Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Appearance matters

For some time now I have offered my professional services (!) to people who might be interested. Today I met with some people who were.

What can I say? The beauty industry needs me. Gonna give them some advice, tell them what they're doing wrong, set it right, and then get the hell outta there.

I'm a target group

Had the guy from the Zürich Krebsliga over to check on my translation draft. He seemed pretty happy, and told me that because I'm the target group my opinion matters a great deal.

Ok, so now I'm a target group. Hmmm.

But we also discussed donations. In my opinion there is enough money flooding to research and medical care here in Switzerland, but not enough to make people feel good. Therefore part of my estate will go to self-help-groups who consist of volunteers who organizes evenings where cancer-sick people can meet, relax, have a drink, eat something and talk to other people in the same predicament.

Like women in their 40's with breast cancer, or young people affected by lymphoma, or even older men with prostate cancer. Somewhere they can feel they are amongst equals, and be able to share concerns, anxiety and experiences.

Yes, that's more me. Rather a glass of wine and a chat, than manuals.

Monday, May 30, 2011

Translation

I tried to translate this into understable English. I don't feel I was very successful. Any English speaker out there wants to have a go? I would be very grateful.

Unter der Leitung der Krebsliga Zürich entsteht in Kooperation mit dem Kantonsspital Winterthur ein Begegnungs- und Informationszentrum. Es dient als offene Plattform für Menschen, die direkt oder indirekt von der Diagnose Krebs betroffen sind. Einerseits lehnt sich das Konzept an erfolgreiche Vorbilder wie «Espace Mediane» der Krebsliga Genf und an das «Maggie's Centre» in Grossbritannien an, andererseits soll die Ausgestaltung des Dienstleistungsangebots auch neuen Entwicklungen Rechnung tragen. Konkret geht es auch um die Realisierung neuer Angebote für von Krebs betroffenen Menschen. Bewusst soll im Zentrum auch eine Pionierhaltung zum Zuge kommen, die es erlaubt, zukunftsgerichteten Ideen eine Plattform zu schaffen.

GPS

I seriously need a GPS. I have absolutely no sense of direction and trouble following a map. Today I was going to see this doc, and the good thing is I always go early 'cause I know I don't find the way.

First I google-mapped it, but since the upgrade to explorer 9 it doesn't work. Then I hauled out my paper map of Zürich. It was listed. Great.

But when I got in the vicinity, it turned out it actually wasn't on the map. I guess the ring after the street name meant something. Should've read the manual.

And when in a bakery asking for directions my phone rang. A business call. So even before he could state his business I had him google-map it for me, telling him which crossing I was at and informing me which way to go. Excellent. I even had time for a ciggie before going in. And then of course I had to wait for half an hour before the doc could see me!

Pampering?

What most people think is pampering, I think is close to torture. Went to book appointments for having my hair done (oh gosh, I really hate when they wash it and give you a massage), and to do my nails.

The latter is something I have never had done in my life by somebody else. This time I'm gonna have both a manicure and a pedicure. And considering the cost, I probably wouldn't live in my flat, had I been before. 170 friggin francs!

The things I do for this wedding...

No melanoma

After a 2 min consultation today I was assured I have no melanoma. Good to know that moles can come and go, and when they start to change and sometimes itch, it means they are going away. Well, at least in my case.

Doc told me it is getting lighter in the middle, and probably will more or less disappear.

Ha! So "forgetting" to use sun screen is not an issue.

Sunday, May 29, 2011

Lamp disappointment

Had a neighbour over today to drill holes for my new bedside lamps. Turns out they have no cables attached! I am so irritated. Now I have to go all the way back to the shop, and yell at them. How can they sell lamps without cables? Ok, so it was something cably-looking attached, but only those you can connect to the ceiling, not plug into the wall.

I clearly pointed out I needed the lamps to be put above the beds. They are so gonna get a load of my mind.

And they should save a few trees by adjusting their receipts.

Another broken window

So after waiting a year for a new balcony window, I had the pleasure of having an unbroken one for two days. Today it was broken again.

At this point I am willing to make a deal with them. How much will they pay me to accept the current window?

Sunny Zürich


Just another Sunday on the lake.

Saturday, May 28, 2011

Stilletos

For some reason, without dieting, I feel I have a lost a kg or two. Dunno how that happened, but I'm not complaining.

So had an idea this eve to try on the dress including the gorgeous silvery shoes I bought. Feels fine wearing them, so walking around here at home. Perhaps I was born a girly-girl?

Nah. But once in a while a normal (well) woman enjoys walking around in heels.

PS. Ain't my legs on the pic, mine are better-looking.

Hatless

Nah, I'm not gonna get a hat for the wedding. What a stupid idea! If you think about it, how many people do you see on the street who wears a hat? Which means that there are virtually no stores who sell them, and those who do, charge a fortune. And they're all ugly, trust me, I checked.

I came up with another idea. I got one of those steely bands you put on your head (glittery with silver!), and I'm gonna stick a flower in it. A live one. I'll find one on site I'm sure.

A cheap solution, but a better one I think. After all, if I for once in my life is gonna have my hair done nicely, I don't want to cover it under a hat!

Friday, May 27, 2011

Manuals

Think I might have an allergy to manuals. I see these catalogues/books/reading material and I just wanna bin them. But I never do, since they may come in useful. Or so I think. I still haven't read one.

But since the visit from a friend the other day, I have now learned that my oven can bake potatoes in less than 15 minutes. Very useful. I probably should've read the manual...

I should think before I talk

What was I thinking? A few weeks ago I visited the Zürich cancer fund, and they told me about a new project in Winterthur, involving a meeting place for people affected by cancer.

The brochure they had was only in German, and I might have volunteered to help them translate it into English.

Had a go at it yesterday, and realized how very very very different those languages are. I can read German without much problems these days, but the sentence structure is so far from English, you cannot imagine.

So really, what was I thinking? Neither of these languages are my mother tongue. Help!

New window

Got out from the shower yesterday and found a man on my balcony. Nobody had rang the door and our appointment was an hour later.

Hmmmm. But who can say no to 5 cute construction workers? Although, I must admit, they did smell of sweat. And when they insisted on taking off their shoes, I asked them not to. First of all, I have no problems with people walking in my place with shoes, and second, who wants sweaty footprints on the floor?

And they brought no crane. They were supposed to, but said the delivery was ordered express. This is a bit strange, since the window broke (from tension) about a year ago.

Anyway, now I have a new unbroken window on the balcony, and they even cleaned both of them. Nice.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

When it's time to exit

Today I was visiting Exit. This is an organization that deals with what they refer to as assisted suicide. Switzerland is one of the few countries in the world, where this is legal (apparently the US state Oregon have similar laws but on the other hand they kill people all over the US instead of putting them in jail, so perhaps that doesn't count).

Unlike what most people think, these are not "death clinics". It is very stricly regulated by law how this is done. You cannot just ring their door, being depressed, saying "kill me".

Assisted suicide only happens after extensive counselling, meetings with doctors, and making sure that there is no other way out. Suicide prevention is actually one of their branches. Besides, the drug they use can only be prescribed by a doctor on a case-by-case basis, so no death angels are welcome in the organization.

And there is no "death tourism". Only Swiss people, or people who live in Switzerland, are allowed to die on demand.

Last year they assisted 260 people, which is about one a day on working days. Apparently that was a peak year. There are 12 people working with admin in the organization, and they have 25 people who are not employed but who assist with the actual dying business.

However, they do not actively support, so people who want to die have to drink the "death drug" themselves.

Most people choose to die at home, but they do have a room in their office which is only used like every 3 months. This is for people who cannot or do not want to die at home. It was a room with a bed, some lights and some chairs. Very spartan.

And yes, I will support them, hoping I will never have to use their services, but I do like the fact that if somebody gets an incurable disease, and there is no hope at all, then there is help to get. In Switzerland.

My last will

I understand that some of my friends think that I talk a lot about death these days, and that they are considering killing me myself if I do not stop, so let me explain.

I am in the process of writing my will, and I do not want to put organizations in my testament just on a whim. I want to see them, explore, ask questions, understand and make sure that whatever money is left when I go, go to something worthwhile. This is like any other project.

And I can assure you that when I'm done, and have written my testament, I will let it go. This is not an obsession of mine. Just look at it as another project.

And I'm almost there. I have now visited five different organizations, and I have made up my mind. Now it's just the administration left. So be patient, in a little while this monkey is off my back and it'll be business as usual.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

No cats yet

The search is still on, but no luck yet. It was funny, I mentioned to my cousin that I plan to get some kittens. He was appalled since he's allergic saying "that means I can never come visit again!".

Told him that I considered that but since he has only been in Switzerland once in 8 years, I decided to ignore it.

Good luck Bro

Yeah, it's not gonna work. Some things that happen in life makes it change forever. Death is the most obvious, and also the most irrevocable.

But never in my life would I have thought that a girl would change my life. But here we are. A girl who has split up a family (an extremely small one at that), before even becoming part of it. Well done I could say if I was inclined to make a joke.

But every relationship consists of two people, and I am now stepping out. I realized over the past few months that I am good on my own. I have my friends, and my life that I now live exactly like I want.

And after all, what more can one want?

Hot hot hot


My little man is still undressed. It is fab when it's still 27°C at almost 7pm.

I'm a compulsive blogger

This blogging thing. Since I have now been blogging for 5,5 years (close to 5,000 posts!!) it's not likely I'm gonna quit, it's my outlet of feelings. That's how it works for me. I blog about it, and it's most of the times forgotten after. I get it out of my system this way, and I sleep good at night.

However, it is mostly a one-sided conversation. Apart from a few frequent commentators (thanks B!) most people just read it, and then comment to me next time we meet or speak. Which means that many of my friends are updated on my life, whereas I don't have a clue about theirs.

Typical conversation, me: "yesterday I did...", friend: "yeah, I read on the blog". Don't get me wrong, I like that my friends follow my life, but would it kill you to comment on the blog once in a while:)?

Toilet paper

If you are easily offended (ha, very few of my readers are according to my experience) you should not be reading this.

Toilet paper. I remember in the old days when toilet paper actually was useful. Not saying I stopped using it, but back then it did its job. It dried what it should. Except for the shiny small pieces of paper they used to have in Italy and Spain in the 70's.

These days toilet paper is getting softer and dissolves into little pieces, sticking to...yeah, you know where. And every time you have to pick those manually and dispose of. It's disgusting. Not that my you-know is disgusting, but it shouldn't have to be like that.

Migros here in Switzerland used to have a paper somewhat useful, but also they have changed into tissues.

I bet you that there are men in charge of companies making toilet paper. What woman in her right mind would agree to tissues for No 1?

Am considering writing an email to one of these firms, since I seem to have some time on my hands.

Attention uniforms!


Was on the lake today, 26°C and sun. What can I say? The best city in the world. In case you didn't pick that up from previous items :).

When I got back, I saw a police boat using the temp parking space and two uniformed guys walking on the bridge (cute!!). They came up to ask if everything was all right, and about my boat (the brand, and the fact that they are not made anymore). Told them it was no longer a fishing boat, but a sun- and swimboat (didn't seem appropriate to say party- and cruiseboat at the time).

They were there to check if the right boats were parked at the right places. Seemingly a few use parking spaces that are not theirs.

When they left I waved at them, and they saluted back. They made my day!

50% new windows

Construction workers, I tell you. Communication doesn't seem to be their forte. On Monday they were due to replace two glass windows, one on the neighbours terrace and one on my balcony. They had broken due to tension in the glass.

This is still guarantee for us, so we were keen on getting it fixed, and have only waited close to a year!

Turns out they were fine fixing it at the neighbours, but for my balcony they are gonna need a crane! Four people have already been here to inspect the damage, and they hadn't figured that out! Sigh.

But they were 6 cute guys, even though half of them were just standing around watching. And on Thursday the crane is coming!

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Blogspot fucked up

All of a sudden old items that disappeared a few weeks ago turned up as drafts, so posted them. Then they turned up as new posts. Weird. But here they are.

One happy guy

Friend or foe

I have been very healthy so far this week, living on salad only and today a few spareribs. Until a friend visited this afternoon bringing cookies. I cannot resist. I have no character at all saying no to sweets.




When I cannot fit into the, might I add extremely expensive, dress I bought for the wedding thingie I'm gonna blame her!

A hat

Had a couple over for lunch today, and they said no worries about getting a hat. I could always borrow his.

The rock or the hard place

Oh, the dilemma. According to Tagesanzeiger it's gonna be sunny and 26°C on Tuesday, and 28°C and sunny on Wednesday. It's so bloody difficult to choose which day to go on the lake.

I'm gonna agonize over this for days, well at least two. Life is so tuff, and the choices you make have impact so you gotta be careful!

And one thing can lead to another, and so forth. In my case, let's hope it leads to the lake police :).

Phone and computer

I know, these are things. You cannot be too attached to them. Still I am. When people visit they often ask to use my computer to check their emails. Thing is that most people have iphones, and if they are so good they say they are, USE'M! Do not use my computer.

It is personal, that's why it's called a personal computer, a PC. It's personal. It's MINE.

Every time it feels like you are invading my personal space. I don't like it. Not at all.

Yet, I cannot say no. It's not like I don't trust the people, but I just don't like it. That's it.

Friendship

Friendship is difficult. So is relationships, or so I've heard. I've given up a long time ago, since compromizing is not my thing.

A few days ago I went thru my phone book, and found a name I hadn't heard from for more than a year. Sent a text saying similar to "I'm gonna delete your name unless I hear back from you, take care". Got an answer saying "well, I haven't heard from you either, hug". The thing was that this woman asked me for a break, and I gave her that. Then in a year not hearing back, I decided to delete her.

On Friday evening after the dinner we decided to go out (well, perhaps I suggested mildly that it would be a good idea), so we did. And who do I run into if not this woman! Small world.

So now we have a dinner date in a couple of weeks, in order to try and repair the friendship that just fizzled into nothing. It'll be interesting to see if it works.

And another thing. Bro just called. Another relationship to repair. When is he gonna learn that his big sister is always right?

Clean sheets


There is nothing better than to dry sheets outdoors. They smell fantastic, clean and airy.

Saturday, May 21, 2011

Friday night in Zürich

You gotta love Switzerland. Sitting on the balcony, having dinner in May. Few things in life can compete.

And with friends who speak my language!

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Cruising


Thought I'd bring a youngster on the boat, after all a toyboy cannot hurt.

It was funny though, he refused to take his clothes off on account of having had a cold. It was 23°C and sunny...

A good laugh prolongs life

Haha, I like my house doctor. I send him an email asking for a referral to a dermatologist. I have a birthmark that has started to protrude, and since I often "forget" to put sunscreen on when on the lake, I thought I'd check it out.

I signed my email with my full name and my birthdate, thinking he has many patients and wanted him to easily find my journal.

He responded quickly, saying hi Annika, then message, then signing off with his full name and his birthdate. Haha.

Figs they are a'comin

Ok, so it may be a few years before I can pick those figs from my window, but it's certainly a good start!

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Fig tree

This is extremely cool. The neighbours below me have ordered a fig tree, that is gonna be planted outside my bedroom.

Yes, in a few years I'll open the window, pick a few figs, then marinate them in cognac and eat together with whipped cream. Fantastic!

These birds are no longer

At least they reside with the neighbours, and not on my balcony.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Thank you

Another topic. I was brought up to say thank you. I give you an example, I host a lot of dinners. People come, eat, have fun and are thankful. But here in Switzerland it seems to be like that's it.

Where I come from you give feedback. If you were invited to an apero, a dinner, a housewarming party or whatever you come back within the next few days via sms, email or a phone call to say thank you.

That doesn't exist here in Switzerland, and I'm afraid I have been affected. I still try to, but I do not always do it. Cause if people don't do it to you, you end up not doing it back.

So it was very nice the other day when a friend called up just to say thank you for the lunch I hosted. He had no hidden agenda, just a thank you.

Mind you, he is 80, so perhaps that's your cue. Sometimes it was better in the old days.

Exit Dignitas

Two other organizations I was thinking about was Exit or Dignitas. I do sympathize with the idea of death help. If somebody is lying flat on his/her back, in a lot of pain with a deathly disease, I don't see why one should prolong the pain.

I emailed Dignitas, who was the one with the website in English, and got no response. It is tempting here to say they were dead, but I won't. Except I just did.

Now I'm thinking, is Exit an option?

Really, if I got diagnosed with a disease that there was no cure to, and I knew I was just gonna feel worse, why not take matters into your own hands? Before you cannot use them anymore. Yes I approve of these "death clinics". It's not like they kill people who wanna live.

Shoes

Read it and weep sister (directed towards my shoe-fetishist friend).

My favourite type of shopping, I just went into the store, saw these shoes, tried one of them on, it fit, went to pay, no queue. 2 minutes tops.

Also found out that Swiss women have small boobs and big heads. Small boobs 'cause no strapless bras come without padding. Like I need that!

Big heads since the one-size-fits-all hats sold in H&M covered my whole head including face. Ok, so may not be a bad idea some my think, but still. The only reason I tried it on, was that it's 13 francs. But even I think it was a no-go.

The hat search goes on.

Cancer league

In my quest to find worthy causes I today met with the "Cancer league", Krebsliga.

Two very nice people tried to give me answers to my three questions.

1. Why, despite all the funding over many years, is cancer not yet cured? The answer is that many more people get cancer these days, and many more are cured, but there is no guarantee that the mystery of cancer will ever be solved. After all, there are approx 150 types of malignant organ tumours and diseases of the blood and lymphatic systems.

Discouraging news, which I will try to forget about asap. However, the answer is decent and I accept it.

2. Why all the administration in sending letters out that'll eat up much of the donations? Turns out that people (other than me) actually reads news and information that is sent to them, and that a lot of the donations come after those campaigns.

Ok, as long as they block me for these mass distributions.

3. How much are the top guys paid? This, they couldn't answer but will find out and get back to me.


I want to make damn sure that no gazillion bonuses are paid out from a non-profit organization. Like they did in the Red Cross, which I immediately exited.

If I get the right answer, the Krebsliga will go on my donor list.

Was extra encouraged by the fact that half the management team consists of women! Well done.

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Azerbaijan

Ok, so blogger fucked up and several of my posts have disappeared, but there are worse things in life so I'm choosing to forget about it.

What is funny is that I spent the evening with a bunch of mostly Swiss, watching the Eurovision song contest and Switzerland ended up last! Hahahahaha. I was told the last time they won was when Celine Dion was singing, and she's not even Swiss! French-Canadian if I'm not mistaken.

This Azerbaijan place, is that even a country? Gosh, I miss the time when Russia was USSR and Yugoslavia was just that. Much easier to keep track of.

And we were laughing a lot about the votes. Nordic countries vote for the Nordic, Russian countries vote for the Russians, Eastern European (a lot of them these days!) vote for the, wait for it, Eastern Europeans and so on. It's basically a political thing these days, and why not? After three of these songs/performances they all sound the same anyway.

But it was fun, especially when one of the guys decided to do his version of what I think was "Greese", at least the moves reminded me of it.

Friday, May 13, 2011

Out of order

Blogger has been down for more than a day, and although they promised to restore posts I can see that some of them have disappeared.

Now it's a waiting game, and I won't post anything more until I know they fixed the problem completely.

Thursday, May 12, 2011

Me the bartender IV

Haha, I got rejected by a homeless. He asked me where I came from, and when he heard he asked me if I had a daughter.

WHAT? I thought, thinking what is wrong with me?

So now I am rejected by a homeless, toothless guy. Wow, what a feeling!

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Me the bartender III

It wasn't just about serving food to hungry people, the staff was also frequently approached about other problems. One guy asked for a pair of socks and got it. One woman asked politely if she could take a couple of sweets with her, and got the approval.

I understand that it is just as much being there, giving a smile, helping without asking questions, as serving food. Food is of course necessary, but so is empathy and not judging. I am sure that nobody chooses to live on the streets and go hungry, there is a reason behind.

I admire the people who work with this every day. I wonder how they keep their distance, and don't take their work home with them?

Me the bartender II

Sorry but there is something wrong with the upload of pics, since the upgrade of explorer, so pics come alone, then the text.

Was helping out feeding poor people today. According to my information 65% are druggies, some 25% has some sort of psychological issue. The rest has unknown problems, but everybody is welcome.

My job as a volunteer was to stand behind the bar, welcome the people and serve them drinks. Which was a bit weird for me, since no alcohol was allowed. It was coffee, chocolate, tea, mineral water or syrup. Me: "what would you like to drink?" One of the guests: "gin and tonic". Haha.

The meal consisted of chicken, polenta and salad and was quite tasty. Felt a bit bad in the end, since I had a portion and the last few guys didn't get any meat. Like I took food from the homeless.

And then there were sweets. Just before closing time at Migros, they went there and got the leftovers to be served as a dessert. Nice of Migros not to throw it away.

Most of the guests were very nice and polite, but of course there were a few who didn't exactly walk straight. Never felt threatened though. And the guys working there were keeping an eye out I'm sure.

The staff consisted of two fulltime workers plus a kitchen chef, and then there were two young guys who had chosen to work for non-profit instead of going to jail for refusing to make the military service. Good for them!

Did you notice on the pic that the toilet door cannot close? It's to prevent people from shooting up in there. I went once before the guests arrived, and in the end chose to rush home. I was bursting, but no way was I gonna use the toilet after all these people had been in there.

Today we served 68 meals, and I reckon almost a third of them were women. I can only try to imagine what stories these people can tell.

But strange as it sounds, I had fun. The staff were good and warmhearted people, and held no judgement against the guests. I might have to work a little on that.

So think I definitely will be going back. I was told I was welcome anytime, which probably means I did something right!

Me the bartender I




Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Krebsliga

Talking about cancer, in my research for noble causes I contacted the cancer "league" here in Switzerland to ask for a meeting.

For them I have a couple of questions. First of all, if I give them my full name and address are they gonna send me begging letters 4 times a year, like Doctors without borders do? Happened to give money to them re Haiti, and very soon the stamps will have eaten up my donation.

Second, after having gazillions of money for cancer research from since I was born, ok, maybe not so many years, but still, why can they not cure cancer?

Next week I will know.

Just a small incision

I have a thingie on the inside of my thigh. A tiny protruding red spot. On the boat yesterday I was playing with it, ripping it open and it started to bleed a wee bit. No big deal.

But it bothered me, what with all this cancer thing so today I once again used the razor blade. Don't go all crazy now, it was just a small cut and immediately a plaster on. I'm sure it'll be fine.

Plastic surgery tourism

Seems like these days a lot of people combine a holiday with doing some sort of plastic surgery, fixing arms, noses, ears, bellies or what have you.

I can understand burn victims wanting to do a surgery, or people with some sort of malfunction, but I myself would never dream of doing an operation when it wasn't necessary. After all, every op has risks.

The only thing to do is to be happy about how you look, since you cannot change it. And in that spirit I was just checking my forehead, I have very few wrinkles except for the frowning ones. Means I get irritated a lot, but I do not worry.

Ok, so I have a temperament, wanna challenge me :)?

An almost one-legged friend

I have a friend who had an operation on his leg. I thought this was like my shoulder op, and while recovery may take a while, I didn't think any complications would occur. It did.

He went to the doctor last minute, a day later they would've talked amputation. Yet, he's in a good mood and was mostly worried that he recently paid for a pair of shoes when he might only need one.

A good sense of humour cures any disease is my belief. Getter better soon!

Oh my god

I am in training for the Eurovision song contest on Saturday. Not that I normally would take an interest in this, but am invited to a party with gays. This is gonna be fun I'm sure. We're gonna put some money in a pot, and give points to all the contestants. Tacky but fun I hope.

So now I'm listening to that type of music.

Construction workers

So was up at the crack of dawn today (well), cause I needed to shower and get ready before receiving no less than two construction workers.

So even if my bathroom cupboard light and that thingie in the kitchen is now fixed, I needn't have bothered. They were both oldies, and no contestants.

Guess I have to be happy for the smaller things in life.

Healthy

Had a very healthy lunch today, but the problem with salad is that you get hungry again after a few hours.

The homemade "dressing" was lovely though.

Monday, May 09, 2011

Beaufort

When I take the boat out I have learned to check a weather page. There it talks about bft, which I had no idea what it was about until I googled it.

I have only learned that 1-2 is very good, and above 3 can be tricky with my little engine.

It's a bit like a computer. I have no idea how it works, I just know it does. Well, at least when I can call a friend re the continuous updates I reluctantly receive!

Oh darn!

So stopped by Denner on the way home from the boat, picking up something easy to eat. Chicken wings on sale, marinated and ready to go in the oven. Perfect.
Only when I was taking them out I was careless, and managed to not use the oven glove properly. Burned myself and dropped the whole form on the floor. So now I have chicken wings and broken glass all over my kitchen, spreading into the living room. And I can't even clean it up until the form has cooled down.

How clumsy can one be? No dinner tonight. Good thing I have wine.

Bad hair day?

Today I got shouted at on the lake! How very rude. I really don't know what I did wrong. I thought it was ok to drive on the left side, depending on convenience. After all, Zürichsee is not very wide, at least not close to the city.
I came driving at a leisurely pace, mainly because my engine is not very big, meeting one of the smaller cruise ships. I saw it, I held to the left and the captain or one of the guys came out shouting something at me when we passed. I did what I usually do when I don't understand things in German, I nodded and smiled. But I still do not know what I did wrong. Was it too close? It's not exactly like they were gonna be affected by the waves I create, rather the opposite actually.

I'm gonna go with that the captain had a bad hair day.

Sunday, May 08, 2011

Transformation

Was watching a program that made me think of religion and communication. Religious people seem to pick their choice of the Bible (yes, Christians) depending on how they are. What nobody seems to mention is that the art of writing was invented some 1,400 years after Christ supposedly died.

You know what happens with information when it gets passed on? Yes exactly, it transforms. Usually into something completely different.

Above a good example from the business world.

Stop the upgrades!

Again this issue of upgrading. Got prompted to upgrade to a newer level of internet explorer. Which I caved in and did after gazillions of reminders. Because I know exactly what happens. And yes. Another friggin app stops working.
Took me some time to figure out which one, this time it was Adobe Player.

And not only that. My favourites have moved from left to right, and something else has disappeared. What is wrong with these company people? Stop investing in upgrades that adds no extras. No value add whatsoever.

If somebody starts a political party focusing solely on stopping upgrades, I'll be the first to sign up!

Flat taking shape

Been busy painting lately. Perhaps you can detect a colour pattern here? Got a painting up in my bedroom, the first since I moved in. Only now have I figured out how I want it. And I know, it isn't Picasso, who I btw don't like anyway, but it's a soothing picture. One that I can look at from my bed, and feel a calmness.
Please note the fabulous "cat tree" at the foot of my bed. Still waiting for the cats though...

Mother tongue

Don't get me wrong, I love Switzerland. Just in case you hadn't picked that up yet.
But I am getting pretty excited about a dinner I'm about to throw in a couple of weeks. Three countrymen and I. I cannot remember the last time I spent a whole evening just using my mother tongue.

Not that English is a problem, but sometimes with ze German speaking crowd it can get a bit frustrating at times when I do not find the words.

I may not be in love with my native country, but I do kinda like the language.

Friday, May 06, 2011

Adolf and me

Boats are supposed to be female for some reason, but I am inclined to change that. The previous owner named the boat, and I think I want to keep it. It is very unfortunate that his name is Adolf.

However his nickname is Ado, and that is also the name of my boat. Not officially mind you, that name is ZH and five numbers. Very unsexy. You may argue that Ado is too, but for me it's important to keep it.

Besides, there is no name painted on the side of the boat. This is the only place you will learn about it.

Strapless bra

This morning, well late morning, I went downstairs to check my mailbox and take the trash out. Was surprised to see a bag hanging on my doorknob. Especially when I found out it contained two bras. Thought that went thru my mind "gosh, I hope the other neighbours haven't seen!".

Turns out it was a kind neighbour who wanted to help me out for the wedding party. Just too bad she has pancakes. Ok, so not pancakes but smaller than I.

And that surprised me when shopping for a dress. How come I have to get the biggest size there is? I am not extremely fat, just a little "comfortable", and my boobs are not gigantic. Aren't people with a size bigger than anorectic supposed to dress up?

Panta Rhei

It's funny what you learn in a quiz. Panta Rhei is the semi-new ship, cruising the Zürichsee. I had no idea what that meant until today. It's Greek and mean "everything floats". How fitting is that?

A woman or a wimp

It is really funny. I have a good friend, who is an independent successful woman. After meeting a new man she has turned into a clingy loveseeking, dare I say, wimp. This was really unexpected.

And don't get me wrong. I think it's fantastic when a good friend of mine meets somebody she loves. It's great and fabulous. I just wasn't expecting her to change into another person.

It's ok when a 20-year-old cannot leave her man alone and feels the need to touch, kiss and cling to him also in public, but when a woman in her prime (ok, like my prime is 40+) does the same it makes me wanna say "get a room".

Again, it is fantastic when people fall in love, but must they "make love" in public?

Animal update

Told a friend about my plan to get cats, which btw turns out to be much more of a struggle than I thought. There are gazillions of oldies, but no kittens and I have engaged everybody I know in the search. Well, haven't given up yet.

So friend sent me update of his menagerie:

"Cat: grumpy, spends most of the day sitting in a basket in the window of my garage - she seems to use this as her summer home only coming in the house to eat and at night when other cats beat her up :-( On the plus side, she has authority over the dog > sharp claws in nose = dog back down!

Dog: utterly mental, I think she missed out in the brain dept. However, as she needs soooooooo much exercise I'm getting fitter week by week so as they say "every cloud..." She is proving to be a very good swimmer so we're looking forward to taking her to the beach this summer. Look out for Moli the surfing dog - the new YouTube sensation!

Chickens: Still don't like 'em. Noisy & shit a lot."

Yeah, that's cats for you. They don't like, sharp claws out! Haha.

On holiday in less than 30 mins

I don't know, but I guess there are loads of people who cannot say that they have 30 minutes before they are on holiday. For me, 4 mins walk to the tram stop, 13 mins to the city, 2 mins walk to the boat and perhaps 1 minute extra for whatever.

5-10 mins to get the boat ready, and then I'm on the lake. This is my favorite holiday, even in comparison to what I've done earlier in my life. Ok, if I hadn't done that, seen that, perhaps I wouldn't think so, but now I do.

Forget travel, forget passport and security control, forget delayed flights, forget tiny seats with bad food. I have my boat, and that's enough for me.

Today 5 hours on the lake with a friend, good talks, good food, even a few drinks mind you. And a visit from a hungry one.

And sunscreen is just for wimps.

Wednesday, May 04, 2011

Swiss English

When I have to communicate with German-speaking people in writing I always start the sentence in German, then excusing myself not being good in writing in that language, and switch to English.

This is fine since most Swiss can read English, and they can respond in German. Today I got a surprise. Had sent an email in my traditional style, receiving an answer "yes, I lived in the US for 16 years so I'm pretty fluent". Yeah, probably more fluent than I am. Look forward to meeting him next week.

Züri-Sack

Still in a "fight" with the filthy neighbours who leave their trash bags outside our house, got me thinking about the trash bins we have in our kitchens. It is a perfect fit for a "Züri-Sack", but the problem is when it starts to get full. Since we pay for garbage bags in Switzerland it is a necessity to fill it up as much as you can. Obviously.

But when the bin starts to get full, and you take it out of the kitchen container, you realize it's actually only 3/4 full. Which means you end up with a trash bag on the floor for a few days until it's really filled up.

I admire the Swiss usually being practical, but what exactly did they think here?

Too much stuff

When I decided to paint my chest of drawers I realized how much stuff I keep, without ever using it. It's cushions, blankets, sheets and towels. Why one might ask. So decided to clean out also other cupboards, and ended up with piles of stuff.

It was basically just taking up space for no reason whatsoever. Turns out the homeless want it. So now I'm just waiting for them to come pick it up.

Porcelain flower

It's blooming!

A gigantic cupcake

Arrrghhh. Spent the afternoon shopping, i.e. being dragged from one shop to the other by friend. I managed to get us to have lunch at an outdoor restaurant, but that was the only pleasure this afternoon.

I dunno why, but every time I enter a shop I want to turn around and go out again. It's people everywhere, and each department store have perfumes and cosmetics at the ground floor with shop assistants who try to get you to try a new creme, a new fragrance or do your hair. Get out of my face people!

After gazillions of shops we ended up in Jelmoli. Was it Jelmoli? I've forgotten. One of the dresses I couldn't even get on. First I tried over my head, ended up with meters of fabric with the wrong side out. Tried to step into it, and still couldn't work out how it was supposed to fit. No go.
In the end I chose a dress that makes me look like a giant cupcake, just because it was the only one that could house my boobs and that I refused to try on yet another one.

This is soooo not me. I don't wanna be a girly-girl. The things I do...

But no, it ain't done yet. Now I'm gonna need a strapless bra, or a bra with transparent straps, shoes, a scarf and a hat. Dress code says gown and hat. Already found Bridget Jones-knickers. They will hold EVERYTHING in. Best buy today!

Tuesday, May 03, 2011

Joke

Today it was a wee bit cold, so I went to stand in the corner. 90°. Haha.

I really don't want to

Unlike some other people I know, who have a, how shall I put it, more casual relationship with timing, I am never missing an appointment. It doesn't matter if I don't like who I'm meeting or what I am supposed to be doing, I do it. It's an honour thing.

There is only one exception. Shopping. Tomorrow is the day for buying a wedding dress. Not for me stupid, but for the wedding I am forced to attend in June. Think I have put it off twice now, claiming more pressing issues, but can't put it off forever even if I want to.

Can I just emphasize once again, I HATE shopping for clothes. Books, furniture, stuff for my home, no problem, but clothes, shoes and body stuff, can't stand it.

I foresee a fight with my friend who is over the moon going shopping, when she realize I wasn't joking about how much I HATE it. Tomorrow eve I soooo gonna need a drink.

One of a kind

Had an idea I was gonna replace my chest of drawers, but changed my mind. After all, had some paint left. Now it'll fit perfectly into the dream of purple in my guest room.

From cheap Ikea to well, unique.

Sunday, May 01, 2011

Die Annika rockin'

Went out tonight. After all had a few drinks at the science party, and why waste a good buzz? In the break I asked the band to perhaps play some rock'n'roll, rather than the, well, other music. They asked my name, and then called me from the stage saying "jetzt spielen wir für die Annika". Hmmm. Die Annika?

Anyway, a guy asked me to dance, I politely declined, but then an old guy who is a regular came to ask and I couldn't say no. So had to dance. A friend asked me if I was drunk.

I wish I was, but the guy was a good lead so at least I didn't make a fool of myself. And since it was a Sunday eve, it weren't too many people out. Good timing.

Violence

I understand from watching shows that violence against women is common. That is bad, but the thing I don't understand is that if a man is violent, either hit him back or if he's bigger walk. WALK OUT OF THERE! How difficult can it be?

I get angry when I see women almost liking to be victims. What is wrong with you?

I am sorry, but I have very little empathy about women who choose to be victims. None to be honest.

Nah, I rather give money to homeless cats.

The lost joke

Apparently "Der Witz ist nicht um die Ecke". Again, spoke to this German guy and he had no clue about the saying "the joke is around the corner" and he was from Bavaria. I'm giving up. Why learn the funny things in German, when you're not sure everybody will understand it?

In fact, why learn German at all?

Another world

On the same theme, today I met a woman who at the age of 28 already was an MD and was now studying to get her PhD in some other scientific discipline. She yet had not decided what to work with, but leaning towards being a medical doctor. Internal medicine she said, but only maybe.

I cannot grasp the fact that a person would choose a third of her life to study. I was 19 when I escaped the parents and started my own life, independent. Making money was a necessity for me, because I wanted to eat. And have a place to live.

On one hand it is great that we nowadays can afford to let people study and be "our future", but on the other hand, I don't get how they year after year can live like that. Hey, didn't I say diversity is good? Yes I did. But I'm glad I'm not a PhD. I am very happy other people choose to.

PS. I was better in socializing. We all have talents.

White collar

And no, wasn't out demonstrating today. To be perfectly honest, never did. Even though I was a blue collar worker back in...well, a very very long time ago. And it was only temporary.

But really, back then I was moving piles of paper from a stack to a machine to put the piles in order to in the end produce a book. A book bindery. I later got promoted to walk around with the coffee tray to serve the workers, and even later to work with admin in the office. I was typing. On an oldfashioned typewriter. Loads and loads of labels with addresses. Some promotion, but in those days it counted.

From blue collar to white collar in...hmmm...yeah, maybe a year. And sincerely, I dunno know if the work I have done after that have been any more important, but for sure it paid better!

Hidden agendas

Great thing about partying with scientists (and no, they don't drink much, but all the more for me!) is that one of them turned out to be a vet! Excellent. She will look for kittens for me. I feel this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

Also, a comment this afternoon (sitting out in the sun): "ze Swiss are the better Germans". Said by a German. Double whoops. Not only was it funny, but it showed a German with a sense of humour!

My present to the birthday girl were plants. I thought, not only will they enjoy it, but I will too, looking out my window. And vet girl might be a good connection in the future for my cats.

Hidden agenda me?