Mother of Pearl reflections on the side of a shipRDP Tuesday: Nacre
The stores have now begun to get ready for Christmas. Now? Not really. It began already in October, but now the shelves are full of Christmas. Father Christmas figures have been pushed into a corner. Where is the reindeer, the holly and other such motifs?
Christmas is now resembling a horror event with strange figures wearing sunglasses and costumes resembling more a Rocky Horror Picture Show as loving figures with bags of toys on their backs bringing delights to the children. Does anyone actually buy these strange objects. Perhaps they come alive at Christmas climbing up the tree and sitting on the Christmas Lights. Where is the Christmas fairy at the top of the tree and the golden stars. These horror figures are wearing strangely coloured scarves around their necks instead of the tinsel ribbons.RDP Tuesday: Motif
“It’s already for one of my special Chinese dishes, but wait a minute. where is the QI”
“A QI. No chinese meal is complete without a QI. I told the guy in the store not to forget to include the QI.”
“And what did he say?.”
“He didn’t say anything really. He just nodded with a smile on his face and said it was free of charge.”
“What does it look like”.
“All QI’s look the same. A Chinese meal is not the same without a QI, everyone knows that. It gives that particular QI taste to the food.
“What colour is it?”
“QI coloured. You do not eat colours, it is the taste that is important. Wait a moment I have found it, it was still in my shopping bag and now it refuses to leave the bag. It is hanging on and has decided it does not want to be cooked or eaten. Now I feel sorry for it. I think we will be eating the meal without the QI. It would be cruelty to a QI to eat it.”
“I suppose you are right, What are you going to do with the QI?
“Put it in the fridge so that it will stay nice and fresh and live longer.”RDP Tuesday: QI
Just a plain bench, but a delight for me. The writing on the bench tells me it was manufactured for us by the VEBO. The VEBO is a Swiss organisation, a factory that trains handicapped people. My No. 2 son, who is autistic, did his apprenticeship there as a metal worker. They also have a carpentry department and this bench was manufactured in that department. The main factory is just a 10 minute train ride from our village.
Now this bench is in one of the stores I visit, just after you leave the cash desk and I really appreciate it. After the shopping is completed, I can have a sit down and sort my purse. I can organise my plastic money and receipts in peace and quiet and have no stress. I find that after completing the shopping you are inundated with all sorts of paper work and it easy to just quickly put it in your bag and get it all mixed up and perhaps even lose something on the way. Now I have a very nice bench to quietly sort everything. It is the little things in life that I very much appreciate, especially as a golden oldie that does tend to get a little mixed up now and again.RDP Tuesday: Delight
One of the local bridges is hanging on tenterhooks, but for many years now, although I remember when the bridge was built. It even marks the change from our Kanton of Solothurn to that of Bern – see shield with Berns traditional Bear sign on it on the borderline.
I took the photo in our driving days when Mr. Swiss was at the steering wheel and I was the passenger taking photos on the way. Those days are now gone, but the photos remain.
And now the tenterhooks left are those wondering who will win the election over the pond. I had a wake up call today in a conversation with someone. The first person I had spoken to that was absolutely against Joe Biden and she had her reasons. I must admit I was only stunned by the idiot with the orange hair and did not really examine the character of Joe Biden, but it seems he is no angel. My opinion about the orange faced idiot has not changed, but I now feel a little insecure. I just hope the best for America.RDP Tuesday: Tenterhooks
Do you see a demon
Or can you hear the bones
Is something hovering in the air
Can you hear ghostly groans
Where halloween does not exist
We lead a peaceful life
We make soup from our pumpkins
Might carve them with a knife
Tricks and treats do not exist
Do not knock on doors
No painted faces or long teeth
Busy with daily chores
No-one is counting the days
Until the big fright night
We watch it all on television
Have politicians for this delight
When Autumn arrives the river bank is swamped in falling leaves.RDP Tuesday: Swamp
In the meanwhile this chicken decided to take a break and relax. Laying eggs can be quite tiring.RDP Tuesday: Interim
Phenotype, now thats a problem
Spring, summer, Winter and the Autumn
My porch table is not a cure
Of that you can be perfectly sure
Everything is mix not match
I really should organise the batch
A place to sit and read a book
Perhaps take the computer and have a look
A basket full of apples ready to eat
Or cook in a tart, just take a seat
Forget your phenotypes, no idea what they are
Just put my feet up and gaze at a star
We all pay taxes unless our name is Trump
He is the boss, so we really musn’t grump
Frustration is the name when I pour over the forms
A pile of documents to examine, they are the usual norms
But Trump has a folder called the garbage can
The best way of doing it, what a brilliant man
He tears and rips and even lights a fire
No taxes he pays, a very live wire
He is a happy man, and does not have to vent
At the end of it all he might still be president.