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Mar. 30th, 2024 07:09 pm Son number three and granddaughter left at twelve thirty, after lunch, of course. Sausages with pretzel sticks only, but Elsa ate three sausages and managed to cave her bread, leaving the hull as a sort of Halloween decoration on the table. Looked like it was- the big pretzel stick massacre. Hubby was not amused, but the moment Elsa´s father had showed up she was back to being Elsa. Loud, disobediant like the obnoxious child she used to be once. She had been very nice the three days we had her with us, so it surely has to do with her parents´ too lenient upbringing. Son is already talking about leaving her at our house for a whole week in summer...oh dear, this might turn into disaster, if this girl won´t change her sleeping habits! Last night, when she slept in the guestroom with her dad, was such a relief, even though hubby decided to get up when it wasn´t even seven in the morning!
We have strong winds here, the sort of which makes things fly from one side of the garden to the other. And the light outside is yellowish, which is because of lots of sahara sand in the air. At least the morning was still clear- now that the wind direction has reversed, the strange light we could watch from afar has arrived here, too. I took the photos too late, when the light wss already waning, but you can see that the mountain's view is obstrused, and the hills are as if veiled in yellow.
Guests will come tomorrow at twelve just in time for the boys to wreak havoc in the garden at lunch time. Daughter will hopefully make it in time, she´s off with her friends this evening and will take the bus tomorrow. Not a chance that hubby or I will pick her up, there´s a lot of cooking to do, even though soup is already done. Later I will do the potato salad- can someone please tell me the reason why even my potatoes are doing as they please? Same size, same boiling time, no piling in the pot, but out of six two potatoes are done, two half done and two will have to undergo another bath in hot water now that I have peeled them. I also was doing some writing today which did not involve emails to Amazon, son or the one friend, who does not do mobiles but has a PC. I am so proud of myself!
We have strong winds here, the sort of which makes things fly from one side of the garden to the other. And the light outside is yellowish, which is because of lots of sahara sand in the air. At least the morning was still clear- now that the wind direction has reversed, the strange light we could watch from afar has arrived here, too. I took the photos too late, when the light wss already waning, but you can see that the mountain's view is obstrused, and the hills are as if veiled in yellow.
Guests will come tomorrow at twelve just in time for the boys to wreak havoc in the garden at lunch time. Daughter will hopefully make it in time, she´s off with her friends this evening and will take the bus tomorrow. Not a chance that hubby or I will pick her up, there´s a lot of cooking to do, even though soup is already done. Later I will do the potato salad- can someone please tell me the reason why even my potatoes are doing as they please? Same size, same boiling time, no piling in the pot, but out of six two potatoes are done, two half done and two will have to undergo another bath in hot water now that I have peeled them. I also was doing some writing today which did not involve emails to Amazon, son or the one friend, who does not do mobiles but has a PC. I am so proud of myself!
