breakfast tables
Some may have realized: The W.-factor is growing into a different role these days. Besides helping me to remain on planet earth with both legs, activities include: Sample packaging, picking up flyers (today! hurray!), organizing my boxes, evaluating packaging, commenting on the number of e-mails that I write in which length, and organizing room and stock.
Now, privileged as I am, there are more than one room and quite some shelves to organize there. I have reached a level where I need this help and contrary to rumors the W.-factors does not have to pay for fragrances and is not starving. Thus, one day, I will have a shiny working room with a bench for packing boxes and a TV for watching Simpsons while doing so. As I said before: Privileged.
Cycling France we visited one day an “ecomusee”, a museum of houses that were used up to a few years ago. A few volunteers renovated them and you can get an impression of how life was in the nineteenth and early twentieth century for farmers in France, Brittany.
Not that I wanted to get back there… sleeping in these beds with about 10 children… no way.
But: Live may have become more comfortable but not easier on us. Today’s breakfast table features lots of fibres that you are supposted to eat, maybe a TV in the corner, where you watch CNN, learning facts about life and death, watch the bank stocks tumble to non existence, and the newspaper tells you that eating vegetables may not be as healthy as you always thought.
Picture: Home in Brittany , around 1900, breakfast table, taken by Andy
Picture: Home in Britanny, photo taken at Ecomusée in Britany; the kitchen (front), beds (right side), dining (left side), door to the animals (the photographer’s side)
August 19th, 2008 at 8:17 am
andy…so does “W” stand for wife????
thanks for sharing the fotos from britanny. i would love to go there one day. i hear it is quite beautiful. i look forward to your visit here in the city of angels, how lucky we are!
August 19th, 2008 at 8:46 am
hohoho.. not really. W. - factor stands for Wictory ;-)
no, seriously. the W. is the first letter of my partners first name. W.= Werner
August 19th, 2008 at 12:11 pm
How lovely are THOSE !
la belle Bretagne….
And lovely W., who is indispensable.
I am not an envious soul- but I will envy the West Coast.
Too long since I’ve seen you- or held you.
And i haven’t yet fed you……..
August 19th, 2008 at 12:41 pm
Dear Andy, is a pity that it is impossible to live in that time a little.
I know with all definiteness in what time I would like to live is the period between the first and the 2 World War.
But, times do not choose - In Them live and die…
August 19th, 2008 at 6:21 pm
Dear Vlad, do tell why would you like to live between 2 world wars. I am really curious.
In fact, people would pay not to.
regards, Simone
August 19th, 2008 at 6:35 pm
High Simone
Not speaking for Vladimir, but I can imagine why one wants to live between the wars. The twenties were a time of revolution, fast evolution, women liberating themselves (not in Switzerland) or immense technological developments, of explosions in scientific knowledge, of great changes. Of course, the end of the twenties marked the beginning of the road leading to the next war, the bubble burst and the next years paved the highway to hell.
Dear Vladimir
My preferred time would be: The early sixties! definitely post World War II
Dear Chayaruchama
No reason to become envious. Wait and see ;-)
August 19th, 2008 at 9:42 pm
I love the simplicity in those pictures. I must have missed the news about the vegetables, but since I like vegetables, I’d eat them anyway. Just like coffee, no amount of bad mouthing will stop me from enjoying it. And the scientific community is always reversing their announcements every few months or so anyway. So, I just go with my gut feeling and it usually works out alright.
Now, watching those stocks tumble on the other hand, it hurts, doesn’t it? I don’t check any stats these days, it’s not good for my heart.
Sabina