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Dec. 3rd, 2023 05:19 pm No, not I, because I still did not join the club of snotty noses, even though I've done all outdoor-decorating barefooted, because I did not find my garden shoes. My last cold is not that far gone that I´d want to go for another one, so I did it in short intervals, warming my feet up again, before I continued working outside. No again, I am talking about hubby, who must have joined the club of idiots, of which we have many in our neighbourhood.
One of yesterday´s goals for me was to bring our terrace into a more Christmassy shape. So I put a lot of garden tools to places they belong, but not the sandsacks and the half-full troughs, which are still residing there- they simply were too heavy. Then I decorated with boughs of fir trees and small coniferes planted in pretty tin pots and decorated them with little Santas, reindeers and wooden stars. Looked very festive! At nine in the morning hubby went outside looking like a Michelin Man- it was minus six outside, too cold for old men, but apparently not cold enough. So while inside the heater was roaring, hubby began to clear a path from garage to terrace. And when I came down from showering, he had put up his scaffolds and the chop saw from son´s neighbour. We are allowed to do work outside from ten to twelve on Sundays- not a minute earlier, and not a minute longer, or the police will show up at the doorstep. There are always those who push the boundaries in their favour but call for law and order, if another disturbs their leisure time! Hubby began to cut. Chippings flew all around, the windows were covered in wooden dust, as were the fir twigs. And all this for a few wooden planks no one needs before next Friday! Besides, the doorsteps to our house, cleared of all things hubby uses to put there (work gloves, umbrellas, caps and some debris from his car) have new decorations now: ice scrapers in green and blue, a big bottle of antifreeze, one snow shovel-and the obligatary gloves, of course. Festive no more, I have to say. Must be very hard to bring those things around the corner, to the outdoor shelves we have for such items! And, just the way our neighbour does, hubby was swarming all over the place, letting the icy air into the house every five minutes, while doing exactly nothing. No- not nothing, but nothing of importance! The only thing of importance was the filling of the bird feeders, and this was what he what forgot about. It was my only tour outside the house today, this time in my garden shoes. I had saved them from neighbour´s dog, put them onto the wardrobe, and found them the hard way, when I dusted the top.
Since I can be a brat, too, I ignored the Bratwurstsonntag (first Sunday in Advent) and did Kaspressknödel with vegetable soup. Hubby saw them, was consternated and began to chop salad. Well, if he wants soup with Kaspressknödel and salad on top, it´s his personal problem. The pot with soup was in plain sight! As an explanation: You can eat Kaspressknödel either with soup or with salad. Seems that hubby wanted both...
One of yesterday´s goals for me was to bring our terrace into a more Christmassy shape. So I put a lot of garden tools to places they belong, but not the sandsacks and the half-full troughs, which are still residing there- they simply were too heavy. Then I decorated with boughs of fir trees and small coniferes planted in pretty tin pots and decorated them with little Santas, reindeers and wooden stars. Looked very festive! At nine in the morning hubby went outside looking like a Michelin Man- it was minus six outside, too cold for old men, but apparently not cold enough. So while inside the heater was roaring, hubby began to clear a path from garage to terrace. And when I came down from showering, he had put up his scaffolds and the chop saw from son´s neighbour. We are allowed to do work outside from ten to twelve on Sundays- not a minute earlier, and not a minute longer, or the police will show up at the doorstep. There are always those who push the boundaries in their favour but call for law and order, if another disturbs their leisure time! Hubby began to cut. Chippings flew all around, the windows were covered in wooden dust, as were the fir twigs. And all this for a few wooden planks no one needs before next Friday! Besides, the doorsteps to our house, cleared of all things hubby uses to put there (work gloves, umbrellas, caps and some debris from his car) have new decorations now: ice scrapers in green and blue, a big bottle of antifreeze, one snow shovel-and the obligatary gloves, of course. Festive no more, I have to say. Must be very hard to bring those things around the corner, to the outdoor shelves we have for such items! And, just the way our neighbour does, hubby was swarming all over the place, letting the icy air into the house every five minutes, while doing exactly nothing. No- not nothing, but nothing of importance! The only thing of importance was the filling of the bird feeders, and this was what he what forgot about. It was my only tour outside the house today, this time in my garden shoes. I had saved them from neighbour´s dog, put them onto the wardrobe, and found them the hard way, when I dusted the top.
Since I can be a brat, too, I ignored the Bratwurstsonntag (first Sunday in Advent) and did Kaspressknödel with vegetable soup. Hubby saw them, was consternated and began to chop salad. Well, if he wants soup with Kaspressknödel and salad on top, it´s his personal problem. The pot with soup was in plain sight! As an explanation: You can eat Kaspressknödel either with soup or with salad. Seems that hubby wanted both...
