Isn't it amazing how some smell, visual image, music or a situation can catapult you back to a point in time? It can be childhood, 10 years ago or just recently.
I just saw an ad for Drostdy-Hof. For me that is Denmark. Ok, so it's a red wine and it used to be my house wine when I lived in Copenhagen.
My neighbour and I used to order food and wine and heavy stuff like washing powder online for delivery on Saturdays. We lived in two attic flats on the 6th floor. No elevator. As I remember it was 104 steps, 7 stairs. We were cheapos and ordered together, so that we could share the delivery charge :).
And we had a lot of fun. Possibly with the help of Drostdy-Hof...
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Travel with a cat
On the tram today a woman was travelling with a box, holding a cat. The poor thing was miaowing constantly, and I felt so sorry for both the woman and the cat.
It reminded me of my kittens trying to get my attention outside my bedroom door at 6 in the morning.
Conclusion? Miaowing is sweeter in daytime.
It reminded me of my kittens trying to get my attention outside my bedroom door at 6 in the morning.
Conclusion? Miaowing is sweeter in daytime.
Monday, August 29, 2011
Nvidia
My computer has started to act up lately, and had my guru fix it. Or so I thought. Computer still shuts down, always inconveniently, when I'm in the middle of something.
Anyway, clicked on this thing "diagnosing problem" or whatever and actually followed the instructions! Like RTFM!
Installed some beta-version of something called Nvidia. Not the most sexy of names. And now it seems to work. I say seems, since anything can happen still. But for now...it works! Hallelujah!
Anyway, clicked on this thing "diagnosing problem" or whatever and actually followed the instructions! Like RTFM!
Installed some beta-version of something called Nvidia. Not the most sexy of names. And now it seems to work. I say seems, since anything can happen still. But for now...it works! Hallelujah!
Blue?
Two people have recently commented on that I fit in blue, that it accentuates my eyes. I think they are just trying to steer me away from purple, and make me go buy new clothes. Probably getting tired of seeing me wearing the same year in and out.
And I was thinking they were my friends 'cause of my personality!
And I was thinking they were my friends 'cause of my personality!
Saturday, August 27, 2011
One-legged
You know when somebody is having a defect, like acting funny or walking funny or something similar, and everybody sees it but try to ignore it. Nobody wants to seem too interested, 'cause it's not pc.
I ask. But then again, I've never been accused of being politically correct or even diplomatic.
Turns out one of the visitors today was born without a leg. Big deal. I betcha loadsa people were thinking why is he walking funny? Now they know. And it's a no thing.
Except for I'm curious if he moved from a wooden leg to a metal one?
I ask. But then again, I've never been accused of being politically correct or even diplomatic.
Turns out one of the visitors today was born without a leg. Big deal. I betcha loadsa people were thinking why is he walking funny? Now they know. And it's a no thing.
Except for I'm curious if he moved from a wooden leg to a metal one?
Happy family
Once I was part of a family. Happy days. Nowadays I moved from being angry at everybody who has a family, and especially those who don't appreciate it, to be happy for others who has it.
A family.
Here's one and a good one. But of course I had to challenge it. The Mum and Dad are open and friendly. Their son is...how can I phrase it...very Swiss :). But I was assured that he will come around with time. And considering his appearance last weekend in the 60's outfit, I am inclined to believe the Mum.
A family.
Here's one and a good one. But of course I had to challenge it. The Mum and Dad are open and friendly. Their son is...how can I phrase it...very Swiss :). But I was assured that he will come around with time. And considering his appearance last weekend in the 60's outfit, I am inclined to believe the Mum.
Tall and taller
At the party tonight there was this tall couple. I haven't felt this little since I lived in the Netherlands. I first took a pic of them without heads, but they agreed to appear on the blog so here they are. Taller than ever.
Edit: Realize it doesn't show, 'cause there is nothing to compare with, but trust me, they were tall. He 2 meters and she like 1.80.
Edit: Realize it doesn't show, 'cause there is nothing to compare with, but trust me, they were tall. He 2 meters and she like 1.80.
Fashionable
Or not?
I gotta say though, it is fantastic to see somebody who doesn't care about what he looks like. I can so identify.
I gotta say though, it is fantastic to see somebody who doesn't care about what he looks like. I can so identify.
Frog buddha
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, or so I'm told. But gotta say, I'm seriously doubting the taste of my neighbours.
However, the Cardinal beer changes the pic a bit. To the better.
However, the Cardinal beer changes the pic a bit. To the better.
Trash bin on the lose
I have suggested that the neighbours put their trash bin next to their house, and not on the side of the street. Maybe the storm last night will teach them.
Yeah, fat chance that's gonna happen, considering the IQ next door.
Yeah, fat chance that's gonna happen, considering the IQ next door.
Friday, August 26, 2011
Gute Fahrt!
Omg, what an experience today with the boat. Very glad I had support with me.
Got there fine on time, so far no problem. Then trying to tie the boat up, I nearly lost it to the lake. I really do not know how to do these knots properly. Good thing friend did.
Went in to register at the Lake police office, and of course got the old one. There were two hunks just sitting there. Obviously my short skirt helped fuck all. He was extremely unfriendly and most probably a member of SVP who hates foreigners.
He asked for my permit, and I gave it to him in a plastic folder. He said, "no, the permit". So I thought he meant my residence permit and not the boat permit. Turns out he wanted me to present him with the permit without the plastic folder! Then he asked for my "Abgas-Wartungsdokument". Had no idea what he meant, but I had it with me. Only it wasn't stamped! Three years ago I had the engine serviced and got a stamp. That stamp is valid until tomorrow. In April I had the engine serviced again, but didn't get a stamp. Had the invoice though, which was worth nothing according to SVP-member at the Lake police. He really was the most unfriendly person I've met since I signed the contract for my apartment.
So thought lots of bad words, when he all of a sudden came out from behind the counter and said that he'd like to check the boat out. Aha, and I thought he was gonna say that I would have to come back. With the stamp.
At this point I was pretty nervous, and didn't understand when he asked for the "Navigationsbeleuchtung". When I said I didn't understand, he repeated the word instead of just saying that he wanted to check the lights.
He poked around and asked for all the other stuff like floating cushions, anchor, red flag, horn and stuff. Things you are required to have. Everything was in order.
Back in the office he filled in a form, shook my hand and said "Gute Fahrt!". What? Turns out I don't have to come back, and I can drive another 3 months without the stamp. The relief! Now I don't have to go back there for 3 years. That's worth celebrating!
And when I emailed the company who did the engine service, they said to just stop by and they'll stamp my document.
All is well that ends well, but this was a nerve-racking morning!
Got there fine on time, so far no problem. Then trying to tie the boat up, I nearly lost it to the lake. I really do not know how to do these knots properly. Good thing friend did.
Went in to register at the Lake police office, and of course got the old one. There were two hunks just sitting there. Obviously my short skirt helped fuck all. He was extremely unfriendly and most probably a member of SVP who hates foreigners.
He asked for my permit, and I gave it to him in a plastic folder. He said, "no, the permit". So I thought he meant my residence permit and not the boat permit. Turns out he wanted me to present him with the permit without the plastic folder! Then he asked for my "Abgas-Wartungsdokument". Had no idea what he meant, but I had it with me. Only it wasn't stamped! Three years ago I had the engine serviced and got a stamp. That stamp is valid until tomorrow. In April I had the engine serviced again, but didn't get a stamp. Had the invoice though, which was worth nothing according to SVP-member at the Lake police. He really was the most unfriendly person I've met since I signed the contract for my apartment.
So thought lots of bad words, when he all of a sudden came out from behind the counter and said that he'd like to check the boat out. Aha, and I thought he was gonna say that I would have to come back. With the stamp.
At this point I was pretty nervous, and didn't understand when he asked for the "Navigationsbeleuchtung". When I said I didn't understand, he repeated the word instead of just saying that he wanted to check the lights.
He poked around and asked for all the other stuff like floating cushions, anchor, red flag, horn and stuff. Things you are required to have. Everything was in order.
Back in the office he filled in a form, shook my hand and said "Gute Fahrt!". What? Turns out I don't have to come back, and I can drive another 3 months without the stamp. The relief! Now I don't have to go back there for 3 years. That's worth celebrating!
And when I emailed the company who did the engine service, they said to just stop by and they'll stamp my document.
All is well that ends well, but this was a nerve-racking morning!
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Thursday dinner
A thursday evening in Zürich.
And no, I was not playing the pity card to make one of you come with me tomorrow morning for the boat check-up! It was one of you, a friend, who offered to be moral support. Which I greatly appreciate.
Still worried, but less so. Hope I can sleep tonight!
And no, I was not playing the pity card to make one of you come with me tomorrow morning for the boat check-up! It was one of you, a friend, who offered to be moral support. Which I greatly appreciate.
Still worried, but less so. Hope I can sleep tonight!
De hardcore Schwiizer
Haha, hilarious! So now I know what I have to do in order to get a Swiss passport.
Scroll down to "De hardcore Schwiizer". A one-minute movie.
Scroll down to "De hardcore Schwiizer". A one-minute movie.
Bauknecht delivers!
Finally! I dunno if it's been 8 or 9 weeks, but now finally I am the proud owner of a Bauknecht GSI 5972 dishwasher with stainless steel and black on the display. Just hope it works!
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Fashion cats
Zina is still considering whether we should go for cheapo Ikea or the much more expensive Pfister when it comes to a new bed, whereas Zetti had enough. For her a bed is a bed. As long as one can claw into it.
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