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It started with lots of rain, which lured hubby and me into staying in bed longer than usual. For breakfast we had to turn the lights on to be able to read the daily- weird for the beginning of August. It´s not that we got up at six in the morning! First job of the day was to tip the excess water out of the flowerpots on the terrace- poor dahlias, hibiscus, figs, all of them drowning! Then a friend complained that I must have forgotten about our date. Date? Which date was she talking of? My friend is a weird one. She insisted that I had promised to meet up with her, if I had time. The problem is the if...If you have grandchildren in the house during day you won´t have much energy left for small talk in the evening, and even less if it´s with a complicated person- better grab a glass and pour yourself a glass of wine (or two) and go to bed then to recover. We agreed we´d meet up next week. Should be a grandchildren-free one! I won´t see those fabulous purebred cats then, because those will be back at their owner, but a cat under a bench that won´t come out all day long seems very boring anyway. For lunch I decided to process as many ingredients in the fridge as possible, and sent hubby back into the cellar, because I did not want pork steaks when there was wraps, grated cheese, smoked salmon, ham and more tomatoes straight from DiL´s fridge. Dear God, I do not even want to know which delicacies hubby will be bringing home over the next days (my trips to son´s house will only start at August 10th, when Florence will be off to France). And what did hubby do? He cycled to the grocery shop and brought even more ham. Ah well, toast with ham and water melon juice will suryly be nice for early lunch!
In the early afternoon sun was back, which is good, because now the twice rained-on washing might finally dry up. That´s what you get when you put the drying rack out onto the terrace and forget about it!
I have started project wool-felted shopping bag, albeit tentatively. Wool for felting is what it is, namely wool, which often causes rash on my fingers. The moment it gets too warm I will shelve the bag and wait for cool weather. Weird, but I am pretty sure I won´t have to wait long- the middle of August marks the beginning of early autumn where I live. It might still be warm, but the sun will be off behind the range of hills way too early! Besides, the last years we haven´t been able to use the pool from then on. That´s a new aspect concerning climate change. In the past we had summers that lasted well into September, and our winters had been cold ones. Not much of this left...
Bat cat is better behaved at the moment. She does a cat concert each night to get allowed into the house, but since no one is up at four in the morning she eats the snack we put in front of the terrace door and is off again. No half-eaten mice since then. Advice of a cat-loving neighbour works miracles! Maybe we should feed Schnuckele twenty-four-seven- she just hunted a birdie down. Good that hubby was sitting out and reading- she took her snack into the bushes!
In the early afternoon sun was back, which is good, because now the twice rained-on washing might finally dry up. That´s what you get when you put the drying rack out onto the terrace and forget about it!
I have started project wool-felted shopping bag, albeit tentatively. Wool for felting is what it is, namely wool, which often causes rash on my fingers. The moment it gets too warm I will shelve the bag and wait for cool weather. Weird, but I am pretty sure I won´t have to wait long- the middle of August marks the beginning of early autumn where I live. It might still be warm, but the sun will be off behind the range of hills way too early! Besides, the last years we haven´t been able to use the pool from then on. That´s a new aspect concerning climate change. In the past we had summers that lasted well into September, and our winters had been cold ones. Not much of this left...
Bat cat is better behaved at the moment. She does a cat concert each night to get allowed into the house, but since no one is up at four in the morning she eats the snack we put in front of the terrace door and is off again. No half-eaten mice since then. Advice of a cat-loving neighbour works miracles! Maybe we should feed Schnuckele twenty-four-seven- she just hunted a birdie down. Good that hubby was sitting out and reading- she took her snack into the bushes!
