Sunday, August 17, 2014
Weberpark I
Today I was exploring some art outside Zürich with friends. I understand this was a guy who for 50 years created and built a park with fairytale animals, and who didn't like to be disturbed when he worked. So now, after his death, the kids have decided to share this treasure with the public.
It was quite amazing. Wherever you looked there was an animal staring at you. Everything was art. Even the chairs and tables. I really enjoyed it.
It was quite amazing. Wherever you looked there was an animal staring at you. Everything was art. Even the chairs and tables. I really enjoyed it.Thursday, August 14, 2014
Coordination and skill
You know, I'm still on a bit of a high since my riding experience today, and I cannot help about thinking how coordinated one must be.
I know, when you see horse-riding on television it all looks so easy, but trust me, it isn't.
First you have to focus on sitting right. Straight up and heels down. Hands in contact with the mouth of the horse. When trotting, you can either sit down leaning back a bit (depends a lot on the horse if your inner organs are getting reorganized or not) or doing the up-down bum movement, which I thought was an easy thing to do, but according to the teacher had to be up when the outer leg of the horse was going forward, and not vice versa.
How you sit and how you press your legs and feet against the side of the horse is crucial for how the horse is moving. If you think you steer a horse with the reins only, you are sorely mistaken.
An easy thing like going in a ring steering the horse, takes coordination and skill. And horses are flock animals. There were two others today sharing the area, and mine wanted to join the others so I really had to work hard to make him do what I wanted.
But I did enjoy galloping. However, today I could only do it slowly. I look forward to the time when I can really get going fast over a field or a beach or something. And the best thing of all is jumping.
Dreaming a bit I guess, think it might take a few more lessons before I'm there again.
I know, when you see horse-riding on television it all looks so easy, but trust me, it isn't.
First you have to focus on sitting right. Straight up and heels down. Hands in contact with the mouth of the horse. When trotting, you can either sit down leaning back a bit (depends a lot on the horse if your inner organs are getting reorganized or not) or doing the up-down bum movement, which I thought was an easy thing to do, but according to the teacher had to be up when the outer leg of the horse was going forward, and not vice versa.
How you sit and how you press your legs and feet against the side of the horse is crucial for how the horse is moving. If you think you steer a horse with the reins only, you are sorely mistaken.
An easy thing like going in a ring steering the horse, takes coordination and skill. And horses are flock animals. There were two others today sharing the area, and mine wanted to join the others so I really had to work hard to make him do what I wanted.
But I did enjoy galloping. However, today I could only do it slowly. I look forward to the time when I can really get going fast over a field or a beach or something. And the best thing of all is jumping.
Dreaming a bit I guess, think it might take a few more lessons before I'm there again.
Gigant(ic)
Wow, that was a lot of fun today, but even more strenuous than I remember. Of course, not having done anything like it in the last 35 years might have something to do with that.
At first I was a bit taken, since I was somehow expecting a slightly smaller horse. I had to give them my body data with height and weight, so I was kinda expecting not such a giant, who happened to have the very fitting name "Gigant". But it was something to do with another horse having back problems, so Gigant it was.
He was very gentle I must admit, and stood still when I got up (had to use a small ladder, but when I saw a professional do the same I didn't feel so bad). It was a strange feeling being on a horse again.
But I did remember quite a few things, and even though my body had to work really hard (completely soaked after half an hour, was probably stinking in the bus on the way home!), I enjoyed it. Especially the galloping!
Mind you, I'm having blue marks on my inner legs from the leather straps, and I have a feeling my bum will be a bit sore tomorrow.
But I think this is something I definitely will do again.
At first I was a bit taken, since I was somehow expecting a slightly smaller horse. I had to give them my body data with height and weight, so I was kinda expecting not such a giant, who happened to have the very fitting name "Gigant". But it was something to do with another horse having back problems, so Gigant it was.
He was very gentle I must admit, and stood still when I got up (had to use a small ladder, but when I saw a professional do the same I didn't feel so bad). It was a strange feeling being on a horse again.
But I did remember quite a few things, and even though my body had to work really hard (completely soaked after half an hour, was probably stinking in the bus on the way home!), I enjoyed it. Especially the galloping!
Mind you, I'm having blue marks on my inner legs from the leather straps, and I have a feeling my bum will be a bit sore tomorrow.
But I think this is something I definitely will do again.
Cat trick
The other night I was tired and wanted to go to bed. Every night I make sure the cats are in, close the balcony door and that's it. But this night I couldn't find the little one. I looked everywhere. Under the beds, behind the washing machine (yes, I know, she's not allowed there), behind the curtains, everywhere I know they usually hide, couldn't find her anywhere.
So I decided to not be the curling mama, and let her be outside for the night. After all, last time she survived all right.
But I couldn't let it go, so just before going to bed I decided to open the balcony door in my bedroom and in a gentle voice say "Zina, come home, everything is forgotten". Then I realized two shadows behind me. Hey, two shadows?
Yes, there they were. Both of them.
Little buggers. They like to play with me.
So I decided to not be the curling mama, and let her be outside for the night. After all, last time she survived all right.
But I couldn't let it go, so just before going to bed I decided to open the balcony door in my bedroom and in a gentle voice say "Zina, come home, everything is forgotten". Then I realized two shadows behind me. Hey, two shadows?
Yes, there they were. Both of them.
Little buggers. They like to play with me.
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
Fish have bones!
I had dinner tonight with a friend, and I cooked fish. Whole ones. Ok, not whole-whole, since the guy at the fish counter took out the mushy bits in the middle, but still. And he (my friend) was mesmerized. That surprised me, since he's not exactly a youngster, but I guess not everybody grew up with a father who's favourite pastime was to fish. Especially not in Switzerland.
He was deboning the fish, looking at the skeleton, telling me how remarkable it was with the spine and that's why the fish was moving so elegantly.
Yeah, yeah. But even I was enjoying it, stuffed as it was with tomatoes (from my plant on the balcony), basil (again from the balcony), butter, lime, dill and caviar. Served with boiled potatoes, peas and a mix with shrimps and other goodies.
He was deboning the fish, looking at the skeleton, telling me how remarkable it was with the spine and that's why the fish was moving so elegantly.
Yeah, yeah. But even I was enjoying it, stuffed as it was with tomatoes (from my plant on the balcony), basil (again from the balcony), butter, lime, dill and caviar. Served with boiled potatoes, peas and a mix with shrimps and other goodies.
Neigh!
I am so super excited. Tomorrow I have my first riding lesson in more years than I care to remember. Found a pic of me when I was about eleven or so. And no, we didn't have cams like today back then.
That Ikea thing
Went to this Ikea event yesterday, and to my surprise it wasn't as boring as I expected. It was a speech about 40 mins, but broken up by showing a badly designed bedroom, then curtains closed, a bit of more talking, and then voila, curtains opened again and the same bedroom but with less bad interior. I felt really good that my current bedroom is way nicer.
Funnily enough, the most exciting item was the carpet they had at the entrance. Black and white squares, would have fit perfectly in my flat! If I could only get the cats to shed their white hair on the white squares and vice versa. Yeah, fat chance of that happening!
The "fika" was excellent though. Fresh strawberries, raspberries and blueberries, an orange mousse and a chocolate cake to die for.
And there was a gift bag! Mind you, as expected it was a bit of a disappointment. An (ugly) green and bad quality towel (which was given away today to a friend who liked it...), a plastic kinda bag that had an equal plastic top that I'm thinking can go to insulate my plants in the winter, and two hooks that through vacuum can stick to a bathroom wall. The last one I actually appreciate, now it has a purple (what else?) container hanging there housing my razors.
But! And there's a big but. I came home without a catalogue from an Ikea catalogue event. How come there was not a catalogue in the bag?
Funnily enough, the most exciting item was the carpet they had at the entrance. Black and white squares, would have fit perfectly in my flat! If I could only get the cats to shed their white hair on the white squares and vice versa. Yeah, fat chance of that happening!
The "fika" was excellent though. Fresh strawberries, raspberries and blueberries, an orange mousse and a chocolate cake to die for.
And there was a gift bag! Mind you, as expected it was a bit of a disappointment. An (ugly) green and bad quality towel (which was given away today to a friend who liked it...), a plastic kinda bag that had an equal plastic top that I'm thinking can go to insulate my plants in the winter, and two hooks that through vacuum can stick to a bathroom wall. The last one I actually appreciate, now it has a purple (what else?) container hanging there housing my razors.
But! And there's a big but. I came home without a catalogue from an Ikea catalogue event. How come there was not a catalogue in the bag?
Satisfying sex life
Interesting! Especially if you can be arsed to read through until you come to Switzerland.
Monday, August 11, 2014
Saving school V - don't eat out
I like food and drinks. A lot. And maybe it's because I had lots of opportunities in my working life to eat and drink on somebody else's credit card, that I now much more enjoy eating at home.
But seriously, I used to know somebody who had a Starbucks coffee every day. Six francs a day times every working day becomes over a thousand francs a year. Buying food in a canteen or getting a prepared salad or similar from a food shop, adds up. Plus, it's less healthy than bringing your own.
I know, I feel a bit like I'm pointing a finger now, since I didn't used to do that myself, but hey, this is saving school.
And, as I found out, it's not that difficult to cook yourself, and prepare lunch boxes. And, if you ask me, it tastes a hell of a lot better.
Mind you, I don't think that people should never enjoy a dinner in a restaurant, but personally I would much rather save on daily eating business and go for a fab dinner once in a while when I felt I needed a treat, rather than the usual take-out when I'm too tired to care.
Reminds me of the time I was living in Holland, and a colleague and I had an agreement. Every time he got a bonus he invited me to an at least one star Guide Michelin dinner, and when I got a bonus I did the same for him.
So good times and good memories, but those times should be precious. And hopefully I will with time become a good cook, and be able to provide some gorgeous food to my friends. At home :).
But seriously, I used to know somebody who had a Starbucks coffee every day. Six francs a day times every working day becomes over a thousand francs a year. Buying food in a canteen or getting a prepared salad or similar from a food shop, adds up. Plus, it's less healthy than bringing your own.
I know, I feel a bit like I'm pointing a finger now, since I didn't used to do that myself, but hey, this is saving school.
And, as I found out, it's not that difficult to cook yourself, and prepare lunch boxes. And, if you ask me, it tastes a hell of a lot better.
Mind you, I don't think that people should never enjoy a dinner in a restaurant, but personally I would much rather save on daily eating business and go for a fab dinner once in a while when I felt I needed a treat, rather than the usual take-out when I'm too tired to care.
Reminds me of the time I was living in Holland, and a colleague and I had an agreement. Every time he got a bonus he invited me to an at least one star Guide Michelin dinner, and when I got a bonus I did the same for him.
So good times and good memories, but those times should be precious. And hopefully I will with time become a good cook, and be able to provide some gorgeous food to my friends. At home :).
Sunday, August 10, 2014
Bodies
It's funny, since I started to live a more healthy life and care more about how I feel and look, I observe other people more closely. Like the other day I saw this woman with arms the size of my thighs, and thought, thank somebody it's not me.
But I also see people younger, more good-looking and skinnier than me, and I realize we all have flaws. Like I didn't before. And I'm honest. I've always been a bit ignorant of both myself and other people, but now (guess I have more time on my hands) I observe, notice and not exactly judge but have an opinion.
Mind you, I'm a grown-up and keep it to myself. Well, I hope to keep my mouth shut. It would be the polite thing to do.
PS. Today a "friend" told me that he thought I lost 12-15 kg's. Fuck him! Well, not literally of course, but how fat was I looking to others before? Not a good feeling. Makes me wanna go even further. Unless of course I'm invited for a second round of Toblerone mousse again...
But I also see people younger, more good-looking and skinnier than me, and I realize we all have flaws. Like I didn't before. And I'm honest. I've always been a bit ignorant of both myself and other people, but now (guess I have more time on my hands) I observe, notice and not exactly judge but have an opinion.
Mind you, I'm a grown-up and keep it to myself. Well, I hope to keep my mouth shut. It would be the polite thing to do.
PS. Today a "friend" told me that he thought I lost 12-15 kg's. Fuck him! Well, not literally of course, but how fat was I looking to others before? Not a good feeling. Makes me wanna go even further. Unless of course I'm invited for a second round of Toblerone mousse again...
Small talk
I'm not a fan of small talk. You know, questions like where are you from, what are you working with, what do you do in your spare time, that type of thing. However, when you mingle and meet people for the first time, what else is there to talk about?
Some people are geniouses in this art, I am not. But I am good in watching people and seeing who seems to be a bit left alone. Mostly nowadays because I step away from a group of people having a smoke, as to not disturb them (all these friggin healthy-living youngsters!), and that gives me plenty of time to observe.
Today I saw a guy seemingly being on his own, so I went up to him, extended my hand and presented myself. We then had a brief chat, "oh, so you're Swiss", bla-bla-bla, yes "I'm voluntering in an old peoples home", then I said following the protocol, "so what do you do?". He promptly replied "I don't want to talk about my work" and showed me his back. Oh? That was surprising. I felt like I offended him. And to be honest, I wasn't really interested, it was just a way of continuing the conversation. Maybe he was unemployed and ashamed about it? Otherwise he could have just said something not meaningful and moved on.
Well, there were some other people easier to talk to. There was one in particular, who I thought was a homeless who moved in on the food table with a purpose, but weren't shown away. After all, this was an open venue with everybody welcome.
And he turned out not to be only not homeless, but very well travelled and fluent in English. Whaddayaknow?
And I guess it's a good thing that people can still surprise me. It means I'm not THAT old and cynical just yet :).
Some people are geniouses in this art, I am not. But I am good in watching people and seeing who seems to be a bit left alone. Mostly nowadays because I step away from a group of people having a smoke, as to not disturb them (all these friggin healthy-living youngsters!), and that gives me plenty of time to observe.
Today I saw a guy seemingly being on his own, so I went up to him, extended my hand and presented myself. We then had a brief chat, "oh, so you're Swiss", bla-bla-bla, yes "I'm voluntering in an old peoples home", then I said following the protocol, "so what do you do?". He promptly replied "I don't want to talk about my work" and showed me his back. Oh? That was surprising. I felt like I offended him. And to be honest, I wasn't really interested, it was just a way of continuing the conversation. Maybe he was unemployed and ashamed about it? Otherwise he could have just said something not meaningful and moved on.
Well, there were some other people easier to talk to. There was one in particular, who I thought was a homeless who moved in on the food table with a purpose, but weren't shown away. After all, this was an open venue with everybody welcome.
And he turned out not to be only not homeless, but very well travelled and fluent in English. Whaddayaknow?
And I guess it's a good thing that people can still surprise me. It means I'm not THAT old and cynical just yet :).
Hovering in Zürich
Today I spent the day at the lake with a group of people I didn't know before. Well, apart from the friends who invited me.
It was very interesting. They had a sign with a website so that people knew where to gather, and lots of them did. All bringing more food than they needed, so in the end there were leftovers enough for a smaller army.
Funny was when two police guys on bikes stopped by, saying that it wasn't allowed to have a sign propped up against the tree. After a brief conversation, the organizer said he'd take it down momentarily. Then the police man responded "you know, it's not illegal, it's just forbidden", smiling and biking away. You gotta love Switzerland. It's not allowed, but it's also not very forbidden. A bit like my life jackets I guess.
After some hours in the hot, hot sun i decided I needed to powder my nose, as well as wash my hands and my face. I don't like to say I was sweating like a pig, but I was. And then I came across these toilets. How clever is not that? A huge metal bowl with a ring you can pull down if need be (luckily my legs are very strong these days so I can hover), and hey! Not a big deal having no washbasin. There is a lake like 10 meters from the bathroom.
It was very interesting. They had a sign with a website so that people knew where to gather, and lots of them did. All bringing more food than they needed, so in the end there were leftovers enough for a smaller army.
Funny was when two police guys on bikes stopped by, saying that it wasn't allowed to have a sign propped up against the tree. After a brief conversation, the organizer said he'd take it down momentarily. Then the police man responded "you know, it's not illegal, it's just forbidden", smiling and biking away. You gotta love Switzerland. It's not allowed, but it's also not very forbidden. A bit like my life jackets I guess.
After some hours in the hot, hot sun i decided I needed to powder my nose, as well as wash my hands and my face. I don't like to say I was sweating like a pig, but I was. And then I came across these toilets. How clever is not that? A huge metal bowl with a ring you can pull down if need be (luckily my legs are very strong these days so I can hover), and hey! Not a big deal having no washbasin. There is a lake like 10 meters from the bathroom.
Busy weekend
Yesterday I was at a barbecue, only with women mind you, so it was nice to see not a man, but several women taking care of the grill. Mind you, I think in most households it's still the women cooking but when it comes to grilling, guess what? Yes, it's usually a man standing there turning the fillets.
But yesterday it was different and guess what? It wasn't only pork or chicken, it was beef, it was lamb, it was ostrich and something else I cannot remember. I chose ostrich, 'cause last time I had it it was undercooked and not very tasty (when I complained they told me, this is how it's supposed to be served), but yesterday, hey! It was absolutely delish. Juicy and lean, a bit like me actually :).
Potatoe gratin, roasted zucchinis, mozzarella/tomato mix and a salad, and to top it all off in the end, I had a double portion of Toblerone mousse. Jeez! Even if I have to do double sessions of exercise the next few days, it was certainly worth it.
But yesterday it was different and guess what? It wasn't only pork or chicken, it was beef, it was lamb, it was ostrich and something else I cannot remember. I chose ostrich, 'cause last time I had it it was undercooked and not very tasty (when I complained they told me, this is how it's supposed to be served), but yesterday, hey! It was absolutely delish. Juicy and lean, a bit like me actually :).
Potatoe gratin, roasted zucchinis, mozzarella/tomato mix and a salad, and to top it all off in the end, I had a double portion of Toblerone mousse. Jeez! Even if I have to do double sessions of exercise the next few days, it was certainly worth it.
Friday, August 08, 2014
Orange just orange
You know what I was thinking? Remember when I had to buy a new cover for my boat, and the selection of colours was very limited. It was blue, "white" and green basically. And if I wanted purple I had to buy like 5,000 meters or something.
The same goes for life jackets. Orange. That's the choice. Unless you wanna splash out and buy black ones that only releases air when it hits water. Or somethine like it. And they cost a fortune.
I'm thinking neon colours. I'm thinking pink, green, yellow, really bright neon colours. Why wouldn't that work as well as the bloody ugly orange?
The same goes for life jackets. Orange. That's the choice. Unless you wanna splash out and buy black ones that only releases air when it hits water. Or somethine like it. And they cost a fortune.
I'm thinking neon colours. I'm thinking pink, green, yellow, really bright neon colours. Why wouldn't that work as well as the bloody ugly orange?
Lake police
So today it was time to get my boat checked on and hopefully approved for another three years.
I was not exactly nervous, but tense and woke up before the alarm at 5.20 this morning. Took a friend with me for moral support. Early in the morning we cruised out on the lake, and it was absolutely beautiful weather, sunny and warm.
Unlike other times the police guy was quite friendly, but I was still tense, 'cause they are very meticulous and when he asked me to show him my lifejackets, I pointed to the floating cushions I have as a substitute. "No", he said, quite agitated, "that changed years ago, now you need lifejackets". What? Was I supposed to know that? Told him that three years ago they didn't have a problem with it.
I then asked how many I needed. I am allowed to have six people in the boat, did I need to buy six? "No", he responded, "if you are two people in the boat you need two jackets, if you are ten people in the boat you need ten jackets, but then you'd have four too many". Lake police sense of humour.
So I was told I had to get straight back to my anchor place, and that I couldn't go on the lake before I had bought those jackets.
I only cheated a bit, went to the shipyard which did the service on the boat a few weeks ago to pick up a fender I lost there, and since they had given away mine, I got a new one. A better one!
Anyway, the lake police also remarked on the cover on my boat, which I fold on the top when I cruise. Not good I was informed, since the front lamp (which I've never used, since I'm always only out in sunshine) needs to be the highest point on the boat. You judge by looking at the pic. It's that little thingie in front on the roof.
I was not exactly nervous, but tense and woke up before the alarm at 5.20 this morning. Took a friend with me for moral support. Early in the morning we cruised out on the lake, and it was absolutely beautiful weather, sunny and warm.
Unlike other times the police guy was quite friendly, but I was still tense, 'cause they are very meticulous and when he asked me to show him my lifejackets, I pointed to the floating cushions I have as a substitute. "No", he said, quite agitated, "that changed years ago, now you need lifejackets". What? Was I supposed to know that? Told him that three years ago they didn't have a problem with it.
I then asked how many I needed. I am allowed to have six people in the boat, did I need to buy six? "No", he responded, "if you are two people in the boat you need two jackets, if you are ten people in the boat you need ten jackets, but then you'd have four too many". Lake police sense of humour.
So I was told I had to get straight back to my anchor place, and that I couldn't go on the lake before I had bought those jackets.
I only cheated a bit, went to the shipyard which did the service on the boat a few weeks ago to pick up a fender I lost there, and since they had given away mine, I got a new one. A better one!
Anyway, the lake police also remarked on the cover on my boat, which I fold on the top when I cruise. Not good I was informed, since the front lamp (which I've never used, since I'm always only out in sunshine) needs to be the highest point on the boat. You judge by looking at the pic. It's that little thingie in front on the roof.
So today I placed an order for four life jackets. Never f... with the lake police is my motto!
Thursday, August 07, 2014
Give and take
Had a friend over tonight and needed some help with various chores in the house. So when he arrived I took him by the hand and led him to the fridge, where I showed him a cake I made in his honour.
He got so flattered so when he left my whole roof was hoovered free from spiders and other insects, plus some other minor issues were dealt with. Like a snail living in his (her?) own house, in the middle of my bedroom window. Urk! Now removed.
Men! Easy :). Love goes through the stomach, isn't that what they say? Mind you, he was also sent home with some leftovers, not only for him but also for the dog. I guess we're both happy in the end. Or rather, all three of us.
He got so flattered so when he left my whole roof was hoovered free from spiders and other insects, plus some other minor issues were dealt with. Like a snail living in his (her?) own house, in the middle of my bedroom window. Urk! Now removed.
Men! Easy :). Love goes through the stomach, isn't that what they say? Mind you, he was also sent home with some leftovers, not only for him but also for the dog. I guess we're both happy in the end. Or rather, all three of us.
Wednesday, August 06, 2014
I'm irritated
For ten days I weighed exactly the same in the morning (exactly the same kilos point one decimal!), which irritated me a bit. Here I try to live really healthy, and eat less, and I don't feel I get rewarded.
This morning (mind you really early) I all of a sudden weighed 600 grams more than yesterday, despite eating less! What's the friggin point?
Mind you, I've been peeing more than normal today so maybe I just had more water in my body, but why is that?
Then I saw in the paper that if you do exercise every day the body quickly adapts and gets used to it, so you have to change the way you exercise. Ah, gimme a friggin break! I did 25 minutes this morning, then walked for like 1.5 hours and if I see the same high number on the scale tomorrow morning I'm gonna...grrr...punish somebody or something.
This morning (mind you really early) I all of a sudden weighed 600 grams more than yesterday, despite eating less! What's the friggin point?
Mind you, I've been peeing more than normal today so maybe I just had more water in my body, but why is that?
Then I saw in the paper that if you do exercise every day the body quickly adapts and gets used to it, so you have to change the way you exercise. Ah, gimme a friggin break! I did 25 minutes this morning, then walked for like 1.5 hours and if I see the same high number on the scale tomorrow morning I'm gonna...grrr...punish somebody or something.
Early bird
I had a really funny morning. I went to sleep last night earlier than usual, around 11pm and woke up at 4pm. Went to the bathroom, and normally I would have no problem going back to sleep immediately. Not today. So at 5.15 I was up and about. Really strange feeling.
After having spent the whole afternoon on the lake with swimming, a picnic, nice talks and some wine, I'm pretty sure I'm gonna sleep really well tonight.
After having spent the whole afternoon on the lake with swimming, a picnic, nice talks and some wine, I'm pretty sure I'm gonna sleep really well tonight.
Monday, August 04, 2014
Saving school IV - don't drive
If there is one advice I could give that would save you more money than anything else, it's don't get a car. A car is costing you more than you think. I still remember that finance class I had way, way back when the teacher made us calculate the cost of getting a new car every three years, versus getting a new car and keeping it until it broke down.
The breaking down car was way cheaper than getting a new one, and since status has never been one of my fortes I have saved a lot through that. Mostly by never having a car at all.
Some people would now raise their hand and say, "hey, you've got a boat", but let me tell you it's nothing like a car. I spend about 40 francs a year on petrol, the insurance is cheaper than a car and I bought the boat with cash, I don't have a mortgage which most people do on a car.
Yes I know, if you live outside a city you may need it. For me the choice was simple. When I was living outside a city I couldn't afford a car, and when I could afford it I lived close to or in the city, I didn't need one.
Plus, that I'm proud to say, it helps the environment. Yes I know, I used to travel a lot, preferrably by aeroplanes, but I've grown up and am now very conscious about being "green". Not to the extent that I'll be voting that way, but still. I like to think I'm helping the future generations. Not that they would care. Well, at least not until they've older and wise like me :).
The breaking down car was way cheaper than getting a new one, and since status has never been one of my fortes I have saved a lot through that. Mostly by never having a car at all.
Some people would now raise their hand and say, "hey, you've got a boat", but let me tell you it's nothing like a car. I spend about 40 francs a year on petrol, the insurance is cheaper than a car and I bought the boat with cash, I don't have a mortgage which most people do on a car.
Yes I know, if you live outside a city you may need it. For me the choice was simple. When I was living outside a city I couldn't afford a car, and when I could afford it I lived close to or in the city, I didn't need one.
Plus, that I'm proud to say, it helps the environment. Yes I know, I used to travel a lot, preferrably by aeroplanes, but I've grown up and am now very conscious about being "green". Not to the extent that I'll be voting that way, but still. I like to think I'm helping the future generations. Not that they would care. Well, at least not until they've older and wise like me :).
I won!
It seems like these days I am happy with the smallest things. A couple of weeks ago I got an email from Ikea asking if I wanted to participate in a lottery getting a ticket to the launch of the new catalogue. It is very seldom I answer these type of emails, but I thought this time, why not?
And today I got a phone call that I've been selected.
Secretly of course I'm hoping for a giftbag, but at least there shall be something to eat and drink for free. However, knowing Ikea and their cost philosophy I'm trying not to get my hopes up.
But the best thing of all, I "won" something!
And today I got a phone call that I've been selected.
Secretly of course I'm hoping for a giftbag, but at least there shall be something to eat and drink for free. However, knowing Ikea and their cost philosophy I'm trying not to get my hopes up.
But the best thing of all, I "won" something!
Saturday, August 02, 2014
No mosquitos
I just saw something on telly which reminded me why I love Switzerland so much. There are practically no mosquitos.
And the reason is that mosquitos absolutely, unconditionally, LOVE me. I remember when I was little and the family had been camping, and walking around the town we were in at the time, a woman stopped my Mum to ask if I had smallpox. Or similar. I was little I cannot quite remember. It may had been the just the pox.
Anyway. Today I learned that we have around 400 smelling thingies around our bodies, and sweat is one of them (hey, I don't sweat more than other people). I always thought it was my sweet blood, long before I knew about my rare blood group. I also learned that alcohol attracts the little buggers, which I could now understand, but I didn't drink when I was a kid.
Guess it doesn't help to be a professor in moquito'ing (when asked why she chose the profession, she answered "what's not to love, they kill more people than any other animal"). Hmm. They still don't have a clue. But I know for a fact that these little blood-sucking insects love me. It's not mutual.
And the reason is that mosquitos absolutely, unconditionally, LOVE me. I remember when I was little and the family had been camping, and walking around the town we were in at the time, a woman stopped my Mum to ask if I had smallpox. Or similar. I was little I cannot quite remember. It may had been the just the pox.
Anyway. Today I learned that we have around 400 smelling thingies around our bodies, and sweat is one of them (hey, I don't sweat more than other people). I always thought it was my sweet blood, long before I knew about my rare blood group. I also learned that alcohol attracts the little buggers, which I could now understand, but I didn't drink when I was a kid.
Guess it doesn't help to be a professor in moquito'ing (when asked why she chose the profession, she answered "what's not to love, they kill more people than any other animal"). Hmm. They still don't have a clue. But I know for a fact that these little blood-sucking insects love me. It's not mutual.
Horseback riding
I am super excited! When I was in my teens I loved horses. Still do, but haven't been on one in decades. But I decided it was time again, and to my delight I found a riding school in Zürich.
So I emailed them, and got a reply (first impression counts) so now I'm gonna make an appointment and see how it works after so many years.
I've only booked half a hour dressage at first, since you need to crawl before you're walking, but my real love has always been jumping.
I am nervous and excited at the same time. And I expect I'll experience that I have muscles I forgotten existed. Half an hour on a horse sounds easy enough, but forget it, it's hard work and I remember how much I sweated back then.
Yay! This is gonna be awesome!
So I emailed them, and got a reply (first impression counts) so now I'm gonna make an appointment and see how it works after so many years.
I've only booked half a hour dressage at first, since you need to crawl before you're walking, but my real love has always been jumping.
I am nervous and excited at the same time. And I expect I'll experience that I have muscles I forgotten existed. Half an hour on a horse sounds easy enough, but forget it, it's hard work and I remember how much I sweated back then.
Yay! This is gonna be awesome!
Street parade
After work I took a leisurely stroll into town to watch the madness and all the people. Omg, these days far too many people for me but I did manage to get down to check on my beloved boat and noticed that most of my fellow boat owners were out there. Watching a show or another.
I dunno, I grabbed some food from the Indian stand (when they advertise hot they apparently mean steaming but not spicy, big disppoinment!), and got outta there speedily.
Had a quick drink in my fav place (haven't been for ages!) and got home to my wee ones. Who didn't greet me at the door, but after a while came to see me stretching their legs and yawning. Ungrateful little bastards, didn't even miss me.
I dunno, I grabbed some food from the Indian stand (when they advertise hot they apparently mean steaming but not spicy, big disppoinment!), and got outta there speedily.
Had a quick drink in my fav place (haven't been for ages!) and got home to my wee ones. Who didn't greet me at the door, but after a while came to see me stretching their legs and yawning. Ungrateful little bastards, didn't even miss me.
Short skirt
I got a good talking to today. Was strolling into my work, when a woman (resident) approached me, saying in no uncertain terms that my dress was far too short. And those things women can wear in Sweden and other open countries, but it's not appropriate in Switzerland. Because of the Muslim men. Eh?
She continued to tell me that when she was in Sweden she was encouraged to take off all her clothes on the beach, "feel free, nobody here has a problem with it", and she was appalled. "So I know everything about Sweden and the countries up north". I refrained from telling her that not all of the people are like that. Why rain on her parade?
And then I got a rant about Muslim men who apparently are attracted to short skirts (like other men aren't?), and that I needed to be careful, and how she didn't approve of the Burkhas and such.
So I tried with "but perhaps I can feel safe here in the old peoples home?". That joke fell flat to the ground. Sense of humour is definitely not her thing. But in the end I got her to agree that maybe somewhere in the middle would be good. And I reminded her that today is Street parade, which generated another rant about how young women nowadays walk around with belts doubling as skirts.
I happen to know this woman briefly from like a month ago, when she had just moved into the home. She was angry back then too, complaining about anything and everything, and since I knew that, I can kinda understand her. It cannot be funny to still be sorta clear in the head, physically seemingly healthy and be put in a place with other oldies, more dement and dilapidated than her.
So better she gets her anger out at me, than to the others living there. And I'm gonna charm her, putting a long skirt or pants on next time I work. If I can find something that still fits!
PS. I told my co-worker who is like 88 (and lives in the home but is still going strong) about the short-skirt-palaver, and she just laughed. "Oh that one, she's always complaining".
PPS. I have pants under the short skirt, that goes down a third of my thigh. And I have good-looking legs. Nothing inappropriate or indecent if you ask me.
She continued to tell me that when she was in Sweden she was encouraged to take off all her clothes on the beach, "feel free, nobody here has a problem with it", and she was appalled. "So I know everything about Sweden and the countries up north". I refrained from telling her that not all of the people are like that. Why rain on her parade?
And then I got a rant about Muslim men who apparently are attracted to short skirts (like other men aren't?), and that I needed to be careful, and how she didn't approve of the Burkhas and such.
So I tried with "but perhaps I can feel safe here in the old peoples home?". That joke fell flat to the ground. Sense of humour is definitely not her thing. But in the end I got her to agree that maybe somewhere in the middle would be good. And I reminded her that today is Street parade, which generated another rant about how young women nowadays walk around with belts doubling as skirts.
I happen to know this woman briefly from like a month ago, when she had just moved into the home. She was angry back then too, complaining about anything and everything, and since I knew that, I can kinda understand her. It cannot be funny to still be sorta clear in the head, physically seemingly healthy and be put in a place with other oldies, more dement and dilapidated than her.
So better she gets her anger out at me, than to the others living there. And I'm gonna charm her, putting a long skirt or pants on next time I work. If I can find something that still fits!
PS. I told my co-worker who is like 88 (and lives in the home but is still going strong) about the short-skirt-palaver, and she just laughed. "Oh that one, she's always complaining".
PPS. I have pants under the short skirt, that goes down a third of my thigh. And I have good-looking legs. Nothing inappropriate or indecent if you ask me.
Friday, August 01, 2014
1st of August
Today is the Swiss national day. Everybody is celebrating (well almost) except for me. I don't have a Swiss passport, plus the fact the every Swiss I know have traditions. Things they do every 1st of August. I don't. Yet.
So I decided to clean. Yes I know, the odds for that were tiny, but the weather was nice and my balcony glass walls had never been properly cleaned before. They are now, and I sweated like a pig. Better than any sport session I've been through. Mind you, the sun helped a bit and as well as getting a clean balcony, I improved on my tan. Win-win again.
And if I'm lucky, I can in two years celebrate like ze Swiss. Keep your fingers crossed.
So I decided to clean. Yes I know, the odds for that were tiny, but the weather was nice and my balcony glass walls had never been properly cleaned before. They are now, and I sweated like a pig. Better than any sport session I've been through. Mind you, the sun helped a bit and as well as getting a clean balcony, I improved on my tan. Win-win again.
And if I'm lucky, I can in two years celebrate like ze Swiss. Keep your fingers crossed.
Wednesday, July 30, 2014
Irish coffee(s)
Had a friend over this afternoon to help me with my plants. She's an expert, and goes berserk with a pair of scissors, leaving my plants looking like they've been mutilated. However, after a while they seem to recover and blossom even more. So I guess she knows what she's doing.
And we had Irish coffees! It used to be my favourite dessert, in the times I was still going out for dinner, and I haven't had one in years.
So got a whisky bottle out, probably been with me the last ten years, mixed it with brown sugar, added coffee and whipped cream in real Irish coffe glasses! Yes, I got them as a present sometime in the bronze age and they are as good as new. With long spoons, doubling as straws.
Absolutely delish, so we had two each. I always want to challenge her coming here, since she's very clean-living and only smokes when she meets me. And it's funny to watch her get a bit tipsy.
And we had Irish coffees! It used to be my favourite dessert, in the times I was still going out for dinner, and I haven't had one in years.
So got a whisky bottle out, probably been with me the last ten years, mixed it with brown sugar, added coffee and whipped cream in real Irish coffe glasses! Yes, I got them as a present sometime in the bronze age and they are as good as new. With long spoons, doubling as straws.
Absolutely delish, so we had two each. I always want to challenge her coming here, since she's very clean-living and only smokes when she meets me. And it's funny to watch her get a bit tipsy.
Tuesday, July 29, 2014
I am invited!
Today I got an invitation that made me really happy. It was from the old peoples home where I volunteer. They have a 30 year jubilee this year, and we, the volunteers and the workers there are invited to join the celebration.
First when I saw the program I thought it was a choice. Either a ferry ride on the lake, a showing of the Masoalahalle in Zürich zoo or a dinner, before realizing it was all three. Wow!
It reminded me of when I, early in my career, was working for a medical state-run clinic, and we got exactly nothing. Not for Christmas, not for New Years, not for Easter, never anything. Not even sweets to go with coffee. Ever.
After that 4,5-year stint with the clinic, I left for the capital and joined an American commercial firm. Two months after I started working there we had a so called kick-off. Four days in the north with everything for free. Travel, skiing lessons, hotel, food, drink and fun. I couldn't believe it! Where did all the money to pay for this come from I wondered. But because I worked in finance I soon after figured it out. But imagine my delight, young, inexperienced and all this served to me. For free! I couldn't believe my luck.
And now I have almost the same feeling. Mind you, I know it's not that big of a thing, but to me, it's grand. It shows me that they appreciate my volunteering, and of course, that in Zürich there is still a lot of money.
First when I saw the program I thought it was a choice. Either a ferry ride on the lake, a showing of the Masoalahalle in Zürich zoo or a dinner, before realizing it was all three. Wow!
It reminded me of when I, early in my career, was working for a medical state-run clinic, and we got exactly nothing. Not for Christmas, not for New Years, not for Easter, never anything. Not even sweets to go with coffee. Ever.
After that 4,5-year stint with the clinic, I left for the capital and joined an American commercial firm. Two months after I started working there we had a so called kick-off. Four days in the north with everything for free. Travel, skiing lessons, hotel, food, drink and fun. I couldn't believe it! Where did all the money to pay for this come from I wondered. But because I worked in finance I soon after figured it out. But imagine my delight, young, inexperienced and all this served to me. For free! I couldn't believe my luck.
And now I have almost the same feeling. Mind you, I know it's not that big of a thing, but to me, it's grand. It shows me that they appreciate my volunteering, and of course, that in Zürich there is still a lot of money.
Love
I know some of you might think that my life circles around my cats, and you'd probably be right, but I cannot help thinking this pic is too cute. It's like love. Looking at each other with affection.
But if you knew my cats, you'd know that they are actually watching each other, ready to make a move, pick a fight whenever.
Still, they love the new cat tree and they do love each other, even though they fight sometimes. Just like people.
But if you knew my cats, you'd know that they are actually watching each other, ready to make a move, pick a fight whenever.
Still, they love the new cat tree and they do love each other, even though they fight sometimes. Just like people.
Chili
Tonight I was getting a craving for meatballs. You know, they way you do sometimes. I have been very restrictive with my diet lately, but decided that if it took me four months to get rid of the excess kilo's, I will stay on the weight another four months, and then do another go.
Anyway, realized I had half a kg of ground meat in my freezer (currently slowly defrosting), onions and a chili plant (the one I bought in Aldi). Decided to try it out, figuring it was probably one of those mild weak-ass plants they just call chilis to make it sell.
Hell no! Tried a tiny piece and it still burns on my tongue! Fabulous. Chili is my absolute favourite spice.
Anyway, realized I had half a kg of ground meat in my freezer (currently slowly defrosting), onions and a chili plant (the one I bought in Aldi). Decided to try it out, figuring it was probably one of those mild weak-ass plants they just call chilis to make it sell.
Hell no! Tried a tiny piece and it still burns on my tongue! Fabulous. Chili is my absolute favourite spice.
Monday, July 28, 2014
Speed
I went to pick up my beloved boat today, and I'm pleased to say that I can now (almost) waterski! Wow, was it a big difference in speed after getting rid of all those mussels.
Less impressive it was when I was picking the boat up. There was nobody around, and I didn't want to feel like a wuss asking for help, so I jumped bravely into the boat with the attitude of "I can do this myself, I don't need any help".
It was parked in the harbour area, and really, it was just turning it a bit and then gently cruise away. Only they had tied it. Not in the two places I noticed and untied, but in a third place in the front, so when I did the first try, I didn't get very far since the front was still attached to the bridge.
Then I don't know what happened, but I ended up going forth, then back, then forth, then just avoiding backing into another boat, then forward again slightly denting a sign at the bridge and then finally, I was out on free water. Far away from that professional parking I did just a few days ago.
I could really use a few more sessions with a teacher. Or maybe just have a moral support with me in the boat, that seems to calm me down every time.
But as in all good movies, all is well that ends well. Haha, well, funny me! An unintentional joke. Like the time I was trying to sell blow-jobs. Not in the way you think though.
It was parked in the harbour area, and really, it was just turning it a bit and then gently cruise away. Only they had tied it. Not in the two places I noticed and untied, but in a third place in the front, so when I did the first try, I didn't get very far since the front was still attached to the bridge.
Then I don't know what happened, but I ended up going forth, then back, then forth, then just avoiding backing into another boat, then forward again slightly denting a sign at the bridge and then finally, I was out on free water. Far away from that professional parking I did just a few days ago.
I could really use a few more sessions with a teacher. Or maybe just have a moral support with me in the boat, that seems to calm me down every time.
But as in all good movies, all is well that ends well. Haha, well, funny me! An unintentional joke. Like the time I was trying to sell blow-jobs. Not in the way you think though.
Sunday, July 27, 2014
Gmail sucks
Some years ago I was forced to open a new email account, and I chose gmail supported by google, since I thought that was a platform that would be reliable. I was wrong.
Today I tried to log on to my own gmail account, and I admit, I haven't visited it for maybe 4-5 months, but still. It should be there.
First I was asked to provide another email account, then a number of questions (f... you google, you only wanna know lots about me to use for other purposes. Admit it, you have an ulterior motive). Like which month and date did I visit my account last time (excuse me for not having a paper calendar keeping track of that!), and what name did my first cat have (exactly! I've given you that information before, so you knew what to ask).
It ended up with "you have not given enough information" so I couldn't access the account. Well, google, gmail, whoever you are. You can keep it! You hear! I am no longer a customer of yours.
Today I tried to log on to my own gmail account, and I admit, I haven't visited it for maybe 4-5 months, but still. It should be there.
First I was asked to provide another email account, then a number of questions (f... you google, you only wanna know lots about me to use for other purposes. Admit it, you have an ulterior motive). Like which month and date did I visit my account last time (excuse me for not having a paper calendar keeping track of that!), and what name did my first cat have (exactly! I've given you that information before, so you knew what to ask).
It ended up with "you have not given enough information" so I couldn't access the account. Well, google, gmail, whoever you are. You can keep it! You hear! I am no longer a customer of yours.
Bambi not on a plate
There are a lot of animals in my hood. Not only cats and dogs, but rabbits, deer, horses and goats.
This wee one was cute, and even if I do love Bambi on a plate, I actually prefer them living.
This wee one was cute, and even if I do love Bambi on a plate, I actually prefer them living.
70 liters of mussels
Last Friday I cruised over to the shipyard. It is time to do the inspection again, which the authorities demand every three years. And before you do, you have to prove that the engine is checked upon. Why? Your guess is as good as mine. And never ever forget to have them stamp the documents! Last time I could prove with an invoice that I had the work done, but the authorities wouldn't accept it. In Switzerland, if you don't have ze stamp, it's not valid.
Anyway, the people at the shipyard are very nice and helpful, and we decided that it was time again to scrape some mussels off the bottom as well as check on the engine.
And I was told that they had never seen as many mussels on a boat that size ever. 70 liters of them, hanging off the bottom of my boat (you little fuckers, find a new home!). And I'm thinking, first of all they're gonna charge me an arm and a leg for removing them, second, are they selling them at a profit to restaurants? Should I demand them to prove it and give them to me?
But on second thought, maybe not. I'm not that fond of mussels anyway, and what would I do with 70 liters of them?
On the plus side, I managed to park very gently and professionally at their bridge (am always a bit nervous when I have to park somewhere I'm not used to), and to my delight they had clips to tie it to the bridge. These friggin knots I still haven't learned. And the boat is gonna go a lot faster! Yeah ok, it's not yet time to hook up the waterskis behind, but still.
On the minus side, it's gonna rain tomorrow when I'm gonna pick it up. A bit like life really, sometimes up, sometimes down.
But I'm happy. And very proud of being a boat owner.
Anyway, the people at the shipyard are very nice and helpful, and we decided that it was time again to scrape some mussels off the bottom as well as check on the engine.
And I was told that they had never seen as many mussels on a boat that size ever. 70 liters of them, hanging off the bottom of my boat (you little fuckers, find a new home!). And I'm thinking, first of all they're gonna charge me an arm and a leg for removing them, second, are they selling them at a profit to restaurants? Should I demand them to prove it and give them to me?
But on second thought, maybe not. I'm not that fond of mussels anyway, and what would I do with 70 liters of them?
On the plus side, I managed to park very gently and professionally at their bridge (am always a bit nervous when I have to park somewhere I'm not used to), and to my delight they had clips to tie it to the bridge. These friggin knots I still haven't learned. And the boat is gonna go a lot faster! Yeah ok, it's not yet time to hook up the waterskis behind, but still.
On the minus side, it's gonna rain tomorrow when I'm gonna pick it up. A bit like life really, sometimes up, sometimes down.
But I'm happy. And very proud of being a boat owner.
Focus
I admit, I lack a bit of focus in my life for the moment. Earlier in my life it's been mostly having my eye on the career, always looking for the next big project, and I'm not ashamed to admit it, the next salary raise. I like money. Not so much for having it, but the freedom it buys me.
Then it was the project of building my house. I say it like it's my house, but only 22% of it is. Nevertheless, it was a humungous project. Apparently. It took 15 months to build the Zürich opera house, but 20 months to build "my" 4-apartment building. Some things were better before.
It was a challenge. I had never bought a apartment before that wasn't built. I had to choose everything from floors to walls to bathroom tiles to kitchen and appliances and on it went to handles on the built-in wardrobes. I learned what the standard height of toilets are, and lots of things I had no idea was important. And all of this I had to do long before the house was built. Imagination (and the sad computer-images that the architect provided) made it to what it is today.
And I am happy. Apart from one little detail, I am extremely proud of my choices. My home is my castle these days.
But. I lack a focus on where I'm going from here. I need something to strive for. Lately I've been into this losing weight business, and maybe that was a good thing for a while. I think I lost about 10 kg's in four months (Jan-Apr), and then have maintained it for another three. A friend told me the other day that if I want to lose more, I should go on, and it would be like starting again.
Should that really be my next goal? It sounds a bit...well little. Shouldn't I reach for something bigger?
The thing is, I have been sitting on my ass (mind you, being happy doing so) for some years now. But I keep on thinking, what's next? What should I be focusing on?
I have no clud. Ideas, anyone?
Then it was the project of building my house. I say it like it's my house, but only 22% of it is. Nevertheless, it was a humungous project. Apparently. It took 15 months to build the Zürich opera house, but 20 months to build "my" 4-apartment building. Some things were better before.
It was a challenge. I had never bought a apartment before that wasn't built. I had to choose everything from floors to walls to bathroom tiles to kitchen and appliances and on it went to handles on the built-in wardrobes. I learned what the standard height of toilets are, and lots of things I had no idea was important. And all of this I had to do long before the house was built. Imagination (and the sad computer-images that the architect provided) made it to what it is today.
And I am happy. Apart from one little detail, I am extremely proud of my choices. My home is my castle these days.
But. I lack a focus on where I'm going from here. I need something to strive for. Lately I've been into this losing weight business, and maybe that was a good thing for a while. I think I lost about 10 kg's in four months (Jan-Apr), and then have maintained it for another three. A friend told me the other day that if I want to lose more, I should go on, and it would be like starting again.
Should that really be my next goal? It sounds a bit...well little. Shouldn't I reach for something bigger?
The thing is, I have been sitting on my ass (mind you, being happy doing so) for some years now. But I keep on thinking, what's next? What should I be focusing on?
I have no clud. Ideas, anyone?
Saturday, July 26, 2014
Looking for...the plastic bit
I nailed it! Finally, after making pizzas a number of times, I really got it. And it was only because I had parmesan and mozzarella in my fridge and they were about to surpass the expiration date.
So I bought some bacon and fresh mushroom on the way home, my fav ingredients.
Yesterday evening i made the dough, and let it rest in the fridge overnight. This was indeed a good idea, since the crust turned out to be, well crustier.
Fresh cocktail tomatoes, bacon strips, chili flakes and oregano, sliced fresh mushroom, and all covered in mozzarella and parmesan. Yum! Possibly the best pizza I've ever had (pat on back!). I know, it may be a bit too much cheese for some, but I love it. Ok, it may be even better if I had a real stone-grill, but short of that, it was really delish.
The only draw-back was the piece of plastic I found! Where the heck did that come from? A 5 mm piece of some plastic. I cannot figure out from where it emanated. Everything was fresh and self-made. Could it have come from the bacon-pack?
PS. First I thought it was a bit of a tooth, so unlike some other people who would immediately call a newspaper with less scruples (coming to think of it, that would be almost all of them, wouldn't it?) to report it, I sighed with relief when I saw it was just plastic.
So I bought some bacon and fresh mushroom on the way home, my fav ingredients.
Yesterday evening i made the dough, and let it rest in the fridge overnight. This was indeed a good idea, since the crust turned out to be, well crustier.
Fresh cocktail tomatoes, bacon strips, chili flakes and oregano, sliced fresh mushroom, and all covered in mozzarella and parmesan. Yum! Possibly the best pizza I've ever had (pat on back!). I know, it may be a bit too much cheese for some, but I love it. Ok, it may be even better if I had a real stone-grill, but short of that, it was really delish.
The only draw-back was the piece of plastic I found! Where the heck did that come from? A 5 mm piece of some plastic. I cannot figure out from where it emanated. Everything was fresh and self-made. Could it have come from the bacon-pack?
PS. First I thought it was a bit of a tooth, so unlike some other people who would immediately call a newspaper with less scruples (coming to think of it, that would be almost all of them, wouldn't it?) to report it, I sighed with relief when I saw it was just plastic.
Friday, July 25, 2014
That direction gene
Some things never change. I took a walk today to a suburb near me and took the tram route. I know the way there, have been there many, many times.
The reason was I wanted to visit Aldi, a cheapo I think German store, that a friend has raved about. I was a wee bit disappointed with what they offered, but ended up buying a chili plant. I hope it's hot.
When I came out, I decided to take another route back in the direction I thought was right. And it was. Almost. I ended up walking a tad longer than I had to, but ended up at home. Eventually.
Reminded me of the time my Mum and I were in a department store in a foreign city, exited through the garage and got completely lost. Yes, I have inherited the no-sense-of-direction-gene from her. Thanks so much Mum!
On the other hand, I also inherited a lot of other skills and talent from my Mum, so I think as long as I'm aware of it, I can live with the lost gene.
The reason was I wanted to visit Aldi, a cheapo I think German store, that a friend has raved about. I was a wee bit disappointed with what they offered, but ended up buying a chili plant. I hope it's hot.
When I came out, I decided to take another route back in the direction I thought was right. And it was. Almost. I ended up walking a tad longer than I had to, but ended up at home. Eventually.
Reminded me of the time my Mum and I were in a department store in a foreign city, exited through the garage and got completely lost. Yes, I have inherited the no-sense-of-direction-gene from her. Thanks so much Mum!
On the other hand, I also inherited a lot of other skills and talent from my Mum, so I think as long as I'm aware of it, I can live with the lost gene.
Thursday, July 24, 2014
Saving school III - don't spend
Another episode of that stupid "saving show", featured a woman who was going on a date. First she went to a department store, got a free make-up (from poorly paid young women hoping to sell her some products), and some free hair products.
Then she got home, poured a cheapo white wine into a Moet-Chandon bottle and added fizz from a soda streamer (actually worth a try, not sure my friends would notice!), which she then offered the date.
They took a taxi to the city (100 francs), and since she had pre-ordered the taxi, he felt compelled to pay. They had dinner, and she looked at him with bambi eyes, and he paid again. How the f... is that saving? It's just letting somebody else pay. And I'm pretty sure he wouldn't come back for a second date.
Nah, saving for me is not buying. If I don't need it, I don't buy. It doesn't mean I'm cheap with the stuff I actually need, but you won't see any fluff at my place. Well, except for the odd cat-tree now and then :).
Then she got home, poured a cheapo white wine into a Moet-Chandon bottle and added fizz from a soda streamer (actually worth a try, not sure my friends would notice!), which she then offered the date.
They took a taxi to the city (100 francs), and since she had pre-ordered the taxi, he felt compelled to pay. They had dinner, and she looked at him with bambi eyes, and he paid again. How the f... is that saving? It's just letting somebody else pay. And I'm pretty sure he wouldn't come back for a second date.
Nah, saving for me is not buying. If I don't need it, I don't buy. It doesn't mean I'm cheap with the stuff I actually need, but you won't see any fluff at my place. Well, except for the odd cat-tree now and then :).
No electricity for a week
I was out walking today with a friend and for some reason we got to talk about lifestyle. Maybe because we were sitting in a restaurant at the top of Zürich, at a perfect summer day, looking out over the city and the lake while sipping a glass of cold white wine.
Anyway, later I was philosophing about how it was when I grew up. And him too for that matter, being older than me. My feeling is that people nowadays are ungrateful and unaware how difficult it was in earlier days.
I'm not saying I had a difficult childhood or that I was abused or anything like that. I'm just saying that we (I) had to try harder back then. Not everything was immediately accessible or within reach with a click on the keyboard. Nor did we have credit cards. Back then it was first working hard, then earn some money, and after that a choice how to spend it. If at all, it could also be saved.
And I was speculating in how people nowadays would survive without electricity. I'm not that old, so I grew up with electricity, but still. It's a mind-blowing idea. Imagine not having electricity for a week.
Getting up in the morning, oh no, computer doesn't work. Then you may want to switch on the coffee machine, oh no, doesn't work. Cook breakfast? Forget it. It's summer and the stuff in your fridge or freezer is gonna go quickly. Stove and microwave are off. Call for a take-out? Yes, if you have charged the battery on your mobile phone. Chances are they cannot deliver, 'cause of no electricity.
Watch telly? Hard without electricity. Shopping? Probably not, since the electronic payments won't work.
I guess there is a reason that every country which had a major electricity break-down for a half a day or so, have a baby-boom nine months later. Or why poor or "developing countries" have such a young population.
It was just a thought, but nevertheless, I think it would be educational for everybody (who doesn't already) to live without electricity for a week. I know I would survive, but would you?
Anyway, later I was philosophing about how it was when I grew up. And him too for that matter, being older than me. My feeling is that people nowadays are ungrateful and unaware how difficult it was in earlier days.
I'm not saying I had a difficult childhood or that I was abused or anything like that. I'm just saying that we (I) had to try harder back then. Not everything was immediately accessible or within reach with a click on the keyboard. Nor did we have credit cards. Back then it was first working hard, then earn some money, and after that a choice how to spend it. If at all, it could also be saved.
And I was speculating in how people nowadays would survive without electricity. I'm not that old, so I grew up with electricity, but still. It's a mind-blowing idea. Imagine not having electricity for a week.
Getting up in the morning, oh no, computer doesn't work. Then you may want to switch on the coffee machine, oh no, doesn't work. Cook breakfast? Forget it. It's summer and the stuff in your fridge or freezer is gonna go quickly. Stove and microwave are off. Call for a take-out? Yes, if you have charged the battery on your mobile phone. Chances are they cannot deliver, 'cause of no electricity.
Watch telly? Hard without electricity. Shopping? Probably not, since the electronic payments won't work.
I guess there is a reason that every country which had a major electricity break-down for a half a day or so, have a baby-boom nine months later. Or why poor or "developing countries" have such a young population.
It was just a thought, but nevertheless, I think it would be educational for everybody (who doesn't already) to live without electricity for a week. I know I would survive, but would you?
Tuesday, July 22, 2014
Gourmet
My cats are really spoiled. And not by me, if that's what you thought. When they were little I bought cheapo food for them which they enjoyed (well, except for the first time when I was nervous and got talked into buying a 50-francs bag of dry food, which would according to the salesperson be crucial for the survival of my kittens).
But then one time a friend of mine visited bringing not myrrh, gold and frankincense, but Gourmet. The cat-food brand. They loved it! Every morning they were ever so friendly, stroking around my legs in the kitchen, and miaowing. I melted and kept on buying it. Mind you, it has to be the mousse one, not the other kind.
Lately, getting tired of my cats having more expensive food than me, I have tried several other brands. To bloody no avail. They ignore it. Ok, so they lick off the sauce on top, but leave the rest for the dog that comes visiting now and then. The dog loves it, but then again, dogs eat anything.
Yesterday I decided for the heavy artillery. Normally they would always have dry food, but yesterday I didn't fill the bowl up. I decided that it was the cheapo wet food or nothing.
They sniffed it, and didn't eat at all. This afternoon I folded and went to buy Gourmet again. The mousse stuff.
And again I enjoyed the miaowing around my legs, but felt like a loser. Four round cat eyes are making me mellow. Darn!
And damn that friend who introduced Gourmet to my cats!
But then one time a friend of mine visited bringing not myrrh, gold and frankincense, but Gourmet. The cat-food brand. They loved it! Every morning they were ever so friendly, stroking around my legs in the kitchen, and miaowing. I melted and kept on buying it. Mind you, it has to be the mousse one, not the other kind.
Lately, getting tired of my cats having more expensive food than me, I have tried several other brands. To bloody no avail. They ignore it. Ok, so they lick off the sauce on top, but leave the rest for the dog that comes visiting now and then. The dog loves it, but then again, dogs eat anything.
Yesterday I decided for the heavy artillery. Normally they would always have dry food, but yesterday I didn't fill the bowl up. I decided that it was the cheapo wet food or nothing.
They sniffed it, and didn't eat at all. This afternoon I folded and went to buy Gourmet again. The mousse stuff.
And again I enjoyed the miaowing around my legs, but felt like a loser. Four round cat eyes are making me mellow. Darn!
And damn that friend who introduced Gourmet to my cats!
Men in charge?
One thing that surprises me is that so many men are in charge at work, CEO's and bosses having high positions, since in private life they are pretty useless in taking charge and making decisions.
A couple of examples. I'm meeting a friend tomorrow. We meet almost every week and do something together, and guess who's coming up with the suggestions on what to do? Yes, it's not him. Yesterday we emailed, and I asked him if he had a proposal? No answer. So again I had to decide what we're doing. It's not like he's not liking my suggestions, but it would be nice to be surprised once in a while.
And then I got contacted by a guy from that dating site (yes, it happens now and then), and I emailed that I'd meet him if he gave me a date, a location (obviously in Zürich :) and a time and I'd be there. His answer was that I had to state the date, location and time. Sigh.
Aren't there any men out there with creativity, used to taking charge now and then also in private life?
A couple of examples. I'm meeting a friend tomorrow. We meet almost every week and do something together, and guess who's coming up with the suggestions on what to do? Yes, it's not him. Yesterday we emailed, and I asked him if he had a proposal? No answer. So again I had to decide what we're doing. It's not like he's not liking my suggestions, but it would be nice to be surprised once in a while.
And then I got contacted by a guy from that dating site (yes, it happens now and then), and I emailed that I'd meet him if he gave me a date, a location (obviously in Zürich :) and a time and I'd be there. His answer was that I had to state the date, location and time. Sigh.
Aren't there any men out there with creativity, used to taking charge now and then also in private life?
Sunday, July 20, 2014
Saving school II - use only what you need
Lately I have been a bit obsessed with cooking sauce. Sauce/gravy/jus, whatever you wanna call it. Yesterday I bought a piece of meat I hadn't cooked before, and when it was done in the pan, I added some cream, some milk, some spices and stock and stirred it vigorously. Good thing, since the meat turned out to be a bit chewy.
Anyway, after a while of stirring and cooking I was thinking about what my friend told me. He usually adds a bit of sherry. Since I'm not an 80-year-old woman I didn't have sherry at home, so I added a bit of that cognac I got like three years ago from a friend who had been to Mexico or wherever he was (sorry just checked, it was Greek Metaxa), and when adding it I switched off the stove. Which meant that the cooking process stopped and the alcohol was not reduced.
A win-win in my world. Why cook off the alcohol? That's what giving it the taste if you ask me. Plus the fact that I saved on electricity. That's how I cook eggs btw, I don't crazy-cook them, I gently boil them and switch off the heat before they're done, 'cause the aftercook anyway.
Just as I don't open the fridge door fully, I just open it a bit, take out what I want, not letting the cool out. So even if I don't want to admit it, I may have gotten this instilled in me by my father. He used to put the heating down in the house, while my mother used to increase it when he didn't pay attention. Good thing I live alone.
And the sauce/gravy/jus tasted just delish! That subtle hint of Metaxa took it to a new level as they say in Masterchef.
Anyway, after a while of stirring and cooking I was thinking about what my friend told me. He usually adds a bit of sherry. Since I'm not an 80-year-old woman I didn't have sherry at home, so I added a bit of that cognac I got like three years ago from a friend who had been to Mexico or wherever he was (sorry just checked, it was Greek Metaxa), and when adding it I switched off the stove. Which meant that the cooking process stopped and the alcohol was not reduced.
A win-win in my world. Why cook off the alcohol? That's what giving it the taste if you ask me. Plus the fact that I saved on electricity. That's how I cook eggs btw, I don't crazy-cook them, I gently boil them and switch off the heat before they're done, 'cause the aftercook anyway.
Just as I don't open the fridge door fully, I just open it a bit, take out what I want, not letting the cool out. So even if I don't want to admit it, I may have gotten this instilled in me by my father. He used to put the heating down in the house, while my mother used to increase it when he didn't pay attention. Good thing I live alone.
And the sauce/gravy/jus tasted just delish! That subtle hint of Metaxa took it to a new level as they say in Masterchef.
Friday, July 18, 2014
Another 10 kg's?
Yesterday when whooshing on the lake, I asked my friend to take a pic of me wearing a bikini. Not that I wanted to send it to a porn site, but I wanted to see what I looked like after losing weight.
Very disappointing. Good legs, good arms but omg the middle bit was a piece of wobbly something.
And no, it's not gonna be posted here.
Now I have to negotiate with myself, is it worth it trying to lose another 10 kg's, or should I just hide the middle bit and be happy with what I have. Think-think-think.
Very disappointing. Good legs, good arms but omg the middle bit was a piece of wobbly something.
And no, it's not gonna be posted here.
Now I have to negotiate with myself, is it worth it trying to lose another 10 kg's, or should I just hide the middle bit and be happy with what I have. Think-think-think.
A tree in the house
I am so proud of myself. Midday I got the delivery, the cat-tree in a box. I immediately called a friend, who said he'd have time to come around this afternoon. But I couldn't wait.
And to my big surprise I understood it all!
An hour later it was standing proudly in my living room. Only the cats thought that the carton box was more interesting. Until they realized there were funny things with feathers hanging from the tree.
It's now been half a day, and one of the four feather thingies are gone. When my wee ones play, they really play.
And I have a big new tree in the house. Some might say too much, but hey, they live here too.
An hour later it was standing proudly in my living room. Only the cats thought that the carton box was more interesting. Until they realized there were funny things with feathers hanging from the tree.
It's now been half a day, and one of the four feather thingies are gone. When my wee ones play, they really play.
And I have a big new tree in the house. Some might say too much, but hey, they live here too.
Thursday, July 17, 2014
I'm in love with Bella
Another fantastic day today together with a friend and Bella. Bella is a beauty, and above all, she's fast! When sliding on top of the waves today I felt like my face was hanging a meter behind me, like G forces the astronauts feel I'm sure. 145 horse powers, as supposed to my very humble 8.
Then dinner with fresh fish from the lake (I think they were swimming still this morning) and a view that (other:) people pay for.
A swim of course, I would guess 22°C in the water.
I just love summer.
Then dinner with fresh fish from the lake (I think they were swimming still this morning) and a view that (other:) people pay for.
A swim of course, I would guess 22°C in the water.
I just love summer.
Blondie resurrects
It went so-so with my hair-dying attempt yesterday. First of all, I realized it was another brand and that it had a different approach. 30 minutes instead of 20, and no plastic hood to wear. However, I was cautious and only had it in for about 20 minutes.
Which resulted in very little difference from before. It certainly wasn't ash-blonde as promised on the kit.
But as I only used half the bottle, I figured I could save it and use the other half today. All of yesterday it was kinda smelly in my bathroom, and this morning I understood why. The mix of the hair-thing had foamed overnight and was a bit all over the place.
So I took whatever I could lay my hands on, smeared it in once again (this time in dry hair as said on the package, as supposed to yesterday when I failed to read the instructions properly) and let it rest for another 20 minutes.
And voila! Today I am ash-blonde! I feel like I saved 150 francs.
Which resulted in very little difference from before. It certainly wasn't ash-blonde as promised on the kit.
But as I only used half the bottle, I figured I could save it and use the other half today. All of yesterday it was kinda smelly in my bathroom, and this morning I understood why. The mix of the hair-thing had foamed overnight and was a bit all over the place.
So I took whatever I could lay my hands on, smeared it in once again (this time in dry hair as said on the package, as supposed to yesterday when I failed to read the instructions properly) and let it rest for another 20 minutes.
And voila! Today I am ash-blonde! I feel like I saved 150 francs.
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
Life sucks for some people but not for me
Took a walk today to the city, well to the boat actually, but on the way I passed a really relaxed man. Me, with a severe case of height anxiety, would never in my life do that.
And the lake was gorgeous as usual. A bit of picnic, nice company and a swim. And yes of course, a drop of wine.
The steamer "Stadt Zürich", a beautiful sight.
The steamer "Stadt Zürich", a beautiful sight.
Tuesday, July 15, 2014
Hairless?
I may have to buy a hat. Tomorrow I'm gonna attempt, once again, to dye my hair. I haven't been to a hairdresser for a few years, I cut my own hair, and don't care much about a hair-do. It's not that I don't want to look good, but with my baby-hair it's impossible to do something that lasts.
I was considering going to a hairdresser, get a cut, and some colour-changing, and if I do I'll get out of there at least 160 francs poorer, so I thought I'd give it a go with a self-dying kit for less than a tenner.
Last time I lost hair, it kinda burned off, so tomorrow I'll be more careful. But if you see someone hobbling around the streets of Zürich, trying to avoid people, it'll probably be me.
I was considering going to a hairdresser, get a cut, and some colour-changing, and if I do I'll get out of there at least 160 francs poorer, so I thought I'd give it a go with a self-dying kit for less than a tenner.
Last time I lost hair, it kinda burned off, so tomorrow I'll be more careful. But if you see someone hobbling around the streets of Zürich, trying to avoid people, it'll probably be me.
Monday, July 14, 2014
Saving school I - generate and save
I got inspired the other day after watching this idiotic tv-show about how some people try to save money.
For me it's more about saving money and saving the environment. That's how I grew up. But not just that, also saving without being stupid.
So, my first lesson is to generate money. Work and save. Most of us are working for somebody else. That has advantages, like safety, no risk, go to work every Monday-Friday, collect your pay and go home. Other people choose to have their own companies, which if they're successful, will give more money but also a greater risk if they don't perform.
I have always belonged to the first category. Work, go home, get your money. And save.
I saved my first money when I was fifteen. I was working summertime in a kiosk at a camping site, serving fresh bread, milk and whatsit to people on holiday. I got so much money I couldn't believe. And if I compare it to today, it was nothing. But to me at the time, it meant a lot.
Most of it I saved, but I also spent some. And I believe still today that's what you're supposed to do. Spend some, but keep most of it for days to come.
For me it's more about saving money and saving the environment. That's how I grew up. But not just that, also saving without being stupid.
So, my first lesson is to generate money. Work and save. Most of us are working for somebody else. That has advantages, like safety, no risk, go to work every Monday-Friday, collect your pay and go home. Other people choose to have their own companies, which if they're successful, will give more money but also a greater risk if they don't perform.
I have always belonged to the first category. Work, go home, get your money. And save.
I saved my first money when I was fifteen. I was working summertime in a kiosk at a camping site, serving fresh bread, milk and whatsit to people on holiday. I got so much money I couldn't believe. And if I compare it to today, it was nothing. But to me at the time, it meant a lot.
Most of it I saved, but I also spent some. And I believe still today that's what you're supposed to do. Spend some, but keep most of it for days to come.
A new tree!
I am so excited! Way more than my cats are. A few days ago I ordered a new cat tree. A big one. A tall one. One that would a bit take over my living room, giving my furry ones a better view of the hood and more sleeping options.
Yes I know, but we are actually all living here together, and they deserve it.
So when my friend was here tonight picking up his food, I asked if he noticed a difference. No, of course he didn't. But when pushed, he did realize that I had moved the current cat tree.
"So you're gonna have to assemble it?". Haha. I remained silent, and he realized slowly (yes a man, they don't always get it immediately), and now I think we have an agreement. Package arrives, and he'll do what needs to be done.
Food delivery against cat tree assembly. Yes, that's what's called a win-win in the business world.
Yes I know, but we are actually all living here together, and they deserve it.
So when my friend was here tonight picking up his food, I asked if he noticed a difference. No, of course he didn't. But when pushed, he did realize that I had moved the current cat tree.
"So you're gonna have to assemble it?". Haha. I remained silent, and he realized slowly (yes a man, they don't always get it immediately), and now I think we have an agreement. Package arrives, and he'll do what needs to be done.
Food delivery against cat tree assembly. Yes, that's what's called a win-win in the business world.
Cooking
I was cooking today. I have a friend who's real skinny, and belong to the kind of people who "forgets to eat". I mean, who can forget that? It's like forgetting to breath if you ask me.
So once in a while I cook him lunchboxes. I do 5-9 portions every time, each neatly labeled and dated. I'm sure it took me like three hours today. It's the shopping, the cooking, the cleaning and so forth.
It made me think about my grandmother. I hardly knew her since she died when I was six, but from my mother I learned that every day she was cooking for seven people. Three times a day. And those were the times when dishwashers weren't available. How did she manage?
And I'm certain we share/d the same feeling. What to cook today? My friend is no friggin help at all. "Surprise me" he says all the time. And when I try to probe, like "what do you like best?", he's just responding "everything is good". Men! No bloody use at all.
So once in a while I cook him lunchboxes. I do 5-9 portions every time, each neatly labeled and dated. I'm sure it took me like three hours today. It's the shopping, the cooking, the cleaning and so forth.
It made me think about my grandmother. I hardly knew her since she died when I was six, but from my mother I learned that every day she was cooking for seven people. Three times a day. And those were the times when dishwashers weren't available. How did she manage?
And I'm certain we share/d the same feeling. What to cook today? My friend is no friggin help at all. "Surprise me" he says all the time. And when I try to probe, like "what do you like best?", he's just responding "everything is good". Men! No bloody use at all.
Wednesday, July 09, 2014
Saving money
I saw a new show on telly the other day about saving money. Some of the tips were ok, but most of all it made me laugh.
One couple was visiting cafes and restaurant, stealing ketchup, salt and sugar. First of all, how is that saving? Saving for them maybe but stealing for the rest of us. Plus the hours it took them to pick up these freebies could've been spent working and generating more money.
One guy was using a vacuumcleaner and by ripping the dust-bag open, emptying it and then sewing it back together, he thought he was saving a lot. And yes, I'm sure he saved a few francs a year but what about buying a bagless instead?
Another guy was making his own snuff (kinda chewing tobacco) but when he was adding water, he was not just getting the liter of water needed, he was flushing the water like there was no tomorrow.
Yet another guy (yes, lots of guys here for some reason) was driving around to save a few pennies on fuel. Never mind the cost of the fuel to get to the gas station. Or the cost of having a car for that matter.
And then I learned there are three types of people. The crinkly one, the folding one and the rolling one. The folding one was the winner according to the show. But I don't buy it. And again, it was a guy. We're talking about number two here. And I for one certainly wants more than two tiny squares of paper when drying myself. And no, I certainly do not want to turn them over and use them once again!
Makes me think. I should start a blog with real savings potential. There certainly seem to be a need for it!
One couple was visiting cafes and restaurant, stealing ketchup, salt and sugar. First of all, how is that saving? Saving for them maybe but stealing for the rest of us. Plus the hours it took them to pick up these freebies could've been spent working and generating more money.
One guy was using a vacuumcleaner and by ripping the dust-bag open, emptying it and then sewing it back together, he thought he was saving a lot. And yes, I'm sure he saved a few francs a year but what about buying a bagless instead?
Another guy was making his own snuff (kinda chewing tobacco) but when he was adding water, he was not just getting the liter of water needed, he was flushing the water like there was no tomorrow.
Yet another guy (yes, lots of guys here for some reason) was driving around to save a few pennies on fuel. Never mind the cost of the fuel to get to the gas station. Or the cost of having a car for that matter.
And then I learned there are three types of people. The crinkly one, the folding one and the rolling one. The folding one was the winner according to the show. But I don't buy it. And again, it was a guy. We're talking about number two here. And I for one certainly wants more than two tiny squares of paper when drying myself. And no, I certainly do not want to turn them over and use them once again!
Makes me think. I should start a blog with real savings potential. There certainly seem to be a need for it!
Monday, July 07, 2014
Maggots and fish
Had a friend over for dinner tonight, and as always when having a veggie person visiting I sweat. Agonizing, strategizing at night "will she buy it if I say I forgot she's a veggie?", will it work with just a cheese plate? It's like I try more than I do with normal-eating people.
Today I served maggots and fish. Maggots I found in the bio-section, little worms looking like they just came off a dead body. And yes, I read a fair amount of crime novels. Haven't seen them "live" until today. And I have to admit, they didn't taste all bad. Crunchy. I just hope they didn't come from somebody I knew.
Served with baby-potatoes (bio yes of course!) from Switzerland, but the fish had to come from somewhere else. Look at a map, and you'll understand why.
Tomorrow I'll go back to my way of living, and bio is so not part of that :).
Today I served maggots and fish. Maggots I found in the bio-section, little worms looking like they just came off a dead body. And yes, I read a fair amount of crime novels. Haven't seen them "live" until today. And I have to admit, they didn't taste all bad. Crunchy. I just hope they didn't come from somebody I knew.
Served with baby-potatoes (bio yes of course!) from Switzerland, but the fish had to come from somewhere else. Look at a map, and you'll understand why.
Tomorrow I'll go back to my way of living, and bio is so not part of that :).
Internet trolls
Once in a while I comment on sites, not often but it happens. Last week I wrote a comment to a tv play-site to thank them for posting a program. It was a stand-up comedian show, and I found it very funny.
To my big surprise I got commented on. So you can comment on comments, and it becomes a thread. I think by the time the administrator closed the thread it was around 18 comments. I answered of course so some of them were mine, but it was mind-blowing to see how stupid people are.
The stand-up show was about racism and how close-minded people can be, and also how some people cannot laugh about themselves. Exactly what the comments showed.
I have read about stalkers and hate comments on blogs, twitter and facebook, but never really been exposed myself. I think I had one in all my years of blogging. But then again, I'm not famous and not sticking my head out in a public debate. Still, it was surprising.
I certainly don't envy the public people, especially not the women. They seem to be more exposed to hate than men. Or it could be the other way around. Men hate more than women.
Yes, that must be it. Apart from a very few exceptions, all wars were started by men. Testosterone, anyone?
To my big surprise I got commented on. So you can comment on comments, and it becomes a thread. I think by the time the administrator closed the thread it was around 18 comments. I answered of course so some of them were mine, but it was mind-blowing to see how stupid people are.
The stand-up show was about racism and how close-minded people can be, and also how some people cannot laugh about themselves. Exactly what the comments showed.
I have read about stalkers and hate comments on blogs, twitter and facebook, but never really been exposed myself. I think I had one in all my years of blogging. But then again, I'm not famous and not sticking my head out in a public debate. Still, it was surprising.
I certainly don't envy the public people, especially not the women. They seem to be more exposed to hate than men. Or it could be the other way around. Men hate more than women.
Yes, that must be it. Apart from a very few exceptions, all wars were started by men. Testosterone, anyone?
Friday, July 04, 2014
Safe and sound
Went over to the neighbour today, who had the guest yesterday who helped me getting the bird out. I brought some cookies to say thank you. Turns out he was home, and I learned that the guy yesterday who helped me was a policeman. No wonder he was so calm!
He came in here, cool as a cucumber, we located the bird and he very gently put it in a box and let it fly free again, well however wobbly. Afterwards he was telling me not to feel bad "cats are predators you know, so don't feel bad". Haha, I wasn't, I was more worried that the bird would fly around in my flat shitting everywhere.
But it's good to know that the police is still recruiting calm, steady guys (or girls for that matter). I feel safe.
He came in here, cool as a cucumber, we located the bird and he very gently put it in a box and let it fly free again, well however wobbly. Afterwards he was telling me not to feel bad "cats are predators you know, so don't feel bad". Haha, I wasn't, I was more worried that the bird would fly around in my flat shitting everywhere.
But it's good to know that the police is still recruiting calm, steady guys (or girls for that matter). I feel safe.
Thursday, July 03, 2014
Fly little bird
Oh my. The adrenalin I had for the last 15 minutes I certainly didn't need. One of the cats caught a bird and brought it inside. It was still alive an chirping. Fucketifuck.
First action was to close all the doors, including locking the other cat in. Then trying to catch the cat, which is impossible when she doesn't want to. After that, trying to force her onto the balcony, which wasn't successful. Then trying to get the bird out, which also turned out to be impossible. Every time it was moving my cat was there again.
Fortunately for me the neighbours next door had a young guy visiting. He got it quickly, came in, brought the scared little bird into a box and let it free again. Ok, it wasn't flying completely straight but at least it's free again. Phew, what an ordeal!
First action was to close all the doors, including locking the other cat in. Then trying to catch the cat, which is impossible when she doesn't want to. After that, trying to force her onto the balcony, which wasn't successful. Then trying to get the bird out, which also turned out to be impossible. Every time it was moving my cat was there again.
Fortunately for me the neighbours next door had a young guy visiting. He got it quickly, came in, brought the scared little bird into a box and let it free again. Ok, it wasn't flying completely straight but at least it's free again. Phew, what an ordeal!
Life is good
I cannot tell you how much I appreciate life right now. A day like today with 27°C, sunshine, on the lake with the city on one side and the snow-clad Alps on the other.
Coming home with a handsome tan and a fresh kebab from the best shack in town.
Yes, life is good indeed.
Coming home with a handsome tan and a fresh kebab from the best shack in town.
Yes, life is good indeed.
Wednesday, July 02, 2014
A Scottish bull
Turns out to not be scary, but a sucker for a good rub. Like any Scottish I've known actually.
Tuesday, July 01, 2014
Heating up
After not having used Excel for quite a long time, my brain has gone a bit mushy. I no longer can figure out how to calculate things cleverly. And honestly, I cannot be arsed anymore.
So I emailed a friend to ask if he had time to look at a sheet I made to measure my heating usage, which is above what it should be.
His answer was "At least that way I can nearly guarantee that I won't be deleted from yearly mobile phone cull". Haha. So he's reading the blog.
Let's see what he can do to get my heat down.
So I emailed a friend to ask if he had time to look at a sheet I made to measure my heating usage, which is above what it should be.
His answer was "At least that way I can nearly guarantee that I won't be deleted from yearly mobile phone cull". Haha. So he's reading the blog.
Let's see what he can do to get my heat down.
Monday, June 30, 2014
Four shades of bikes
Ok, so I was blogging about the woman who visited me earlier today. Being nice, as you do meeting somebody the first time. But I did tell her that should she move in with me, I might not be so nice all the time.
Threatened to blog about her four bikes. Yes, she told me she has four. Bikes. I mean, who needs four bikes? Excuse me, that's ridiculous. A bike for me is a two-wheeler that takes you somewhere. For people who wants to take the difficult road, rather than use their legs or the excellent tram/bus/boat/train-system that Zürich offers.
But I guess to challenge me, she sends me a email explaining the four bikes: "Road bike (porsche), mountain bike (suv) touring bike (van) and city bike (smart)".
Exactly! Your guess is as good as mine.
Threatened to blog about her four bikes. Yes, she told me she has four. Bikes. I mean, who needs four bikes? Excuse me, that's ridiculous. A bike for me is a two-wheeler that takes you somewhere. For people who wants to take the difficult road, rather than use their legs or the excellent tram/bus/boat/train-system that Zürich offers.
But I guess to challenge me, she sends me a email explaining the four bikes: "Road bike (porsche), mountain bike (suv) touring bike (van) and city bike (smart)".
Exactly! Your guess is as good as mine.
Live with a woman?
Lately I've been thinking of renting out the guest room again. Like I did in my old flat. I think it would be nice to have somebody to talk to on a daily basis, as well as sharing some of the cost.
Mind you, I'm not the type who wants to be social at all times, I'm not living alone for nothing, but once in a while it's nice to share and maybe cook together.
Today I had a woman over. I have never lived with a woman before, but when I saw her ad looking for a flatshare, and above all her age, close to mine, I realized that why not?
So she came, we had a glass of wine and talked for an hour and a half. She's nice, even though we are very different in personality, I think we got along well. She could very well be a person I could learn to trust. And this is important to me. I don't like people who play games, or don't live up to promises.
So we'll see. She's currently browsing a number of flats. If she's choosing to move in here, you'll for sure hear more about her.
Mind you, I'm not the type who wants to be social at all times, I'm not living alone for nothing, but once in a while it's nice to share and maybe cook together.
Today I had a woman over. I have never lived with a woman before, but when I saw her ad looking for a flatshare, and above all her age, close to mine, I realized that why not?
So she came, we had a glass of wine and talked for an hour and a half. She's nice, even though we are very different in personality, I think we got along well. She could very well be a person I could learn to trust. And this is important to me. I don't like people who play games, or don't live up to promises.
So we'll see. She's currently browsing a number of flats. If she's choosing to move in here, you'll for sure hear more about her.
Sunday, June 29, 2014
Burning hair
Who needs a haircut, when you can just burn your hair yourself? Haha, was just sitting in front of my computer, smoking a ciggie and all of a sudden I smelled this burning aroma. Looked at my ciggie and saw a bunch of hairs, sitting at the top of it.
Not that I go to the hairdresser that often. I think last time was more than a year ago. I mean, it's not like I need to maintain a proper hair-do. Most of the time I just use a clip to keep the hair together.
But still, burning your hair might not be the best idea.
Not that I go to the hairdresser that often. I think last time was more than a year ago. I mean, it's not like I need to maintain a proper hair-do. Most of the time I just use a clip to keep the hair together.
But still, burning your hair might not be the best idea.
Friday, June 27, 2014
265 g of bio-mayo
Ever since I started to enjoy these eggs delivered to me from a free-roaming farm, I have become a bit obsessed with where eggs come from. Not the chicken and the egg kinda enigma, but that eggs in products I buy are not from "Bodenhaltung", i.e. chicken that cannot roam free.
So I had a bit of a dilemma the other day when searching for mayonnnaise. I know, you can make it yourself, egg yolks, olive oil, whatsit, I've watched enough masterchef shows to know but that's not me. I do cook a fair bit of food myself, but I'm not stretching it to make my own mayo yet.
Anyway, turns out that all mayo's are made from "Bodenhaltung" eggs, except for the bio one. Hmm.
Generally I think that "bio" is put on the label to make it sound good, and to charge three times the price of not bio, but in this particular case I fell for it. Not that anybody would taste the difference.
And another thing, why is it 265 grams? Why not 250 or 300? To make it more difficult to compare to others?
Still not convinced about this bio shit, but I do care about the chicken. Definitely worth looking into.
So I had a bit of a dilemma the other day when searching for mayonnnaise. I know, you can make it yourself, egg yolks, olive oil, whatsit, I've watched enough masterchef shows to know but that's not me. I do cook a fair bit of food myself, but I'm not stretching it to make my own mayo yet.
Anyway, turns out that all mayo's are made from "Bodenhaltung" eggs, except for the bio one. Hmm.
Generally I think that "bio" is put on the label to make it sound good, and to charge three times the price of not bio, but in this particular case I fell for it. Not that anybody would taste the difference.
And another thing, why is it 265 grams? Why not 250 or 300? To make it more difficult to compare to others?
Still not convinced about this bio shit, but I do care about the chicken. Definitely worth looking into.
Thursday, June 26, 2014
Goners
About once a year I go through my email-list and my phone in order to decide whether I want to keep the contact information or not. The general rule is if I haven't heard from them for a year they are deleted. But that's a rule with some exceptions.
Long-term good friends always stay, even if we lost contact for a while. Some relatives are kept, even if I don't hear from them often, not all of them mind you. Some people I'm thinking I should contact to ask if they're still alive, but haven't yet, I keep.
But the others are goners. The people I met once or twice, and exchanged numbers with, gone. The people I used to know pretty well, but have lost contact with for one reason or another, gone. The people who have irritated me enough, or I just don't like anymore, gone.
So, if you don't hear from me, you know why ;).
Long-term good friends always stay, even if we lost contact for a while. Some relatives are kept, even if I don't hear from them often, not all of them mind you. Some people I'm thinking I should contact to ask if they're still alive, but haven't yet, I keep.
But the others are goners. The people I met once or twice, and exchanged numbers with, gone. The people I used to know pretty well, but have lost contact with for one reason or another, gone. The people who have irritated me enough, or I just don't like anymore, gone.
So, if you don't hear from me, you know why ;).
Mystery
The body is a mystery. Well, at least mine is. Since I bought my (tiny) scale, I have weighed in every morning and I have found out that even though I eat about the same amount of calories, and do the same amount of sports, the weight can differ up to 800 grams from one day to another. How is that possible?
Yesterday I had a bit of an eating binge. Well, at least in comparison to other days. It was like I was hungry still, no matter how much I ate. So I allowed myself to eat about twice as much as normal.
Yet, this morning the scale showed exactly the same as yesterday! I really don't get it.
Yesterday I had a bit of an eating binge. Well, at least in comparison to other days. It was like I was hungry still, no matter how much I ate. So I allowed myself to eat about twice as much as normal.
Yet, this morning the scale showed exactly the same as yesterday! I really don't get it.
Tuesday, June 24, 2014
A nun
I just saw a documentary about a woman, 19 years old, who chose to join a monastery. One of those strict ones where you only are allowed to speak two hours a day.
First of all, she came from a family with nine kids. The parents were super-religious having their own chapel in the garden. And the Mum saying "I would be so proud if all my kids were to become priests or nuns". Hello, how sick is not that? I mean, if you want that why didn't you become a nun yourself?
Second, the poor brainwashed woman who chose to live with "god", wanted to help the world. She had seen that there were so much bad going on, and so many people being hurt, that she didn't know where to start. So she chose not to help anyone at all.
In the monastery there is no television, no internet, no radio, no communication with the outside world except for a few times a year when she's allowed to meet her family through a grid. Like in a prison. So how can she help people? She has no idea what's going on in the world, she has chosen not to participate, not to take any decisions, not to be a part of anything that's going on. Through prayer?
HAHAHAHAHA! Munks and nuns, you are losers. You help nobody except yourselves.
First of all, she came from a family with nine kids. The parents were super-religious having their own chapel in the garden. And the Mum saying "I would be so proud if all my kids were to become priests or nuns". Hello, how sick is not that? I mean, if you want that why didn't you become a nun yourself?
Second, the poor brainwashed woman who chose to live with "god", wanted to help the world. She had seen that there were so much bad going on, and so many people being hurt, that she didn't know where to start. So she chose not to help anyone at all.
In the monastery there is no television, no internet, no radio, no communication with the outside world except for a few times a year when she's allowed to meet her family through a grid. Like in a prison. So how can she help people? She has no idea what's going on in the world, she has chosen not to participate, not to take any decisions, not to be a part of anything that's going on. Through prayer?
HAHAHAHAHA! Munks and nuns, you are losers. You help nobody except yourselves.
Eating like a bird (or rather two birds)
Had two (female) friends over this evening for balcony hang and a bite to eat. I know from experience that they are not big eaters, but today they took it to new heights. I had only prepared a few savoury pastries with a shrimp filling, a few sandwiches and a salad, but even so, half of it was left.
One might think that I cannot cook, or that my food isn't appreciated, but I'm pretty sure that's not the case. So I decided next time I'll invite them, I will serve two crackers on a plate. One each. That should teach'm!
One might think that I cannot cook, or that my food isn't appreciated, but I'm pretty sure that's not the case. So I decided next time I'll invite them, I will serve two crackers on a plate. One each. That should teach'm!
Coop surprises
It is not often I get positively surprised, but today it happened. Last week I was buying a liter of strawberries at Coop. I buy strawberries a lot, but earlier in the year the berries were imported from Spain or Italy. So I was happy to see local produce.
That was until I tasted them. They had a strange flavour, like chemicals mixed with something old. And the consistency was like fluid. So I threw them all away. Five francs down the drain (or more accurently in the bio-bag...yes I know, it's another story).
Because I felt cheated I wrote a note to Coop through their website, thinking I was gonna be ignored but to my surprise I got a phone call a few days later asking if the strawberries I bought were "bio". I answered they were not. Normal Swiss strawberries. The woman said I would hear from them via post. Yeah, I thought, right. Of course I will. Not.
Today I received a letter, paper-form, you know that old-fashioned way of communicating, and whaddayaknow. A long letter (ok, probably pre-produced but still) sent to me personally saying how difficult it is to monitor all fresh products that Coop sell every day. Which I can understand. And that they were very sorry, and hope that I will remain a customer.
As a cherry on top of the cake, a voucher to the value of ten francs. Well done Coop! And yes, I will remain a customer.
I so wish more companies would take their customers seriously. For now, I will for sure favour Coop before Migros.
That was until I tasted them. They had a strange flavour, like chemicals mixed with something old. And the consistency was like fluid. So I threw them all away. Five francs down the drain (or more accurently in the bio-bag...yes I know, it's another story).
Because I felt cheated I wrote a note to Coop through their website, thinking I was gonna be ignored but to my surprise I got a phone call a few days later asking if the strawberries I bought were "bio". I answered they were not. Normal Swiss strawberries. The woman said I would hear from them via post. Yeah, I thought, right. Of course I will. Not.
Today I received a letter, paper-form, you know that old-fashioned way of communicating, and whaddayaknow. A long letter (ok, probably pre-produced but still) sent to me personally saying how difficult it is to monitor all fresh products that Coop sell every day. Which I can understand. And that they were very sorry, and hope that I will remain a customer.
As a cherry on top of the cake, a voucher to the value of ten francs. Well done Coop! And yes, I will remain a customer.
I so wish more companies would take their customers seriously. For now, I will for sure favour Coop before Migros.
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