Do you have Agerasia?

I hope I do!

Ah, nothing like broadening one’s knowledge of vocabulary. It sounds kind of like a disease, but if so, I sincerely hope that I have it. Agerasia that is.

Today’s A-Word-A-Day (https://wordsmith.org/awad/ do join), is obviously no longer widely used nor even known. However it did have its’ origins way back in the early 1700s and is something that we all aspire to: not looking our age as in looking younger than one’s age. They also included a handy way of finding out if one qualifies: (calculate it) I qualify, but could lower it even more if I would eat more fruit and be a vegetarian.

Enjoy and I hope that you have it as well!

Always good for the morale on what has turned out to be a very gray and dreary day on the climate front. And a Monday at that.  Good thing my weekend was lovely!

Two packages of chips, or

A vegan lunch on a German train!

OK so by now I should know better and mostly I always have some chocolate and some nuts with me – as I did this time. However, I also had memories of wonderful lunches in the German trains and as they had posted the fact that there was a restaurant car, we decided to “dine at leisure” and didn’t buy anything during the changeover in Basel.

Big mistake!

First of all, they had a reduced menu card – due to “technical” reasons – now that just about covers everything doesn’t it. There were two vegetarian options, ie cheese sandwiches that came straight out of plastic to be re-heated on their small grill and the same with vegetables. For my son, who is vegan, there was literally nothing, if one discounts the potato chips. He had two and as he is big I am sure that his stomach was rumbling the rest of the ride.

Fortunately that night we were going out with a couple of the nephews. Pickings for vegans were slim – and according to him – not that tasty. Still he could get food.

This is where the older me says “oh for the good ‘ol days”. 

Sunday decadence

It was an extraordinary Sunday, first of all in that I was actually at home and had no meetings, coffees, lunches nor social events planned.

I caught up on the wash; took pictures of the whole house (just another of those projects of which I seem to have a never-ending supply); went next door and caught up with the neighbors. I also actually had breakfast and lunch at home (rather unheard of in my current life) then did decide that we all deserved a treat so headed up to the local bakery and bought “goodies”.

My former housemate and her husband are currently here as their place was flooded in the major storm we had in July – good enough excuse for me!

I divvied everything up into threes, made my coffee and had it outside on my terrace, all the while reading one of my out-of-date magazines so that I can pass it on later this week.

The sweets were truly decadent! It was a very good Sunday indeed.

choclatemousse + St. Honoré

Apple pie

My share of the three goodies

“Wake up sleepy Sally…”

This morning I woke up first too early/late for that night trip to the bathroom, which lead to my abrupt awakening at 7:40 (rather unheard of for me, but as I had no morning appointments I hadn’t turned on the alarm) and a bit of morning sluggishness, normally not me at all.

As I stumbled half-awake down the stairs towards the kitchen and a ritual of honey, lemon juice and warm water, the old song “wake up sleepy Sally” ran through me head.

Why do these bits and pieces of old songs or phrases come to the fore of our minds?

What triggers them? Why do we even still have them in our memory banks? OK so it turns out it was “Wake up little Susie” by the Everly Brothers and not what my mind produced. Or was it “Wake up sleepy Jean” by the Monkees?  Susie???? Who knows – the mind is a wondrous thing.

I was only 20 minutes late for my coffee. And I did finally “wake up” , regardless of Sally or Jean.

my sleepy cats