Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Sunday, December 29, 2013
Good service
Good service is nothing we are spoiled with here in Switzerland. In fact, I only know it from America, but then they expect a 20% tip so it doesn't really count.
Today in Ikea we got it. In the food shop my friend was told that the 2-francs voucher he had was only valid if his purchase was more than 10 francs. It was 9.90, so the shop assistant suggested I "give" him one of mine. Then I was told that buying four glass containers with herring (I had only three) came with a discount. Buy four, pay for three.
This is the kind of behaviour that makes you go back. Even if I only bought two packs of serviettes in the Ikea store, and had to wait fifteen minutes to pay for them. A good feeling 'cause of the food shop assistant. There should be more of them.
Today in Ikea we got it. In the food shop my friend was told that the 2-francs voucher he had was only valid if his purchase was more than 10 francs. It was 9.90, so the shop assistant suggested I "give" him one of mine. Then I was told that buying four glass containers with herring (I had only three) came with a discount. Buy four, pay for three.
This is the kind of behaviour that makes you go back. Even if I only bought two packs of serviettes in the Ikea store, and had to wait fifteen minutes to pay for them. A good feeling 'cause of the food shop assistant. There should be more of them.
Australia and a kid
I have a friend who's absolutely crazy. Even though she's married, she agreed to fly with a small kid all the way to down under on her own. Without the spouse, and with a kid on her lap for like 20 hours. Maybe that's why I'm not married or have a kid. I would never have agreed to something like that.
Anyway, I'm sure she's gonna tell me that it all went fine. Just to prove me wrong.
Well, that's when I'll hear from her. As she so eloquently put it "getting onto internet just to tell you might not be my first priority". Hmm.
Anyway, I'm sure she's gonna tell me that it all went fine. Just to prove me wrong.
Well, that's when I'll hear from her. As she so eloquently put it "getting onto internet just to tell you might not be my first priority". Hmm.
Panache and gucki
I have gained respect for people in the gastro business lately. Even if I only work in a cafeteria serving old people drinks and cookies, I have realized that it's not so easy as you think when being a customer.
Today I had four people around a table, two coffees, but one with extra milk and one glass of water without bubbles served lukewarm and one glass of water with, but served cold. Ok I can do that.
Three people at another table wanted one Rivella, one coffee but served in a tea-mug (the man was 98 years old and his hands were shaking too much to hold a normal cup), then with cold milk therein, and one person ordered Panache. My co-worker didn't have a clue what that was either. I had a feeling it was a mix of something, ask me anything about wine and I'll know, but with beer I'm lost. Had to ask and used my youth (!) as an excuse. "Sorry, I'm inexperienced, can you please tell me what a panache is". Haha, only place my youth plays to my advantage.
Anyway, turns out to be a mix between beer and a soft drink called Citro. Yikes! It was only later we discovered that there actually was a bottle with a mix ready-made in the fridge.
Then one person ordered a "gucki", and even after asking three times I didn't understand at all. This switze-dutch is killing me! Turns out she was saying "coki" meaning Coca-Cola. Aha! Why didn't she say that in the first place?
But I'm getting to know the people slowly and what they like, so it can only get better. And I'm really good in parking walkers!
PS. When you google Panache it's something completely different. Only in Switzerland my friends.
Today I had four people around a table, two coffees, but one with extra milk and one glass of water without bubbles served lukewarm and one glass of water with, but served cold. Ok I can do that.
Three people at another table wanted one Rivella, one coffee but served in a tea-mug (the man was 98 years old and his hands were shaking too much to hold a normal cup), then with cold milk therein, and one person ordered Panache. My co-worker didn't have a clue what that was either. I had a feeling it was a mix of something, ask me anything about wine and I'll know, but with beer I'm lost. Had to ask and used my youth (!) as an excuse. "Sorry, I'm inexperienced, can you please tell me what a panache is". Haha, only place my youth plays to my advantage.
Anyway, turns out to be a mix between beer and a soft drink called Citro. Yikes! It was only later we discovered that there actually was a bottle with a mix ready-made in the fridge.
Then one person ordered a "gucki", and even after asking three times I didn't understand at all. This switze-dutch is killing me! Turns out she was saying "coki" meaning Coca-Cola. Aha! Why didn't she say that in the first place?
But I'm getting to know the people slowly and what they like, so it can only get better. And I'm really good in parking walkers!
PS. When you google Panache it's something completely different. Only in Switzerland my friends.
Friday, December 27, 2013
Adjustable bed
People should learn to listen to me. And to women in general.
Some years ago I bought an old-peoples-bed. An adjustable bed that you have in 5-stars-hotels if you're lucky. My thoughts were that you have a bed about 20 years, and I'd rather have one now when I don't actually need it, 'cause you never know when you will. Plus it's nice to be able to move the headboard up when you're reading.
A friend of my tried it, and I knew when she did, that it wouldn't be long before she had one too. She only had to talk her husband into it. It took almost a year.
One morning she woke up, finding her husband sitting up in bed (in the adjustable one), 'cause he was in pain. Less pain sitting up. See! The bed came in handy.
But jokes aside, tomorrow I'll be visiting him in the hospital. Luckily it seems his condition is treatable, but for sure I'll be asking if he thinks the investment in an adjustable bed is still a good one. And if perhaps he should listen to his wife a bit more.
Some years ago I bought an old-peoples-bed. An adjustable bed that you have in 5-stars-hotels if you're lucky. My thoughts were that you have a bed about 20 years, and I'd rather have one now when I don't actually need it, 'cause you never know when you will. Plus it's nice to be able to move the headboard up when you're reading.
A friend of my tried it, and I knew when she did, that it wouldn't be long before she had one too. She only had to talk her husband into it. It took almost a year.
One morning she woke up, finding her husband sitting up in bed (in the adjustable one), 'cause he was in pain. Less pain sitting up. See! The bed came in handy.
But jokes aside, tomorrow I'll be visiting him in the hospital. Luckily it seems his condition is treatable, but for sure I'll be asking if he thinks the investment in an adjustable bed is still a good one. And if perhaps he should listen to his wife a bit more.
Thursday, December 26, 2013
A fish called what?
My neighbours have a fish. A fish with no name. I guess Wanda is out of the question since it's a male fish 'cause "females are uglier in this species". Hmmm. There are a lot of things to be said to that comment, but my prudence forbid it.
Now I'm looking after their flat when they are on holiday. And I feel bad for that lonely fish. First of all, it's alone in the aquarium (the reason is it ate its companions), and second, well it's alone. A whole week, nobody is talking to it, caring or doing anything with it. So I try. I open the door, I say "hello fish", I check where it's hiding in the tank, I tell him what I'm doing there and leaving saying "I'll see you tomorrow".
I dunno why people choose to have a fish, it's not like you can pet it, and even if you talk to it, like I do, they don't understand, I mean, what's the point?
But they did choose to have the floor heating on while they're gone, close to 30°C in the flat (tropical fish), so I guess they must love it. Even if they haven't given it a name.
Now I'm looking after their flat when they are on holiday. And I feel bad for that lonely fish. First of all, it's alone in the aquarium (the reason is it ate its companions), and second, well it's alone. A whole week, nobody is talking to it, caring or doing anything with it. So I try. I open the door, I say "hello fish", I check where it's hiding in the tank, I tell him what I'm doing there and leaving saying "I'll see you tomorrow".
I dunno why people choose to have a fish, it's not like you can pet it, and even if you talk to it, like I do, they don't understand, I mean, what's the point?
But they did choose to have the floor heating on while they're gone, close to 30°C in the flat (tropical fish), so I guess they must love it. Even if they haven't given it a name.
Walking and smoking
Over this Christmas I met my cousin. She is tall, slim and beautiful with a great sense of fashion. Everything I'm not. In fact, she tried to give me fashion and beauty tips. Needless to say, she doesn't know me that well. Nevertheless, it's hard not to like her. And we share a lot of childhood memories.
However, I am pleased to say that I'm more fit. At least in terms of walking up stairs. We walked up, oh I dunno know, maybe 100 steps and I was as usual having a cig in my hand, while she was panting and I had to wait for her.
So while she's nearly perfect, turns out I am better at something. Good for me!
However, I am pleased to say that I'm more fit. At least in terms of walking up stairs. We walked up, oh I dunno know, maybe 100 steps and I was as usual having a cig in my hand, while she was panting and I had to wait for her.
So while she's nearly perfect, turns out I am better at something. Good for me!
Wednesday, December 25, 2013
Lotary win
One of the benefits of having foreign people (yeah I know, like I'm not foreign myself living abroad) in your family is that you get introduced to new customs. Like tonight.
We were having a sweet treat including a message, like in a fortune cookie. I picked the one saying 'love'. Sigh. Tried to switched it with 'laziness' but as my brother (who normally doesn't say much at all) put it: "You don't need more of that in your life". Hmm. He's probably right.
So finally I got it traded to "lotary win". I'm hoping it means lottery win. Yeah, I'll take money over love anyday :).
We were having a sweet treat including a message, like in a fortune cookie. I picked the one saying 'love'. Sigh. Tried to switched it with 'laziness' but as my brother (who normally doesn't say much at all) put it: "You don't need more of that in your life". Hmm. He's probably right.
So finally I got it traded to "lotary win". I'm hoping it means lottery win. Yeah, I'll take money over love anyday :).
Monday, December 23, 2013
Christmas is here again
At Christmas people seem to have a greater need of sending messages. That's when we remember our friends and family, even if we ignore them the rest of the year. I am no different.
But I have since years stopped to write paper snail-mail cards. Nowadays it's the blog, emails or sms's.
And I am less stressed about not getting them out on time, either I am in constant contact with the people, see them irl or if need be, I can always send a Happy New Year message.
A week ago I got a paper card from a friend, saying "I know you don't like it, but I enjoy writing cards". Fair enough and she got an email in return.
Others who sent me old-fashioned cards got either an sms, a skype or an email response.
But today I had to laugh. Got a text message from an 82-year-old, wishing me Merry Christmas and all the best for 2014. How cool is not that?
But I have since years stopped to write paper snail-mail cards. Nowadays it's the blog, emails or sms's.
And I am less stressed about not getting them out on time, either I am in constant contact with the people, see them irl or if need be, I can always send a Happy New Year message.
A week ago I got a paper card from a friend, saying "I know you don't like it, but I enjoy writing cards". Fair enough and she got an email in return.
Others who sent me old-fashioned cards got either an sms, a skype or an email response.
But today I had to laugh. Got a text message from an 82-year-old, wishing me Merry Christmas and all the best for 2014. How cool is not that?
Violated
Lately all sorts of thoughts are popping into my head, probably triggered by the tv I'm watching.
One thing made me remember when I had a cyst down there removed some ten years ago, and when being examined by the doctor, I was watched by four students. I wasn't asked before if I minded, if they would've asked, I probably would've said yes, but this time I was surprised.
There I was, legs in the air, naked, exposed for all to see and all of a sudden, five people appeared. I still remember that as a violation, something I hate.
At the same time I remember what my Mum used to say "when you have given birth to kids you stop caring". She used to go to the gynaecologist on regular check-ups and before the doc even asked her to get her clothes off, she was up naked in the examination chair. He or she turned around surprised to say "oh, you ready then".
Still, it would've been nice to be asked for permission.
One thing made me remember when I had a cyst down there removed some ten years ago, and when being examined by the doctor, I was watched by four students. I wasn't asked before if I minded, if they would've asked, I probably would've said yes, but this time I was surprised.
There I was, legs in the air, naked, exposed for all to see and all of a sudden, five people appeared. I still remember that as a violation, something I hate.
At the same time I remember what my Mum used to say "when you have given birth to kids you stop caring". She used to go to the gynaecologist on regular check-ups and before the doc even asked her to get her clothes off, she was up naked in the examination chair. He or she turned around surprised to say "oh, you ready then".
Still, it would've been nice to be asked for permission.
Sunday, December 22, 2013
Oh captain my captain
I dunno what made me think of Dead poets society, but I did, and I still think it's one of the best movies I've seen. So I played the fav moment in that movie again. Thank you youtube for almost always delivering.
Oh, and next time you come with me on the boat, feel free to call me, oh captain my captain :).
Oh, and next time you come with me on the boat, feel free to call me, oh captain my captain :).
Great Britain and...huh?
One of the discussions tonight was about the Great Britain, the Commonwealth and the UK, and which country belongs to which union. I found a the explanation right here. You any wiser now?
I overstayed my welcome
Not only did I arrive exactly at the time stated in the invite, but I didn't leave at the stipulated time. Mind you, the others didn't either. But you know, when there is food and drinks and new people to get to know, it is difficult to wrap up and leave. And the hosts seemed happy, so I guess ok.
Or like another friend of mine said "I wanna walk you to the door to make sure you leave". Actually it was her Dad who said it and it was relayed to me, but it makes a better story without too many details.
One thing that surprised me though was that what I thought was an open-minded and modern friend had a Christmas tree with...tadada...real candles in it! Who has real candles in a tree these days? Well, apart from my old-fashioned neighbours i.e. The things you don't know.
But when we, the international group consisting of people from Germany, Venezuela, Australia, Sweden, Great Britain and even a few Swiss (!) discussed trees, one of them was mentioning that her family did a tree "even worse". Haha.
I thought it was nice though, even though my plastic tree with purple lights and glitter is more to my taste. Each to their own.
Or like another friend of mine said "I wanna walk you to the door to make sure you leave". Actually it was her Dad who said it and it was relayed to me, but it makes a better story without too many details.
One thing that surprised me though was that what I thought was an open-minded and modern friend had a Christmas tree with...tadada...real candles in it! Who has real candles in a tree these days? Well, apart from my old-fashioned neighbours i.e. The things you don't know.
But when we, the international group consisting of people from Germany, Venezuela, Australia, Sweden, Great Britain and even a few Swiss (!) discussed trees, one of them was mentioning that her family did a tree "even worse". Haha.
I thought it was nice though, even though my plastic tree with purple lights and glitter is more to my taste. Each to their own.
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
The world of dating
Since I posted the pic (that was accepted!) on the dating-site I got approached by several men. It's what I expected. One was funny, having a story about "before I make a move on my wash-hanger, I'm gonna try this site", but alas he is living too far away. One took one look at my photo, saying he was looking for chubby women (and I had a face photo only!), so he was immediately rejected.
The third one until now could be a maybe with a slight question mark if I like younger men. He's six years younger than I. Like it matters when you're our age. Sigh.
Maybe I should return to my previous pattern. Just go out and pick up a guy in a bar.
The third one until now could be a maybe with a slight question mark if I like younger men. He's six years younger than I. Like it matters when you're our age. Sigh.
Maybe I should return to my previous pattern. Just go out and pick up a guy in a bar.
I did a selfie
I am not big on doing selfies, and for you oldies that means a pic you take of yourself. But today I had to. I have joined one of those dating-sites and they are sister-Ratched-like, rabidly taking 'agin' my previous attempts.
First I tried to load the fab pic I took of the silverback gorilla the other week at Zürich zoo, thinking I wanted to meet new friends with a sense of humor. That didn't go down well with the administrators of the site. Apparently there is actually a person approving photos, and I got rejected. Hmmm.
Then I tried to load a pic of me, looking fabulous on a beach, only my face couldn't be seen. That one wasn't approved of either. And ok, it did say on the site that uploading pics that were, well not exactly from this year, was frowned upon. Fair enough.
So today I had to do a selfie. And I'm thinking, is it worth it?
I really hate this, having to market myself. Don't people see how fabulous I am without me saying so?
First I tried to load the fab pic I took of the silverback gorilla the other week at Zürich zoo, thinking I wanted to meet new friends with a sense of humor. That didn't go down well with the administrators of the site. Apparently there is actually a person approving photos, and I got rejected. Hmmm.
Then I tried to load a pic of me, looking fabulous on a beach, only my face couldn't be seen. That one wasn't approved of either. And ok, it did say on the site that uploading pics that were, well not exactly from this year, was frowned upon. Fair enough.
So today I had to do a selfie. And I'm thinking, is it worth it?
I really hate this, having to market myself. Don't people see how fabulous I am without me saying so?
Tic
I guess most people have tics, i.e. movements that cannot be controlled. I have a light version. I bite not nails, but the skin around the nails. I have really no idea whey, only that it feels good when I'm doing it.
Until yesterday. Then I bit off more than I could chew so to speak, and managed to rip off a piece of my skin on the thumb to the point where it started to bleed. Ouch.
This morning, very very early, I woke up with a throbbing thumb. I really have to stop this!
Until yesterday. Then I bit off more than I could chew so to speak, and managed to rip off a piece of my skin on the thumb to the point where it started to bleed. Ouch.
This morning, very very early, I woke up with a throbbing thumb. I really have to stop this!
Monday, December 16, 2013
You're welcome and then you're not
I just love ze Swiss way of communicating. A couple of times lately I have been invited to a do with a starting time and an ending time. Like you're welcome from four to six in the afternoon.
I can understand why, you have something else on or you have small kids or just don't want people to hand around too long. I love it! There is a clear message, you know what's expected, no more no less.
But you can expect me to be there exactly between the times stipulated :).
I can understand why, you have something else on or you have small kids or just don't want people to hand around too long. I love it! There is a clear message, you know what's expected, no more no less.
But you can expect me to be there exactly between the times stipulated :).
Christmas decoration?
Was at a friends place for dinner tonight, and upon leaving he asked if I had seen the Christmas decoration he had on his door. I had not, due to the fact that the door was open when I arrived.
Took one look at it, and mumbled to myself "this thing would never be seen on my door". He demanded I repeated it, so I did, and then I heard a mumbling from his side "I hope you miss your bus".
And I did. Had to wait a whopping 9 minutes in the freezing cold before the next bus arrived. That should teach me!
Took one look at it, and mumbled to myself "this thing would never be seen on my door". He demanded I repeated it, so I did, and then I heard a mumbling from his side "I hope you miss your bus".
And I did. Had to wait a whopping 9 minutes in the freezing cold before the next bus arrived. That should teach me!
Saturday, December 14, 2013
Sweet'n sour
I had dinner with a friend yesterday. He has a fryer. It was frying pork, frying dough, frying veggies, glazing with sweet'n sour sauce. It was absolutely delicious.
Mind you, it was probably not food served in the biggest loser-contest, but like the chocolate mousse another friend does, it was the first thing I was thinking of when waking up this morning.
And I'm not a person who likes breakfast. That's how good it was.
Mind you, it was probably not food served in the biggest loser-contest, but like the chocolate mousse another friend does, it was the first thing I was thinking of when waking up this morning.
And I'm not a person who likes breakfast. That's how good it was.
Music
I don't get the fascination with music that most people seem to have. They constantly walk around with music in their ears, they talk about it, they write about it, they analyze it and they know all about artists and which year a certain song was released. I just don't get it.
How uninteresting I'm thinking. The only music I like is the live one. The one where you can see the artists, sing-along, clap your hands and have fun. Big concerts are so not me. Gimme a smoky pub or yes, I know what you're thinking of, my fav-place, that's where I have fun.
And in my youth I loved dancing. Dancing to music, but more interested in my partner than in the actual music. Music can be buzzing in the background, but can never be the center of my world.
Just thought I'd share.
How uninteresting I'm thinking. The only music I like is the live one. The one where you can see the artists, sing-along, clap your hands and have fun. Big concerts are so not me. Gimme a smoky pub or yes, I know what you're thinking of, my fav-place, that's where I have fun.
And in my youth I loved dancing. Dancing to music, but more interested in my partner than in the actual music. Music can be buzzing in the background, but can never be the center of my world.
Just thought I'd share.
Thursday, December 12, 2013
The fight goes on
When I was young(er) I picked every fight. Hadn't yet learned to choose my battles. Now, with age, I have mellowed. Not to the point of being stupid and accepting everything (far from!), but I know when to fight and not.
Tonight I met somebody who hasn't given up fighting a losing battle. It probably didn't help that he had a few drinks. But it was funny, listening to him and his arguments, trying hard not to laugh, since I was there when the initial debate took place.
Hurray for democracies, where anybody and everybody can express their opinion! Even if they are laughed at, but rather that than being imprisoned like in some countries!
Plus, the food served was delicious :).
Tonight I met somebody who hasn't given up fighting a losing battle. It probably didn't help that he had a few drinks. But it was funny, listening to him and his arguments, trying hard not to laugh, since I was there when the initial debate took place.
Hurray for democracies, where anybody and everybody can express their opinion! Even if they are laughed at, but rather that than being imprisoned like in some countries!
Plus, the food served was delicious :).
My hood
Went shopping today in my 'hood, and I must say I'm proud of how it develops. In the center of our "kreis", i.e. city area, they are renovating like crazy. New bus stops, buildings built and renovated, new and fresh shops. Around the square is now Migros, Coop and Denner, a pharmacy, restaurants, an ATM, a bakery and wait...a Brockenhaus? Brockenhaus is where they sell old and used stuff that smell bad.
But no, as it turned out it wasn't. I have passed this shop many times but never actually gone in there. Today I did, and was surprised that there was absolutely no smell of old, and they had all sorts of thingies for a very cheap price. Including a purple blanket that I almost bought. Until I realized I have enough of them already.
So for Christmas presents no need to go into the crowded city, it's all here in my own neighbourhood. Neat!
But no, as it turned out it wasn't. I have passed this shop many times but never actually gone in there. Today I did, and was surprised that there was absolutely no smell of old, and they had all sorts of thingies for a very cheap price. Including a purple blanket that I almost bought. Until I realized I have enough of them already.
So for Christmas presents no need to go into the crowded city, it's all here in my own neighbourhood. Neat!
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Clean conscience
Had a discussion with an environmentally interested friend the other day, and she claimed that the problems with the climate, the extinction of species and starvation in the world is related to overpopulation.
Well, what can I say? I have taken responsibility. I have a clean conscience.
And I'm now having my heating system under control. Yesterday my guests had to keep their shoes on, 'cause the floor heating is almost off. Ha!
So tonight, for the first time, I lit up a fire for heating. And realized I should do this more often 'cause of the ambiance.
Well, what can I say? I have taken responsibility. I have a clean conscience.
And I'm now having my heating system under control. Yesterday my guests had to keep their shoes on, 'cause the floor heating is almost off. Ha!
Monday, December 09, 2013
Annual meeting
Tonight we had our annual meeting. The building association. It was bloody, and threats were flying around like we were in Afghanistan. NOT.
I really tried to get some sort of heat going, but no. We were all in agreement.
Ok, so the only thing we didn't agree on was the removing of the grey heart on the side of the house, and the only tenant who actually sees it from the balcony was for, and the three of us were against. He gave me an evil look, saying next time I want something I cannot expect his support, and me saying "this is what it's like living in a democracy". He's from Eastern Europe :).
It was great fun, and even though the meeting only lasted like 1.5 hours they stayed equally long just discussing other things. And finish the food and drinks I served.
Small communities, I love it.
I really tried to get some sort of heat going, but no. We were all in agreement.Ok, so the only thing we didn't agree on was the removing of the grey heart on the side of the house, and the only tenant who actually sees it from the balcony was for, and the three of us were against. He gave me an evil look, saying next time I want something I cannot expect his support, and me saying "this is what it's like living in a democracy". He's from Eastern Europe :).
It was great fun, and even though the meeting only lasted like 1.5 hours they stayed equally long just discussing other things. And finish the food and drinks I served.
Small communities, I love it.
SAS going down
You know when an airline is about to fold? It's when they start bombarding you with emails about this and that offer.
And I remember when I had booked a trip to Spain, and phoned the airline to change my ticket to a different destination, since my Dad had passed away, and they couldn't change the booking. I had to buy a new ticket. Then they had the stomach to ask me "so do you want to cancel your seat at the previous booking?".
Hell no. If they would have offered me half the cost, I would've been fine. But being so obviously greedy, and showing no respect whatsoever, they lost my loyalty.
You're going down SAS, and remember where you heard it first.
And I remember when I had booked a trip to Spain, and phoned the airline to change my ticket to a different destination, since my Dad had passed away, and they couldn't change the booking. I had to buy a new ticket. Then they had the stomach to ask me "so do you want to cancel your seat at the previous booking?".
Hell no. If they would have offered me half the cost, I would've been fine. But being so obviously greedy, and showing no respect whatsoever, they lost my loyalty.
You're going down SAS, and remember where you heard it first.
Camera installed
Ok, so now my surveillance camera is installed in a perfect place. You cannot see it, hidden behind a curtain and it points to the only place an intruder would choose. Now I just have to figure out where the pics are stored. I mean, I can see the image on my computer, but I need to learn how to go back in time and find a pic.
Guru, where are you?
Guru, where are you?
Sunday, December 08, 2013
You're not drinking
I was at a party tonight, and it was great. Nice setting, good food and fun company. Only after dinner I felt too full. I felt like I hadn't eaten that much food in a long time and my belly was even bigger than normal. Uncomfortable.
So I took a break, went out on the terrace, had a smoke, went to the bathroom, walked around a little, then sat down again. And that's when I heard a remark I hadn't heard in a long time: "you're not drinking, are you ok?".
Haha, yes I admit I had a dip, and was even off wine for a bit, but I came back. What else can you expect from a wine pro like myself?
So I took a break, went out on the terrace, had a smoke, went to the bathroom, walked around a little, then sat down again. And that's when I heard a remark I hadn't heard in a long time: "you're not drinking, are you ok?".
Haha, yes I admit I had a dip, and was even off wine for a bit, but I came back. What else can you expect from a wine pro like myself?
Abroad
I know, I'm a real globetrotter. Today I was abroad again. And for once at the customs we were stopped. Apparently now in Christmas-times a lot of (cheap) Swiss people go to Germany for shopping and then claim the VAT back, and so the customs people hungry for criminals stopped us.
But they only spoke briefly and took one look at the pretty smile of my friend, then let us go. And there was I with a still valid passport, to no avail.
Proving my point of passports, not a necessary accessory.
But they only spoke briefly and took one look at the pretty smile of my friend, then let us go. And there was I with a still valid passport, to no avail.
Proving my point of passports, not a necessary accessory.
Friday, December 06, 2013
Ze German is joking
Was out tonight with a German. A German who thinks of moving back to Germany, "because it's nice when they understand my jokes". HAHAHAHAHA! A German joke?
Thursday, December 05, 2013
RIP Nelson
Not many statesmen I respect but Nelson was one of them. And it was a mighty feeling to see the cell where he was imprisoned so many years.
RIP.
RIP.
Wednesday, December 04, 2013
Stateless
I remember when I was working in Scandinavia, and invited an American for a meeting and she responded "yes, I'll come, I do have a passport". Which I at the time thought was a strange comment. Turned out she did have a passport but had never used it. She was 60 years old.
Now, my passport expires early next year, and last time I renewed it I went to the consulate here in Zürich, brought a pic, paid some money and signed some papers. Easy-peasy.
These days the routines have changed and I have to go all the way to the embassy in Bern. Pay 200 francs for the admin, 100 francs for the trip there and an additional 20 to have it delivered to Zürich. And it's only valid for 5 years!
I'm gonna take this as a sign that I'm not meant to travel abroad anymore. And I'm relieved. Every time I think of leaving Zürich I get anxious, trying to come up with good excuses not to. Now one is presented to me.
Besides, next year I can apply for a Swiss passport. Not sure they'll accept me, but plenty of time to get used to the feeling of being stateless.
Now, my passport expires early next year, and last time I renewed it I went to the consulate here in Zürich, brought a pic, paid some money and signed some papers. Easy-peasy.
These days the routines have changed and I have to go all the way to the embassy in Bern. Pay 200 francs for the admin, 100 francs for the trip there and an additional 20 to have it delivered to Zürich. And it's only valid for 5 years!
I'm gonna take this as a sign that I'm not meant to travel abroad anymore. And I'm relieved. Every time I think of leaving Zürich I get anxious, trying to come up with good excuses not to. Now one is presented to me.
Besides, next year I can apply for a Swiss passport. Not sure they'll accept me, but plenty of time to get used to the feeling of being stateless.
Tuesday, December 03, 2013
Zürich zoo XII
I read that in Zürich zoo you can take a class fighting your phobia against spiders. I can maybe understand people who take those kind of classes against phobias like flying, but why on earth would I take a class fighting my demons like any kind of insects including spiders, my fear of heights or any creepy-crawlies?
It's not like I plan to confront an anaconda or a black widow. Nah, leave me alone with my phobias please. And living in Switzerland, it's not likely I'll be exposed to a cobra or a rattlesnake. If I wanna see them I go to the Zürich zoo, that's it.
And yes, I have been up the tallest building in Switzerland! The prime tower in Zürich. And it has glass all around, and I was happy to sit in the middle of the room having a smoke.
It's not like I plan to confront an anaconda or a black widow. Nah, leave me alone with my phobias please. And living in Switzerland, it's not likely I'll be exposed to a cobra or a rattlesnake. If I wanna see them I go to the Zürich zoo, that's it.
And yes, I have been up the tallest building in Switzerland! The prime tower in Zürich. And it has glass all around, and I was happy to sit in the middle of the room having a smoke.
Zürich zoo XI
Bats in the Masoala-Halle. Yikes, I have a dislike to objects that look like rats and are flying fast.
But I did like the new tower they built in there, so that you can climb up and have a really good view. Only to be perfectly honest (and before somebody here who was there can comment :), I didn't go all the way up. Severe anxiety. Almost had to sit down half-way up.
And finally a blurry lemur, but we also saw giant tortoises and a chameleon in there.
Lots of animal business today, including a wolf! I've never seen a wolf up so close as today, it was exciting!
And finally a blurry lemur, but we also saw giant tortoises and a chameleon in there.
Lots of animal business today, including a wolf! I've never seen a wolf up so close as today, it was exciting!
Zürich zoo X
Drinking hippo. It is said it's the animal who kills most people in Africa. And a bored rhino.
Zürich zoo IX
Lots of monkey business! And both the gorillas and the chimpanzees had offsprings, much cuter than their human counterparts.
Zürich zoo IV
This elephant will be much more happy once the new quarters are built. Right now they are residing in a tiny area, poor things.
Zürich zoo II
Dromedaries have one hump, camels have two. That can guarantee the win in the next quiz show!
Zürich zoo I
Every day when it's 10°C or less the penguins at the Zürich zoo are taken for a walk. I just love penguins. They look so funny when walking with a wag. At the brief security session we were told to keep the kids at a safe distance, 'cause when feeling threatened they would go for the eyes. Another good reason for not bringing kids.
The funniest one was the brown one, which we believe was a youngster. He was at least screaming the loudest.
The funniest one was the brown one, which we believe was a youngster. He was at least screaming the loudest.
Monday, December 02, 2013
New duvet
It's funny, when I shop for myself (ok, not often, once a year or so) I always look at the price tag, but today when I happened to pass the pet shop I noticed that the duvet I looked at before was set to half price. Still not exactly cheap, but my wee ones are worth the best. And I couldn't resist the colour and the oh so cute paw prints!
So here we go, Zetti checking it out. But both of them choosing the old and known sleeping places. Ungrateful little brats.
So here we go, Zetti checking it out. But both of them choosing the old and known sleeping places. Ungrateful little brats.
Don't quit your day job
Today I was invited to a do for volunteers, first with a drink, then with a film and finally some food and more drinks.
I didn't know anybody there, so at first I was just standing there watching, thinking there are lots of old people volunteering, I felt really young. On the other hand, younger people who volunteer probably are working on a Monday afternoon.
Then it was the movie. It was a project involving ETH Zürich, the university and an old peoples home. Apart from myself there was one young person, happening to sit next to me, and I wanted to lean over and whisper "they shouldn't quit their day job", thinking she probably spoke English.
Luckily I didn't since she turned out to be playing a role in the movie (in a wig, wasn't recognizable), and later when I did speak to her I realized she was from Australia.
Don't get me wrong, the idea is good to liaise young students with old people in projects, but hmmm, that movie isn't gonna be one of my favs.
I didn't know anybody there, so at first I was just standing there watching, thinking there are lots of old people volunteering, I felt really young. On the other hand, younger people who volunteer probably are working on a Monday afternoon.
Then it was the movie. It was a project involving ETH Zürich, the university and an old peoples home. Apart from myself there was one young person, happening to sit next to me, and I wanted to lean over and whisper "they shouldn't quit their day job", thinking she probably spoke English.
Luckily I didn't since she turned out to be playing a role in the movie (in a wig, wasn't recognizable), and later when I did speak to her I realized she was from Australia.
Don't get me wrong, the idea is good to liaise young students with old people in projects, but hmmm, that movie isn't gonna be one of my favs.
Sunday, December 01, 2013
Ape-like
I don't believe in any god, I believe in science. And today I was intrigued when reading about the beginning of the human being. Normally we are told we come from the apes, and I have no problems with that. Haven't we all laughed at the zoo when watching chimpanzees and orangutangs?
But today I read that the beginning of us humans began with a fornication between an ape and a pig. Interesting.
It explains why pieces of pigs hearts could be implanted in humans, and I guess why some people act like monkeys.
But today I read that the beginning of us humans began with a fornication between an ape and a pig. Interesting.
It explains why pieces of pigs hearts could be implanted in humans, and I guess why some people act like monkeys.
Saturday, November 30, 2013
Dark
Am having some friends over tonight for dinner, and most things are prepared and I'm wondering where they all are. It's all dark outside and feels like evening. But then I look at the time and see it's only 5pm!
Good thing it's only one month left, until it goes in the other direction!
Good thing it's only one month left, until it goes in the other direction!
Friday, November 29, 2013
Tuna
Funny, the other day I was food-shopping and I got this strange craving for tuna. I have never been a big fan of it, although I eat it when served, so was surprised. Ok, in sushi it's good, but cooked? Nah.
Reminded me of when I had an operation many years ago and all of a sudden wanted salad! Like in green salad leaves, not a salad with tasty stuff in it, served with a thick dressing. How weird is that?
Anyhow, I usually feel a bit nibbly in the evenings and tonight so also. And found this mix of tuna thingies that I bought the other day in Denner (yes, the craving was gone and I had forgotten I bought the tuna).
Imagine my surprise when the mix turned out to be tasty! Tuna, black beans, pepper and corn with a spice. I must find out what is wrong with it! Before my veggie fundamentalist friend points it out to me!
If I'm lucky it's not too good to be true, like when I found my house wine. Cheap and good at the same time. Luckiest day of my life :).
Reminded me of when I had an operation many years ago and all of a sudden wanted salad! Like in green salad leaves, not a salad with tasty stuff in it, served with a thick dressing. How weird is that?
Anyhow, I usually feel a bit nibbly in the evenings and tonight so also. And found this mix of tuna thingies that I bought the other day in Denner (yes, the craving was gone and I had forgotten I bought the tuna).
Imagine my surprise when the mix turned out to be tasty! Tuna, black beans, pepper and corn with a spice. I must find out what is wrong with it! Before my veggie fundamentalist friend points it out to me!
If I'm lucky it's not too good to be true, like when I found my house wine. Cheap and good at the same time. Luckiest day of my life :).
The postman always comes twice
There is something fishy going on with the postman I think. Every morning I can see the postman's wagon parked on the opposite side of the street. When I look out later it's gone. And it's not a few minutes.
I'm thinking of the massage parlour in that house, now being presented as "Asian spa" with a proper sign and all. Is it possible? Can this happen in our 'hood?
I guess so. I am long past the time when I thought "this won't happen to me".
I'm thinking of the massage parlour in that house, now being presented as "Asian spa" with a proper sign and all. Is it possible? Can this happen in our 'hood?
I guess so. I am long past the time when I thought "this won't happen to me".
Heating
I've been going bananas this past week, since we got the papers for the annual meeting for our building. That includes the cost for the maintenance of the house. Some cost we share like the stair cleaning, the garden in front and the tremendously high cost for maintaining the lift. That is irritating here in Switzerland, since all lifts have to be "inspected" every two months, even though ours is new, and we have to pay for the service even if it's not needed. It's like the tv-license. I never watch tv on the actual tv, I watch on the computer and not Swiss tv. Anyway, let's not go there. My blood pressure is high enough as it is.
The issue is that my heating cost is way up there, and higher than the others. We are four apartments in the building, and my share is 22%. This year my heating cost is 34%, something ain't right, 'cause I don't use the most.
So I've been sending for papers to look at the usage in detail, I even had to use Excel again! Then I got tripped up by some manual notes made on one of the copies, saying KW, me thinking it was KiloWatt when it actually meant KaltWasser (cold water). Heating is apparently measured in MWh, which I assume means MegaWatt hours, and after ripping up the floor in my wardrobe, where the floor heating gizmo is located, I realized there is a measurer right there. Only on the papers I got it only shows cost, not usage.
And nobody has ever been here, checking the meter. Can the heating company do this remotely?
I am so not giving up on this investigation. Bigger apartments should by default use more heating, and one of the other flats definitely use more than I, they have like 28°C indoors all the time.
Until now I did some screwing (!) by myself, fiddling with the cock-pit-like heating installation, and tomorrow I'm asking some professionals for advice. I happen to have invited them for dinner, coincidentally as it happens.
Why I waited four years? 'Cause the first year you have not used anything to compare with, second year could be a coincidence, third year we focused more on other types of cost, but this year I reacted. And now I happen to have the time.
Heating company watch out!
The issue is that my heating cost is way up there, and higher than the others. We are four apartments in the building, and my share is 22%. This year my heating cost is 34%, something ain't right, 'cause I don't use the most.
So I've been sending for papers to look at the usage in detail, I even had to use Excel again! Then I got tripped up by some manual notes made on one of the copies, saying KW, me thinking it was KiloWatt when it actually meant KaltWasser (cold water). Heating is apparently measured in MWh, which I assume means MegaWatt hours, and after ripping up the floor in my wardrobe, where the floor heating gizmo is located, I realized there is a measurer right there. Only on the papers I got it only shows cost, not usage.
And nobody has ever been here, checking the meter. Can the heating company do this remotely?
I am so not giving up on this investigation. Bigger apartments should by default use more heating, and one of the other flats definitely use more than I, they have like 28°C indoors all the time.
Until now I did some screwing (!) by myself, fiddling with the cock-pit-like heating installation, and tomorrow I'm asking some professionals for advice. I happen to have invited them for dinner, coincidentally as it happens.
Why I waited four years? 'Cause the first year you have not used anything to compare with, second year could be a coincidence, third year we focused more on other types of cost, but this year I reacted. And now I happen to have the time.
Heating company watch out!
Thursday, November 28, 2013
Goodbye pyjama
I belong to the diminishing group of people who thinks that clothes should be worn until they fall apart. Ok, I wouldn't go as far as sitting there with a needle and thread to try and mend it, no way, but I don't want to throw away perfectly good clothes even if they are out of fashion. Haha, fashionista me? I have been accused of many things, but never that.
But today I had to. A pair of soft pants with a more than 10 cm rip on one leg, and a top with half my belly showing. Yes, it was time to let them go. But it hurts. They were so comfortable, and have been with me for a very long time.
Tonight I will sleep in the top I bought at Copenhagen airport back in 1999. Almost as good as new!
But today I had to. A pair of soft pants with a more than 10 cm rip on one leg, and a top with half my belly showing. Yes, it was time to let them go. But it hurts. They were so comfortable, and have been with me for a very long time.
Tonight I will sleep in the top I bought at Copenhagen airport back in 1999. Almost as good as new!
Gingerbread house
I'm being kind here, but still, it's a good effort. But when I asked what the pig was doing there I was told it is a sheep. Huh, a sheep with a snout? Interesting. That's what too much wine can do.
Status quo rocks
I don't mean the band. I'm referring to computers. When everything works and the sun shines and there are no clouds in the sky. Until you download some new software and everything goes haywire.
Right now when logging on to this blog I'm getting a message:
"ERROR: Possible problem with your *.gwt.xml module file. The compile time user.agent value (gecko1_8) does not match the runtime user.agent value (ie9). Expect more errors."
Indeed. Expect more errors.
I regard myself as pretty educated, and can get along in most circles, both with so called blue-collar workers and with academics, but this? I have no friggin idea.
It started when I downloaded the camera thingie, and now the colours have changed on the blog, but I can still log on and can still blog. So no reason to be alarmed. Yet.
Right now when logging on to this blog I'm getting a message:
"ERROR: Possible problem with your *.gwt.xml module file. The compile time user.agent value (gecko1_8) does not match the runtime user.agent value (ie9). Expect more errors."
Indeed. Expect more errors.
I regard myself as pretty educated, and can get along in most circles, both with so called blue-collar workers and with academics, but this? I have no friggin idea.
It started when I downloaded the camera thingie, and now the colours have changed on the blog, but I can still log on and can still blog. So no reason to be alarmed. Yet.
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Camera installed
Finally! Ok, I only tried once before but today I managed to install my wireless surveillance camera. Now I only have two problems left to solve. One is how I save the pics on my computer, so that I can go back and check if something happens, and another is where to put it. Right now it's not nailed to a wall but just standing on a shelf where my furry ones hopefully not gonna get to.
So now I just need some help with putting it up, and my guru to get well again and tell me how to save the pics.
One step at a time.
So now I just need some help with putting it up, and my guru to get well again and tell me how to save the pics.
One step at a time.
Sunday, November 24, 2013
Presents for use
Today I went to a birthday party, and the older I get the more I appreciate not getting presents that cannot be used for something. The same goes for many of my friends. We just don't want thingies, we have what we need and we don't want to pretend liking something we do not want on display, or hidden in a drawer only to come out when that particular person is visiting.
So today I gave a some feet paraphernalia to a 57-year-old man. Not a traditional gift I admit, but his wife had told me he had problems. So foot rasps, and baby oil (took me ages to find since baby oil is not sold in the health department, but in the kids ditto, with which I'm not familiar!) he got. First a nice footbath, then rasping, rasping, rasping with different tools, finally baby oil all over the feet and socks on top, before going to sleep and waking up with baby feet.
Try it! I do it myself even if I'm not 57.
So today I gave a some feet paraphernalia to a 57-year-old man. Not a traditional gift I admit, but his wife had told me he had problems. So foot rasps, and baby oil (took me ages to find since baby oil is not sold in the health department, but in the kids ditto, with which I'm not familiar!) he got. First a nice footbath, then rasping, rasping, rasping with different tools, finally baby oil all over the feet and socks on top, before going to sleep and waking up with baby feet.
Try it! I do it myself even if I'm not 57.
Saturday, November 23, 2013
Oldies still going strong
I was volunteer-working again today, and these oldies make me laugh in so many ways.
First of all, I'm astonished about how much they still care about their appearance, much much more than I do, but ok, that doesn't say much.
Second, they still have lots to talk about even though they probably see each other more or less daily. Every time there is a row of ladies sitting there, today joined by one (!) man, poor guy. I think there were nine women. Living proof that women live longer than men.
Third, today they were singing, wanting music, but complaining that their voices get worse with age. Heck, they sounded better than I do when trying to sing. Which for that good reason I try to avoid.
I don't even get frustrated when they forget. And they do forget pretty often. They place an order for coffee with cake, and when we deliver they have changed their order to only tea. And today one lady brought her own tea bag, saying she pays only two francs instead of three because of that. Fine, we're not exactly there to make money.
They forget if they have paid or not, and surprisingly enough they always tip. Not a lot, but still. One would think that older people have less money.
Yes, they are real darlings even if I don't always understand what they say, speaking Switzedütch and all. But the sweetest of them all and today a helper in the kitchen, the famous Mr Müller.
First of all, I'm astonished about how much they still care about their appearance, much much more than I do, but ok, that doesn't say much.
Second, they still have lots to talk about even though they probably see each other more or less daily. Every time there is a row of ladies sitting there, today joined by one (!) man, poor guy. I think there were nine women. Living proof that women live longer than men.
Third, today they were singing, wanting music, but complaining that their voices get worse with age. Heck, they sounded better than I do when trying to sing. Which for that good reason I try to avoid.
I don't even get frustrated when they forget. And they do forget pretty often. They place an order for coffee with cake, and when we deliver they have changed their order to only tea. And today one lady brought her own tea bag, saying she pays only two francs instead of three because of that. Fine, we're not exactly there to make money.
They forget if they have paid or not, and surprisingly enough they always tip. Not a lot, but still. One would think that older people have less money.
Yes, they are real darlings even if I don't always understand what they say, speaking Switzedütch and all. But the sweetest of them all and today a helper in the kitchen, the famous Mr Müller.
Friday, November 22, 2013
Konrad the crab
A comment made me remember Cook Islands. It was great! We had a bungalow with our very own crab. A crab that lived in a hole in the sand on our terrace. I named him Konrad. Konrad the crab.
And I can see that I already then had my beloved purple flip-flops that I had to throw away earlier this year. They were falling apart. Too bad, they were only like 10 years old.
And I can see that I already then had my beloved purple flip-flops that I had to throw away earlier this year. They were falling apart. Too bad, they were only like 10 years old.
The barbar
I was reading something on the net referring to Santa Barbar. Obviously a typo but it made me remember when I was working in Holland, and there was a bar in office building, open Thursdays and Fridays afternoon (what a great idea!). It was referred to as the barbar, like in barbarian.
I believe it came from the telephone system, where your first and last name were programmed into, so that you always could see who called you, and that the person who programmed the number for the bar, chose to call it "bar bar".
It didn't happen very often that I was called from the "bar bar" since I was usually there when it opened, but once in a while, if an evil boss made me work late on something, without a doubt, they called me. "Where are you?, the barbar is open!".
Oh the memories.
I believe it came from the telephone system, where your first and last name were programmed into, so that you always could see who called you, and that the person who programmed the number for the bar, chose to call it "bar bar".
It didn't happen very often that I was called from the "bar bar" since I was usually there when it opened, but once in a while, if an evil boss made me work late on something, without a doubt, they called me. "Where are you?, the barbar is open!".
Oh the memories.
Bhutan
Tonight we were also talking about travelling. I told my friend about the dream I once had to visit New York, mainly because everybody told me I had to see it once. And I wanted to. Until I was travelling to Cook Islands, having to transit in America and they forced me to give fingerprints and do a retina scan. Even though I didn't even set foot in the US at the time (except for when I had a quick smoke outside the doors when nobody saw). Screw them I say. That invasion of my integrity made me decide never to visit America again.
My friend on the other hand has a dream to visit Bhutan. Bhutan you ask? A smaller country in between China and India, and close to the Himalayas. Why, I asked? She wants to walk in mountains.
I rest my case. She lives in Switzerland, is Swiss and have more mountains in the neighbourhood than anybody can ask for. I haven't looked it up, but my guess is that Switzerland has more mountains per capita than any other country in the world.
But we agreed in the end that all dreams do not have to come to fruition. Sometimes a dream can stay a dream, and we'll be just as happy.
I still think she's gonna go hiking in Bhutan. I on the other hand will never visit New York. But I'm sure we'll both be satisfied with our respective decisions. And what more can you ask in life?
My friend on the other hand has a dream to visit Bhutan. Bhutan you ask? A smaller country in between China and India, and close to the Himalayas. Why, I asked? She wants to walk in mountains.
I rest my case. She lives in Switzerland, is Swiss and have more mountains in the neighbourhood than anybody can ask for. I haven't looked it up, but my guess is that Switzerland has more mountains per capita than any other country in the world.
But we agreed in the end that all dreams do not have to come to fruition. Sometimes a dream can stay a dream, and we'll be just as happy.
I still think she's gonna go hiking in Bhutan. I on the other hand will never visit New York. But I'm sure we'll both be satisfied with our respective decisions. And what more can you ask in life?
Thursday, November 21, 2013
Veggie evening
It is always a pleasure when I manage to produce food that even a vegetarian likes.
We also talked about the pros and cons of electronic calendars. Here we are kindred spirits. She tried one for one year many years ago. I bought a gizmo some 15 years ago which 1. managed to delete all my engagements once the battery was empty and then had to be synced again with the computer and 2. cost a fortune (ok, I didn't pay it, my company did, but still).
Now we are both back to paper calendars, and I gotta admit, I'm a bit jealous. Hers is purple!
We also talked about the pros and cons of electronic calendars. Here we are kindred spirits. She tried one for one year many years ago. I bought a gizmo some 15 years ago which 1. managed to delete all my engagements once the battery was empty and then had to be synced again with the computer and 2. cost a fortune (ok, I didn't pay it, my company did, but still).
Now we are both back to paper calendars, and I gotta admit, I'm a bit jealous. Hers is purple!
Catastrophes
All over the world there are catastrophes happening on a regular basis. Nature causes disasters, and there is nothing we can do to prevent it. Well, at least very little.
Every time one of these disasters happen we are asked to donate money. At the same time we're reading about that the help is not reaching the destination. So what to do?
I used to be a member of the Red Cross, until I read about the bonuses the top guys got. I used to give money to Greenpeace, until I heard they were using violence to achieve their goals. I donated a 100 francs to Doctors without borders some years ago in support of the disaster in Haiti, and my company back then doubled the money.
But since then, I have received monthly begging letters from Doctors without borders using the money I donated to postage for letters to me again. Which means the money I sent are used for administration and not giving me the feeling that I actually helped.
I am very sorry for the Philippines right now, and I have empathy, but not having any personal connections to there, I don't think there is anyway I can help even if I want to.
And I refuse to give money to organizations that use it for the top guys, and not for the people it was intended to.
Give or not give, that's the question.
Every time one of these disasters happen we are asked to donate money. At the same time we're reading about that the help is not reaching the destination. So what to do?
I used to be a member of the Red Cross, until I read about the bonuses the top guys got. I used to give money to Greenpeace, until I heard they were using violence to achieve their goals. I donated a 100 francs to Doctors without borders some years ago in support of the disaster in Haiti, and my company back then doubled the money.
But since then, I have received monthly begging letters from Doctors without borders using the money I donated to postage for letters to me again. Which means the money I sent are used for administration and not giving me the feeling that I actually helped.
I am very sorry for the Philippines right now, and I have empathy, but not having any personal connections to there, I don't think there is anyway I can help even if I want to.
And I refuse to give money to organizations that use it for the top guys, and not for the people it was intended to.
Give or not give, that's the question.
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
Pink envelope
Was watching a program on telly which triggered my memory to remember when I had a boyfriend back in the days, and he was doing his military duty.
I sent him a letter in a pink envelope, which I had sprayed with perfume and he told me later that his captain, lieutenant or general or whatever the bosses are called in the military, had sniffed it in front of the whole platooon before giving it to him.
Very embarrassing for him, and right up my alley.
It wasn't the sense of humour that killed our relationship, in case you wondered.
I sent him a letter in a pink envelope, which I had sprayed with perfume and he told me later that his captain, lieutenant or general or whatever the bosses are called in the military, had sniffed it in front of the whole platooon before giving it to him.
Very embarrassing for him, and right up my alley.
It wasn't the sense of humour that killed our relationship, in case you wondered.
Ethics vs cost
I think we can all agree on that observing ethics in life always is attached to a certain amount of cost. The question I think is just how much we are willing to pay for it.
As an example I think about the graffiti made on our house. So unnecessary and no hope that the police will find the offender.
We have gotten a few offers from companies willing to remove it. A serious one for about 2,000 francs, which means 500 for each and every apartment in the house, and several less serious ones for down to 300 for the same job.
I estimate the area to be re-painted to about 30 m2, since if you just remove the graffiti it'll still show. The paint will be affected, so re-painting is the only option if you ask me.
There will need to be a crane, since a ladder wouldn't go high enough. The graffiti goes almost all the way to the top of the house.
Now, the company offering a solution for 300 I don't think is serious. And if they are allowed to do it, how much damage can they cause and how long will the "removal" last for? Do they pay taxes? What material do they use? If somebody falls down while doing the job, are they gonna sue us since they don't have insurance? Is it a registered company even?
Nah, in order to remove the graffiti a serious company would've to be used in my opinion, but also in my opinion the cost is too high, since there is no guarantee it won't happen again. Maybe with time we'd all get used to having a grey heart greeting us coming home?
But I still think the vandals should be rolled in tar and feathers!
As an example I think about the graffiti made on our house. So unnecessary and no hope that the police will find the offender.
We have gotten a few offers from companies willing to remove it. A serious one for about 2,000 francs, which means 500 for each and every apartment in the house, and several less serious ones for down to 300 for the same job.
I estimate the area to be re-painted to about 30 m2, since if you just remove the graffiti it'll still show. The paint will be affected, so re-painting is the only option if you ask me.
There will need to be a crane, since a ladder wouldn't go high enough. The graffiti goes almost all the way to the top of the house.
Now, the company offering a solution for 300 I don't think is serious. And if they are allowed to do it, how much damage can they cause and how long will the "removal" last for? Do they pay taxes? What material do they use? If somebody falls down while doing the job, are they gonna sue us since they don't have insurance? Is it a registered company even?
Nah, in order to remove the graffiti a serious company would've to be used in my opinion, but also in my opinion the cost is too high, since there is no guarantee it won't happen again. Maybe with time we'd all get used to having a grey heart greeting us coming home?
But I still think the vandals should be rolled in tar and feathers!
Monday, November 18, 2013
Men and technology
I have an old friend. Yes he's both older than me and I have known him for, oh think think think, about 25 years.
Actually, we've only been friends for 24 years since he was my boss the first year, and we didn't exactly see eye to eye. At least I didn't.
Nowadays we skype twice a week, but today he sms'd me. He's in the countryside somewhere, with no connection. Until his son told him that Skype could be run from the mobile. Hard to believe he's been in the IT industry most of his life.
So told him I'd look into my busy agenda to see if I could find a spot.
Actually, we've only been friends for 24 years since he was my boss the first year, and we didn't exactly see eye to eye. At least I didn't.
Nowadays we skype twice a week, but today he sms'd me. He's in the countryside somewhere, with no connection. Until his son told him that Skype could be run from the mobile. Hard to believe he's been in the IT industry most of his life.
So told him I'd look into my busy agenda to see if I could find a spot.
Sunday, November 17, 2013
Sunday dinner
On the menu today? Take a wild guess.
Had some shy people over, who didn't want to appear on pics.
Had some shy people over, who didn't want to appear on pics.
Saturday, November 16, 2013
Still got it in me
The last few years I've been much more homely than ever in my life. I guess it's getting older combined with the fact that I now have a home that I adore and enjoy being in. Plus my furry ones who need attention, or maybe I'm just using them as an excuse :).
But last night I went out with a friend. And didn't come home until after three in the morning! Still got it! Had a blast in my fav place with my fav singer, who did an unexpected appearance. And it didn't hurt when a cute police guy (unfortunately no uniform) sat his ass down next to mine. If he wouldn't have been married I'd taken him home.
On the other hand when I acted that somewhat irresponsibly last time the guy didn't leave until two years later, so perhaps just as well.
But last night I went out with a friend. And didn't come home until after three in the morning! Still got it! Had a blast in my fav place with my fav singer, who did an unexpected appearance. And it didn't hurt when a cute police guy (unfortunately no uniform) sat his ass down next to mine. If he wouldn't have been married I'd taken him home.
On the other hand when I acted that somewhat irresponsibly last time the guy didn't leave until two years later, so perhaps just as well.
Thursday, November 14, 2013
My coffee machine
Some ten years ago through a contact I bought a used coffee machine for 150 francs. Back then it would've cost about a thousand in a shop. It was used and repaired.
When I moved into my flat four years ago I had a plan to buy a new one. A black and shiny coffee maker that would match the style of my apartment.
But cheap as I am, I figured as long as the old one works, why get rid of it?
And I tell you, it is still going strong. The espresso function has stopped working, but the normal coffee is still being brewed with real coffee beans tasting fantastic.
And standing in the corner of the kitchen you can hardly see that it's dark brown and not shiny black!
When I moved into my flat four years ago I had a plan to buy a new one. A black and shiny coffee maker that would match the style of my apartment.
But cheap as I am, I figured as long as the old one works, why get rid of it?
And I tell you, it is still going strong. The espresso function has stopped working, but the normal coffee is still being brewed with real coffee beans tasting fantastic.
And standing in the corner of the kitchen you can hardly see that it's dark brown and not shiny black!
Skirt or pants
I'm invited to a big birthday party in a couple of months, and in order to be prepared I asked if there is a dress code. No, I was told, "but it would be nice if you could wear a blouse and a skirt". And no, the guy doesn't work for UBS.
Pressing on, I was informed that pants would work too. Phew!
Only got one skirt I still get into, so either it's shopping time or finding a suitable pair of pants for a big party. I know, it's not a problem like in solving starving-people-in-the-third-world, but still. For me it'll require a brain-storming session.
Pressing on, I was informed that pants would work too. Phew!
Only got one skirt I still get into, so either it's shopping time or finding a suitable pair of pants for a big party. I know, it's not a problem like in solving starving-people-in-the-third-world, but still. For me it'll require a brain-storming session.
You're only as old as the man you feel
Haha, was having a conversation tonight with a friend regarding saving up in general and for pension in particular. Yes, I know, it doesn't sound very interesting or funny but it was when he said "yes, and when I retire in 35 years or so". Excuse me? In 35 years?
I might not be following German politics that well, so I didn't know that retirement age was 75 in Germany. Well done Angela Merkel!
I might not be following German politics that well, so I didn't know that retirement age was 75 in Germany. Well done Angela Merkel!
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
Bomb shelter
I was watching a tv show about crimes, and the issue of bomb shelters came up. It reminded me that we actually have one in our house. A house with four apartments in Switzerland, probably one of the least war-inflicted countries on earth. If you ask me it's because all major criminals in the world have a bank account here.
Nevertheless, we have a bomb shelter in case the big enemy decides to strike an attack on Zürich. One of the tenants in the house (not me) has a basement utility room, with a door that can resist a bomb (or so I'm thinking, it's pretty thick). That basement room also has folding beds and a toilet. Mind you, it also has a window, so not sure how much the thick door will help.
So if the big war will hit, there shall be at least seven adults and two children sharing a room of 12 m2. I think if there wasn't a war before there will be one pretty quickly!
Nevertheless, we have a bomb shelter in case the big enemy decides to strike an attack on Zürich. One of the tenants in the house (not me) has a basement utility room, with a door that can resist a bomb (or so I'm thinking, it's pretty thick). That basement room also has folding beds and a toilet. Mind you, it also has a window, so not sure how much the thick door will help.
So if the big war will hit, there shall be at least seven adults and two children sharing a room of 12 m2. I think if there wasn't a war before there will be one pretty quickly!
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
Quick update
Oh dear, time flies and no blogging.
Had a few friends over last weekend. One including a dancing dog.
And another evening with girltalk and raclette.
Now I'm mostly frustrated and irritated over a wireless camera I bought, that won't be installed properly!
Had a few friends over last weekend. One including a dancing dog.
Now I'm mostly frustrated and irritated over a wireless camera I bought, that won't be installed properly!
Thursday, November 07, 2013
Masterchef
I have now watched several seasons of Masterchef, US, UK and Australia/NZ, and I'm happy to announce that my prejudices are true.
In the US version it's all drama, things repeated to hammer it in, beautifully presented food and flamboyant judges. Judges who are no strangers to shouting: "It's the worst I've ever seen!" or "What were you thinking mixing this and that"? And after being assholes to a contestant, voting him or her out, hugs the person saying "your heart is in the right place, keep on cooking".
The Australian/NZ version is in the middle. I like the food critic, 'cause he's imposing and scary, though a kitten inside. And it's still interesting. They give a background to the contestants, the food looks delish and the show is good enough to watch.
The UK version though is different. First of all, the people are uninteresting, the food looks like something I'd cook (not that I'm a bad cook, I just don't know much about presentation, much like the contestants), and the judges are boring. Exactly what I think English food is all about. And when somebody is eliminated they just leave. No parting words, no drama, no tears, no nothing. You gotta step it up Brits!
It's reassuring to know that clichés are clichés for a reason.
In the US version it's all drama, things repeated to hammer it in, beautifully presented food and flamboyant judges. Judges who are no strangers to shouting: "It's the worst I've ever seen!" or "What were you thinking mixing this and that"? And after being assholes to a contestant, voting him or her out, hugs the person saying "your heart is in the right place, keep on cooking".
The Australian/NZ version is in the middle. I like the food critic, 'cause he's imposing and scary, though a kitten inside. And it's still interesting. They give a background to the contestants, the food looks delish and the show is good enough to watch.
The UK version though is different. First of all, the people are uninteresting, the food looks like something I'd cook (not that I'm a bad cook, I just don't know much about presentation, much like the contestants), and the judges are boring. Exactly what I think English food is all about. And when somebody is eliminated they just leave. No parting words, no drama, no tears, no nothing. You gotta step it up Brits!
It's reassuring to know that clichés are clichés for a reason.
Guru strucks again
Hurray, I'm back in business! Both Excel and Word are working again, thanks to remote assistance from guru. Turned out to be a minor problem, once "we" figured out what it was, easily fixed.
And I got some tips re surveillance for a very reasonable price. Worth checking out.
If I ever have a break-in attempt again, it would be priceless to have photos to send to the police.
And I got some tips re surveillance for a very reasonable price. Worth checking out.
If I ever have a break-in attempt again, it would be priceless to have photos to send to the police.
Tuesday, November 05, 2013
Bye-bye Excel
The difficulty with getting access to Excel and Word goes on. One person picked up on my scream for help and gave me a usb-stick with a licensed product (something I already paid for but cannot use), but when trying to install it I realized that:
1. It was ze German version. Which I could live with, after all it was how I learned the difference between wann and wenn when doing some consultancy work with a German pc provided to me. Wann means when and wenn means if. If anybody can explain the logic to me, please do. Why I learned it? I was trying to do an if-sentence in Excel and couldn't understand why the program didn't accept it. Wenn.
and 2. The file was zipped and Winzip is no longer a free product. Anybody who thinks I'm gonna pay for Winzip raise their hands now. I thought so.
So I guess it's down to how long my current computer will last before I can use Excel and Word again, 'cause no way will I buy a new one before this one doesn't work anymore.
1. It was ze German version. Which I could live with, after all it was how I learned the difference between wann and wenn when doing some consultancy work with a German pc provided to me. Wann means when and wenn means if. If anybody can explain the logic to me, please do. Why I learned it? I was trying to do an if-sentence in Excel and couldn't understand why the program didn't accept it. Wenn.
and 2. The file was zipped and Winzip is no longer a free product. Anybody who thinks I'm gonna pay for Winzip raise their hands now. I thought so.
So I guess it's down to how long my current computer will last before I can use Excel and Word again, 'cause no way will I buy a new one before this one doesn't work anymore.
Fast delivery
When I'm running out of my house wine I keep an eye on the Denner website, and as luck would have it, this week there was a sale on my wine. So placed an order.
It is very convenient. Normally I place the order, and a couple of days later I get a phone call telling me about the delivery time. Yes I agree, "between 8-12" or "between 12-17" is not satisfactory, but at least I'd know.
So yesterday morning (ok morning or noon-ish) I placed an order, and early today I got rudely awakened by the door bell. Wine delivery.
A grumpy guy coming to deliver, and me equally grumpy since he woke me up. No phone call to warn me, and the "2-3 days delivery time" announced on the website has obviously changed.
But ok, I shouldn't complain. Now my basement is full of nectar :).
It is very convenient. Normally I place the order, and a couple of days later I get a phone call telling me about the delivery time. Yes I agree, "between 8-12" or "between 12-17" is not satisfactory, but at least I'd know.
So yesterday morning (ok morning or noon-ish) I placed an order, and early today I got rudely awakened by the door bell. Wine delivery.
A grumpy guy coming to deliver, and me equally grumpy since he woke me up. No phone call to warn me, and the "2-3 days delivery time" announced on the website has obviously changed.
But ok, I shouldn't complain. Now my basement is full of nectar :).
Sunday, November 03, 2013
Langlaufen
I know, using the translation tools available this has something to do with skis, but I mean long walking, like in hiking. That I did today with my friend including a dog. Anything over an hour is "langlaufen" for me. All this fresh air, and moving at the same time. I mean, overdoing it could kill you.
And here in Switzerland, it doesn't matter where you walk, it's either uphill or downhill. Sometimes I really miss Holland. But up there, halfway in the sky, is a beautiful view. Zürich, my city I was thinking.
Also, there were some beasts on the way. This "doggie" was a mix between a bear and a lion, and fortunately behind bars.
After a conversation that went from anything to everything we went into the subject of Ballenberg. "Do you know what I remember most from that day?" he asked. "No", I said, thinking it was probably my delicious picnic basket, or maybe the straw roofs of the Berner houses, or even all the animals we were seeing, or perhaps just spending time with me and my wits?
"The weather", he said. "The way the weather went from mist and cold into sunshine and 25°C just before we arrived". The weather! Hmm. I guess I have to up my personality, and become more interesting.
So I countered with my best memory of the day. The pig that was having the longest pee in history in a pool of water, and then lustily bathed in the same pool.
Yeah ok, I have to work on it, I agree.
And here in Switzerland, it doesn't matter where you walk, it's either uphill or downhill. Sometimes I really miss Holland. But up there, halfway in the sky, is a beautiful view. Zürich, my city I was thinking.
Also, there were some beasts on the way. This "doggie" was a mix between a bear and a lion, and fortunately behind bars.
After a conversation that went from anything to everything we went into the subject of Ballenberg. "Do you know what I remember most from that day?" he asked. "No", I said, thinking it was probably my delicious picnic basket, or maybe the straw roofs of the Berner houses, or even all the animals we were seeing, or perhaps just spending time with me and my wits?
"The weather", he said. "The way the weather went from mist and cold into sunshine and 25°C just before we arrived". The weather! Hmm. I guess I have to up my personality, and become more interesting.
So I countered with my best memory of the day. The pig that was having the longest pee in history in a pool of water, and then lustily bathed in the same pool.
Yeah ok, I have to work on it, I agree.
Saturday, November 02, 2013
Food and wine
It's amazing, am watching this American show, featuring junior masterchefs, all being between 8 and 13 years old, and I tell you honestly, if I could cook as good as they, I'd be lucky. Wow!
And very funny when a 9-year-old is saying "not a problem, I may be only 9, but I have cooked for 6 years". A 9-year-old? What is the world coming to when children have to grow up so quickly?
Anyway, was invited to go on the wine boats today at lunchtime, the ones that are parked in the middle of Zürich, and offering wine-tasting for a couple of weeks. And guess what? I said no.
Partly because I have a cold, but mostly because I don't enjoy wine so early in the day. Strange, ain't it?
And very funny when a 9-year-old is saying "not a problem, I may be only 9, but I have cooked for 6 years". A 9-year-old? What is the world coming to when children have to grow up so quickly?
Anyway, was invited to go on the wine boats today at lunchtime, the ones that are parked in the middle of Zürich, and offering wine-tasting for a couple of weeks. And guess what? I said no.
Partly because I have a cold, but mostly because I don't enjoy wine so early in the day. Strange, ain't it?
Friday, November 01, 2013
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Shock
Oh my, my adrenalin is still running hot in my veins. After leaving the cats alone the whole day, I came home and let them out on the balcony as I usually do. And normally they would enjoy the fresh air, come in and check on me once in a while and tell me if they're hungry or just want attention.
Now and then I check on them, just making sure I know what they're at. But tonight I could only find one of them, trekking to and fro on the balcony acting weirdly. I looked down, and saw the other one (Zetti, the least adventourous one!) on the terrace below, just lying there. Oh the worry!
So I ran down the stairs (clad in nightgear), frantically ringing the neighbours door at half past eleven, hearing a rustle inside, and a voice asking who it was. Finally they let me in, and I could catch her. Luckily, since she's the elusive type.
I feel really bad for waking the neighbours up, but even better that my Zetti is back. And not hurt. She seems to be her old self, thinking what all the fuss is about.
Now comes the difficult part. I will keep them indoors for a couple of days, which will be difficult in itself, since already the other one is loudly demanding me to open the balcony door, but eventually I will have to let them out again. If they continue to jump down, I will have to consider letting them out on a permanent basis. Oh the worry!
Now and then I check on them, just making sure I know what they're at. But tonight I could only find one of them, trekking to and fro on the balcony acting weirdly. I looked down, and saw the other one (Zetti, the least adventourous one!) on the terrace below, just lying there. Oh the worry!
So I ran down the stairs (clad in nightgear), frantically ringing the neighbours door at half past eleven, hearing a rustle inside, and a voice asking who it was. Finally they let me in, and I could catch her. Luckily, since she's the elusive type.
I feel really bad for waking the neighbours up, but even better that my Zetti is back. And not hurt. She seems to be her old self, thinking what all the fuss is about.
Now comes the difficult part. I will keep them indoors for a couple of days, which will be difficult in itself, since already the other one is loudly demanding me to open the balcony door, but eventually I will have to let them out again. If they continue to jump down, I will have to consider letting them out on a permanent basis. Oh the worry!
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
Me and wine and friends
Went hiking today. Far away from Zürich. Well, almost half an hour with the train anyway (milk train, the fast direct train is maybe 15 mins). Was visiting a friend, bringing if not gold, frankincense and myrrh, so at least wine. My house wine. A woman having a small kid cannot be trusted to have wine at home. She did. I guess she knows me.
And to my surprise she had made a tasty lunch, what with being a vegetarian and all. A spinach-ricotta-feta-cheese-pie with salad and even a dessert with apricots and cream.
Then we went for a walk, and she was kind enough to ask "you don't mind walking up a hill do you?". Hmm, polite as I am (yeah, I know) I actually didn't mind even though she was walking far faster than I, while pushing the kid. But there you go, there is something to be said for youth I guess. And before you comment, yes smoking.
But it was nice, a great view and while the kid was in the playground I connected with some donkeys. Donkeys are interesting animals, they can get almost as old as a human.
We visited a park that was donated by the founder of Migros, a big food chain here in Switzerland, back in the 40-50's not sure. He stated that the park should be accessible for all people in Rüschlikon (village outside Zürich). Nice of him.
They even had a house with a roof from Bern, which I learned when visiting Ballenberg.
But back to the wine. So once I got rid of the bottle, coming back to Zürich, I went to see a friend in my fav place. Who had bought me another bottle as a late present for my b-day. Nice!
I ended the day by having dinner with a friend in Zürich, who also had bought me something...drum roll...and here you were all wrong. He got me flowers :), purple of course. But he did feed me including a glass of wine.
And when I got back after almost 10 hours the cats were very happy to see me. I should do this more often!
And to my surprise she had made a tasty lunch, what with being a vegetarian and all. A spinach-ricotta-feta-cheese-pie with salad and even a dessert with apricots and cream.
Then we went for a walk, and she was kind enough to ask "you don't mind walking up a hill do you?". Hmm, polite as I am (yeah, I know) I actually didn't mind even though she was walking far faster than I, while pushing the kid. But there you go, there is something to be said for youth I guess. And before you comment, yes smoking.
But it was nice, a great view and while the kid was in the playground I connected with some donkeys. Donkeys are interesting animals, they can get almost as old as a human.
We visited a park that was donated by the founder of Migros, a big food chain here in Switzerland, back in the 40-50's not sure. He stated that the park should be accessible for all people in Rüschlikon (village outside Zürich). Nice of him.
But back to the wine. So once I got rid of the bottle, coming back to Zürich, I went to see a friend in my fav place. Who had bought me another bottle as a late present for my b-day. Nice!
And when I got back after almost 10 hours the cats were very happy to see me. I should do this more often!
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