Swiss Miss
'I' has come here from Switzerland to escape the cold. Of course it's summertime in Switzerland now also, and she has to go back before winter because of the visa thing, but she's groovin' on Florida anyway.
I was out front chasing and spraying wasps today while 'I' was taking a stroll (I hates waspss's). She was smiling and pushing her little four-wheel walker thingy, sunglasses tilted skyward. She likes wasps about as much as I do, and she complained about a place in her home town, the Swiss equivalent of Deadwood, where wasps even get inside the building because of the lack of screening (she used another word here, like gauze).
She once gave me a magazine for expats put out by the Swiss Foreign Ministry or Embassy or something that would have been total crap except for an editorial and article that had a decidedly political slant to it. I know nothing of the department or ministry or appointment that it talked about, but whoever the editor was, he/she certainly didn't like the direction it (they) were headed. It made me wonder if official US government rags printed overseas did the same thing.
Besides being very friendly, 'I' is quite intelligent and in possession of all her faculties. The first evening I met her we had a lovely chat, and I was quaffing a root beer. She asked me what it was and she laughed. Earlier that week she had been to the supermarket looking for a beer, when she by mistake picked up a root beer and got the shock of her life. I told her what to ask for and a few days later came by to thank me.
Today at lunch I pulled her aside and told her I had a treat for her; Miller High Life, the Champaign of Bottled Beer. Granny has had one so far out of the six-pack, and it put her right to sleep. I'm thinking I've got five left over.
