Walking Geneva

I’ve been NEAR Geneva many times, but never ventured into the city center. I’m so pleased I finally did.πŸ˜ŠπŸ‡¨πŸ‡­

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La Clusaz, French Alps

If you have seen Instagram, we have been in the Alps since Saturday… We are about an hour and a half from Geneva Airport:

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The “Magnum Opus”

Last night, post-dinner, unexpectedly we had a book discussion which I share in part here as it essentially went. Oh, and we were also drinking, you understand, too. The Mrs had a glass of lovely French wine, and I was consuming – of course – a brandy. “Truth in alcohol,” so to speak? πŸ˜‰ *** […]

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Another Valentine’s Is Here

Good morning! Well, it’s *that* day once more: As a man, you suppose you face expectations. What to do? More importantly, what does she expect? Above all, how do you show her how much you care?:

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And Where The Heck Is That Accent From Exactly?

At Swiss border control at Geneva Airport yesterday, I ended up within earshot of a “middle aged” American woman as I heard her explaining herself to the border agent. Apparently he had questioned her as to why she was in Switzerland. She stumbled a bit over words as she replied that she was here for […]

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Black Friday “Fizzle”

We were visiting relatives in Connecticut for Thanksgiving Day and I drove us back here to Pennsylvania yesterday. It was at my mother’s cousin’s. She and her family were so good – insisting on cooking for us and trying to support my father on the holiday after my mother’s recent death. While I was out […]

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Unexpected Interruption

We are on a short break in Devon. Problem is the rental house doesn’t have the promised internet. Arrgh! And getting mobile net on the phone in this rural coastal area is unpredictable at best. I’m sitting outside a shop right now, and just had a pile of emails come thru! I was able to […]

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Off To Amelia

My Dad having now fully recovered from his heart failure back in August, and the implant surgery in December, we felt that after the tough, cold winter he and my Mum had spent in Pennsylvania, that they needed a holiday.

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