Oh no, not again...

 

Oh no, not again...

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August 10th, 2018

The heat wave is finally gone. Where I live temperatures may drop from 34 to 14 quite quickly, and your circulatory system better be on the functioning side to ride out such temperature differences! Son number four checked out of hotel mama for a visit to Graz, where he intended to prepare for exams in September, and internet at home is wonky at best and the many children outside in the gardens way too loud. This turned out as a complete fail, because during his stay at home internet in his flat in Graz had bid good bye and his flatmate forgot to call the technicians, so son will be back home tomorrow. Son number one brought his family for a last bathing day, which meant I had to fabricate another cake and search for my ear plugs, because Xaver has turned out to be quite demanding these days of real summer. At some point in my life I must have loved babies, otherwise I would not have had five of them, but the constant nagging of Oscar, who does not take lightly that he has gotten a younger brother, the heat and the screeching of the young ones outside made me retreat into the sanctum of my kitchen, where I found a rather small but telling ultrasound image on the table. Hubby said I looked a bit like a fury when I dashed out onto the terrace, saying something that suspiciously sounded like “Who of you idiots was it this time”. It turned out it was number three. So if everything turns out well another baby should be added to the family tree in February, and I might reconsider emigration to NZ, to farm sheep and knit jumpers, leaving only a box address for those at home. To cool down a bit I cleaned number four´s room and pulled in the tube of the air conditioning unit, and what did hop through the opening of the covering? A frog, a very green one! It took me five minutes to get hold of the green menace, because I was searching the floor while the frog was climbing the wall. What I do not get is how that little frog even made it onto the windowsill of the first floor! The walls in the room are smooth and easy to climb, but the house front is rough and even painful to touch! In the evening all was calm and stress-free, because everybody was home then or already resting, and I took a last bath when the wind freshened quite impressively and sent all kind of things flying from one end of the garden to the other. I did not bother with picking up flowerpots and toys, because chances were that everything went back to its original place during the forecasted change of the weather, which came half an hour later. Hubby bravely jumped into the pool and wrestled with the pool covering, looking like the flying Dutchmen in briefs trying to handle his sails during a thunderstorm of epic proportions, while pots and toys went flying back across the garden. Today it is rather cold outside, which is fine with me, for now the house can cool down a bit. And then there´ll be my birthday party and the upcoming trip to Greece, which certainly is not fine, because hubby thinks he will charter a boat to show me his driving skills on water while I prefer to be on firm ground. So wish me luck, please, for a save return! Hubby might look like the flying Dutchman sometimes, but any fool knows that the real Dutchman was not that good at sailing!

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