06/10/25 One Day At A Time

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 Every day in Lucerne the wind is a little colder, the trees around town and on the hillsides a little more gold.  Leaves collect in corners and scuttle across pathways when the wind blows.  Under cover of clouds and nightfall, the mountains collect another dusting of snow.  Every day I take at least one more picture of the lake, the swans, and the backdrop of mountains.

Today's lake, swan, and mountains.

I'm not cut out to be anyone's personal assistant: paperwork is mind-numbingly rediculous as I wallow in a mire of subcontractors and phone calls and endless requests for the same information I sent yesterday, and I'll stop there lest my  blood pressure rise to unhealthy levels at the memory.*

In between rain showers Roger and I go for walks with Steve around the neighbourhood, clocking up an impressive 10 000 steps, albeit in slow motion and with big breaks in between.

The lackadaisical piano-accordian busker has competition: another piano-accordian busker plays beside the covered bridges with considerably more vim and vigour than Mr Lackadaisical.  He catches passerby's eyes and distributes wide smiles without discrimination.  If I had a franc I'd give it to him but alas, these are the days of tap and go and I've tapped and gone my merry way around Lucerne without so much as touching a franc, let alone having one spare.


I take terrible pictures of a duck I don't recognise.

A red-crested pochard, so Google informs me.  This one is on holidays from France.

That's about it for the day really.  One step at a time.

Details of this day's door: the (fake) keyhole and the knocker.

*OK that's enough about the paperwork.  Let's just take it as read that the paperwork is there, annoying, has to be done, and time is better spent talking about more interesting things.


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