Aquarelles vernissage -Diane Miller
Nice. Got an invitation by artist Diane Miller to her vernissage of her new exhibition Aquarelles in Neuvecelle outside Evian.
Another fellow lover of chickens, roosters, ducks and ducklings... and cats!
Photos by Diane & Brian Miller in their lovely garden with a kitten, chickens, a cat, rooster/s... A bohemian rhapsody of love and comfort. Dear ones.
People are strange
Aren't they? Egotistical people bore me especially those boosting themselves as the caring kind. I keep my distance.
Trying to see the good in everyone though some people REALLY are strange...
Then there are those unique wonderful people like my kids, my real friends (who breathes with me come rain come shine) and lovely people I meet through my work and life. Like Veronica. You are the best! Never forget it! This virtual hug is essentially to you.
Some new books. Hopefully deepen my knowledge and broaden my soul.
Garden furniture in teak
Furniture for the garden.
and Contemporary armchair in teak
SELF by Metchanun Suensilpong.
Carnivore pond plant search
The hammock on the property still resembles a smiling clown.
Sunflowers in Lully on the search for pond flowers... Unfortunately the natural pond was dried out...
No luck at the Geoparc Chablais either though there is supposed to be carnivore pond plants... Maybe next time?
Bladderworts and waterwheels among others.
My son, André, sent me some stuff from Sweden. My new cool G-STAR RAW coat, a cross word magazine, Ekorrens (the squirrel's) ecological chocolate, Frömix (seed mix) I bake home made energy bars spiced with ecological guarana, chili powder/pimento, agave and ginger.
As always Chronopost messed up the delivery... The parcel was lost for two stressful days. Signed by a mysterious "Magie". The Frömix box was tirn so the flax seeds etc swirled like confetti over everything when I opened the parcel which didn't matter a bit as I was so pleased not having lost the for good. Forgotten now. I'm happy, happy!!
Revenge is not for me. My aim is to endure in silence with patience. Staying Zen. Karma calls the evil, greedy, impolite and obnoxious ones.
Mood of the day: ZEN!
Pop-up café on bike. Wheely's. Look out Starbucks...
Mixed up. The dog outside Jardinerie (a kind of botanic) and the fish inside last Saturday.
The sweet drawing my daughter did of "me" here in France.
My uncle with Totte as a kid. I recently lost the silver bracelet with rhinestones (July 14th) that Alfred gave me when I turned eight or nine.
You can see a bit of the bracelet on the pic.
The Fencer & Hero
My son is a fencer at heart. Helps me managing my double life in France and Sweden. Thank you.
Hero, the Californian cat on his 3rd birthday this year, July 24th. Leo, what else?
The pond. H's "precious" is soon put together...
Two of the three goldfishes.
I am a brutally soft woman.
Pics forwarded from twitter @rafsanchez.
Omar Daqneesh is 5 years old and victim of an air raid in Aleppo, Syria.
When will this world wake up from hatred that only hurts the innocent and spread compassion & love instead?
My days besides counseling on phone is taking care of the last little orphaned duckling. The prognosis isn't too good. Hard time breathing and passive.
As it has a hard time balancing with its limp and 45 degree inward "foot" I bought it a little lorry to rest in. Took a liking.
H talked to a vet in Evian (which was considerate of him) and bought "Corylap"?! for "lapin"/rabbit?! Nice thought but no improvement. Wonder if it was a mistake or not?
The duckling still sounds like a broken organ. Poor little orphan.
I put garlic into its water for natural antibiotics/penicillin and try to soothe it. I feel damn helpless.
Full moon in Aquarius
Full moon in Aquarius at 11.27am.
Black Cat Appreciation Day 2016
Hero, the Californian cat Anaïs brought home from the States is of course... black.
As was Kotêk (my first cat), Elvira (one of two cats I shared with my first fiancé) abd Kishji (André's first cat).
"Expect nothing. Appreciate everything."
A Buddha quote.
...is coming up. Ordered a coat from G-Star Raw's new collection.
Tréchauffé on a Sunday afternoon
Sunday afternoon break with a fast visit at H's work, Botanics where H bought some isolation material for his pond and as my favourite Irish Coffee spot was shut. I suggested a plan B so off to Tréchauffé where three valleys meet. A beer and a Swiss apple pie with ice cream... Then return on serpentine roads down to the Boathouse.
Besides the hour spent waiting for H in 29 degrees Celsius at the Botanics (the most exciting thing watching a lazy Playboy? bunny... altogether a quite nice afternoon.
Ever changing... Lake Geneva
Never looking the same. The kaleidoscopic facets of Lake Geneva/Lac Léman.
I love LOOOONGGGG hair. I adore the wind playing and teasingly messing it up. Freedom!
My aim is growing my hair as long and thick as possible to cut it off and donate it for a wig/wigs to people who loose their hair due to radiation treatment.
Swedish from Skåne
The longer I stay in France the more Swedish or "skånsk" I get. My value system of loyalty, dignity and honour grows stronger. We are a small country where a promise is a promise. If not why give it?!
I thought when I met H that we were both "European". Wrong. Such a person doesn't exist. You will always have strong links to the nation you grew up in where you learnt right from wrong, moulded your ethics and put your moral standard. More apparent the older you get.
In my garden...
Resting place between the trees (resembling a bit a smiley face...), some single flowers in my pots, the little ducklings cage, H neat tomato plants and a rainbow over the neighbours place... Some of my mundane daily views...
Have a lovely day!
Brunette at heart. Once years ago I decided to be "blond" for some months. An uneasy experience. I was stopped EACH TIME at the customs at Geneva airport. People treated me like a dimwit and males courted me infront of their girlfriends/wives unashamedly.
H didn't like the change of my haircolour at all though he always stares at "blonds" regardless age.
Pics taken by my daughter while strolling in Montreux, Switzerland.
If you want something to last forever, you treat it differently.
You shield it and protect it.
You never abuse it.
You don't expose it to the elements.
YOU DON'T MAKE IT COMMON OR ORDINARY.
If it ever becomes tarnished, you lovingly polish it until it gleams like new.
It becomes special because you have made it so, and it grows more beautiful and precious as time goes by."
-F. Burton Howard
"Life is too short to wake up in the morning with regrets.
So, love the people who treat you right and forget about the ones who don't.
And believe that everything happens for a reason...
if you get a chance - take it;
if it changes your life - let it.
Nobody said that it would be easy...
They just promised it would be worth it.
Gisele Bündchen catwalking the Olympics
The Olympic Games in Rio has begun. Stealing the show catwalking alone for 500 feet through the arena during the opening ceremony's festivas Gisele Bündchen performed her strutt with bravado.
One of five sisters and having her twin sister employed as her manager.
Mother of two. Her daughter born 2012 happens to be born the same day as my daughter Anaïs. December 5th.
Fondus du Macadam 2016
The town is a living street theatre.
The middle duck of the three that hatched April 29th comes by on its own for food 1-3 times a day. It distinguishes itself by its VERY hoarse "voice". The other one seems to maintain itself perfectly well and stays in the water or swims on to the harbour.
Duckling with a limp
The orphaned duckling born July 4rth has a deformed left leg with its "foot" in a 45 degree angle inwards. It trips a lot and can't run.
I pray it won't matter in water.
It's so cute but each step is a fight for equilibrium/balance. Poor thing.
My main concern is to motivate it to eat. As it it is so still due to its leg it feels depressed.
I still have a hard time mingling with H after the death of the smallest one (born April 29th) and the cutting of the tree. Each day this week something adds up on the bad list.
H folded the steel duck cage outside yesterday evening as he claimed it disturbed the grass...
H destroyed my beige Peak Performance shirt with some product.
Tuesday H was rude and nonchalant when we watched Sergent Garcia (a kind of local Manu Chao) perform on our anniversary not talking to me and walking ten steps ahead of me all the way from the Boathouse to Place de Crète. (This week is "Les Fondus du Macadam" in town.) I returned home on my own after three songs. Surprisingly H had reached home before me?!
In the mornings H can't say Good morning nor Good night... Just a hello and not a word around 10pm when he is turning his back towards me to sleep. No manners. Just this Bam-Bam fashion as a characture of a spoilt three year old who doesn't get his way fast enough.
At 58 H has became a sulking grumpy old fart.
Too bad his birthday June 14th (Yes, the same as Donald Trump's...) is passé...
"Magic is essentially the higher understanding of nature."
"You don't have to like me I'm not a facebook status."
"Our intention creates our reality"
- Wayne Dyer
Lies and lying
I learnt one thing in France. Some people can't stop lying.
"Be bold and mighty forces will come to your aid."
- Basil King.
Kids and REAL friendship
I value true honest friendship found in my beautiful (inside out) grown up kids and rare people I meet on my life path. My precious.
Thank you C and your kids L & V. Some friendship is pure and true. No envy or backstabbing. I owe you.
A good blow job and French
If a French friend tells you to give your husband a good blow job to get money and calls herself a feminist. Is it about being French, culture, character or what?
Just the mere thought is disgusting and below my standards & dignity. Perhaps it was a cynical bad joke? French humour? Or another proof I'm not French enough after 16 years...
1. "Avoir le cafard”
The French have a funny way of showing sympathy. The phrase literally translates to – have the cockroach. And all we wanted to imply was to- be down in the dumps or have the blues!
2. “Casser les oreilles”
Breaking the ears is what it literally means. We use this commonly with reference to loud or harsh noise, bad singers or a nagging people. To make the picture clearer we mean highly irritating.
3. “C’est la fin des haricots”
When translated this simply means, the end of the beans. Yes, you guessed correctly. We do want to say the last straw in English or that’s the end of it. Don’t judge us, we take our love for beans very seriously!
4. “Donner sa langue au chat”
This means to give your tongue to the cat although we mean to give up guessing an answer. Honestly, don’t give your tongue to the cat to understand the logic behind this one. 😉
5. “Boire comme un trou”
This phrase means to drink like a hole and is supposed to mean to drink a lot, like a bottomless well. We, the French probably were drinking like a hole when we came up with the phrase.
6. “Devenir chêvre”
On a serious note, this stands for to become a goat. However, in plain English we mean to be driven mad and this phrase is said to have derived inspiration from goats and their short fuse.
7. “Les carottes sont cuites”
It literally means the carrots are cooked, but we say run simply because the speaker means that the outcome of the situation cannot be changed!
8. “Arrête ton char!”
You could feel really royal if you took this one for its literal meaning which is to stop your chariots. However, you are basically being told to stop bluffing. Nothing royal about that one. 😉
9. “Poser un lapin”
Someone was probably looking at a rabbit hole to escape when this phrase was thought of. Literal translation gives you to leave a rabbit, while actually meaning to stand someone up.
10. “Zut alors!”
Surprisingly, this phrase has no literal translation. Why then did we bring this up? Because the phrase means holy smokes or darn! What better way to conclude the list than with a darn!
"The world is constructed of protons, electrons, neutrons and "groscons".
(Gros cons translated from French means fat bastards/big jerks).
Yesterday August 2nd was the 13th anniversary of our Catholic wedding. Sadly never celebrated nor acknowledged by H.
Bittersweet irony... twice I wed a person being terrified to be nice to me. It's as being human and considerate could infect his system.
"Help - she could think I still love her or want to be with her". And all I want is class and respect. Behaving with ease and being relaxed. Good time for old times sake.
What started out as a love supernova ought to produce smiles and compassion.
It's tacky H cheated on me. We said we would tell if we fell in love with someone else. That we wouldn't go through a sordid banal mundane trivial life.
Still he went to Mallorca with a woman he secretly employed for a week at the bar while I was taking care of my kids and health in Sweden. A bitch he didn't even care about. Just because all the others had had her. So "why shouldn't he".
I figured it all out by the phone bill.
Boring, boring... I'm way passed it but to put me into low class shit, give me the Boathouse out of worry to loose me and today deny it. No standards, character or honour.
I deeply despise the situation I'm trapped in.
Below some of my seagull pics.
New moon tonight in Leo and Mars enters Sagittarius.
Feelings are like visitors, let them come and go.
Mood today... Art by Mark Ashkenazi and Shawna Erback.