, not something I have every year. I think the last oven was about 10 years old and the microwave had been in the apartment since we moved in, which is now 20 years ago. Of course I love my new oven and it has all the mod cons that I need. but it does not clean itself.
There is a programme for cleaning, meaning intense heat and all the refuse burns into ashes. The idea is to let it run during the night and in the morning just sweep the remains away. However I decided today to clean the oven before it got so bad that I needed an incinerator with accompanying high electricity costs. In half an hour it was done and now is bright and shiny again. Something said go, so I went. I am now wondering what the next item would be on the list. I think Spring cleaning is something we females must have in our blood stream.
There are no corners on rain drops. They looked quite fresh and shiny hanging on the branches of a tree in the garden illuminated by the rays of the sun. And so I took my photo. They were circles of light and water in their own dimensions.
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