Better Late Than Never

Ted

Ned




The heat wave is over for now, and we woke up to an overcast, cool day today. Normally, i don't like that, but when i'm working, I prefer it. I have grown unaccustomed to the evil they call "air conditioning" (yeah, that's another one to add to the microwave and Sunday shopping) so while at work, i prefer to have the french doors open rather than turn on the air (one girl at work is sick already because of that beast!) But keeping the doors open creates the ever popular problem of flies coming into the room and i really, but really, hate that, even more than the air conditioner. So you see my dilemma. My boss had walked in on me waving the swatter about while walking in circles around my op and mumbling to myself and the flies and after seeing this, had promised me he would call people to install screen doors with nets! Oh joy! But that was quite a while ago, so while ago in fact that i had given up hope and adopted the swatter which took permanent residence in my op and don't anyone dare, dare! "borrow" it!!



But today, i walked in my op this morning to find it pleasantly cool and fresh smelling, which is the case on any given morning, but today, there was something different. Something was missing. I looked around trying to figure out just what that was and then... it dawned on me: There were no flies in the op! None! So there goes my morning killing spree! Damn! Now, i wondered why were there no flies in the op, and then... it dawned on me! (there was a lot of dawning going on this morning) Could my wonderful boss have finally installed screen doors over the weekend? I walked to the french doors for closer inspection and confirmation of my hopes. Indeed, there they were, the most beautiful screen doors i've ever seen!



The rest of the day was a breeze, literally! So refreshing and ... peaceful! Thanks boss!






WEEKEND UPDATE




Well, there is none. The weather was crappy and Reto had to work Saturday helping his brother expand one of his barns, so i spent my time doing chores, doing Facebook, and reading my book (Memoirs of a Geisha, the coolest possible book .... like...ever!) One of my chores involved me going down to the laundry room, so i saw Bob again. No Rob though. Don't know where Rob was, maybe he went on holidays. And i also met Ned and Ted, Bob&Rob's homeless cousins. I say homeless, because they are the type of slugs with no houslies on their backs. Maybe you can call them naked, but ... Ted's a bit chunkier though, so i don't think the fact that he's homeless has any negative effect on him.



Tomorrow marks the official start of the World Beach Volleyball Championships in Gstaad culminating with the final on the weekend. The little Gstaad is buzzing with activity. The trucks brought in and dumped the sand, the stands have been put up (well, they were up already from the Tennis Tournament but they needed to expand them, since there are about 2,000 more people expected to attend the Volleyball matches), the food&drink tents have been put up, extra patios for all restaurants have been erected and the people have arrived. Such a crowd! I'm happy we're off this weekend, retreating to an idyllic mountain cabin right on the L'Hongras lake, fishing, suntanning, grilling, swimming and beer drinking (not necessarily in that order, although there won't be any swimming immediately following the beer drinking, we're responsible adults....i think) with a couple of friends, and avoiding the big commotion. I guess, you can consider yourself a real local when you long to escape the crowds of clueless tourists, and the mess they create, and the noise, and the hoopla, and did i mention the crowds. Oh, how i love the off season!



Sorry, the pics of Ned&Ted are all the way up at the beginning when you're wondering what the hell is this now all about. I'm still learning this new web site :)