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Not a good day
Aug. 21st, 2024 07:06 pm Dying swan is back, fortunately enough he still wants to be fed. My assumption is that with hubby´s flitting from A to B to C and back again husband mine has picked Covid up. It´s widespread here at the moment, way more than during former summers. So good that the whole family number two was at our house yesterday, and even more so now that Flavius´ insignificant injury has afforded surgery this afternoon.
Good that there were four leftover German ravioli in the fridge I served with onion and cheese (and salad, of course) for lunch. And more coffee and pudding for me in the afternoon, to soothe my weak nerves. I hope that my planned trip to Germany tomorrow won´t have to be cancelled, because Cassian will end up at our house, with mummy at the hospital, son at work for the first time after holiday and hubby sick...
After gaining 23 degrees yesterday weather turned wonky again- it had been raining all night long and most of the morning, and after two hours with sunshine rain came back. It´s not cold, but not warm enough for August. I jealously read the weather forecast for St. Pölten, which reports 30 degrees and rising from tomorrow on, while here we´ll have two hot days and another crash of temperature from Sunday on. I wonder if our house and pool can get transported to the eastern part of the country. Properties are cheap there, I am sure we might find a suitable piece of land with not too much lawn to maw...
BTW- after lying and resting and drinking tea hubby finally made it to his PC then remembered that he had to go to son´s house and pick things up for DiL, who will stay at the hospital with her son. And he told me finally, that son and he had decided that Cassian will be with us from tomorrow morning on. Son will not take family caregiver leave. Why should he, when hubby is so keen to have the boy, even if he should not get in contact with him because of his cold-covid-influenza? I told him that the boy was to be his problem, not mine. I have a date with a friend and a shopping centre, because on Friday I will have to cater my guests. And I am pretty sure that young Cassian will still be pestering me, at least until Saturday, when his daddy is supposed to be non-working, unless there´s one more celebrated musician who needs to be mollycoddled...
Good that there were four leftover German ravioli in the fridge I served with onion and cheese (and salad, of course) for lunch. And more coffee and pudding for me in the afternoon, to soothe my weak nerves. I hope that my planned trip to Germany tomorrow won´t have to be cancelled, because Cassian will end up at our house, with mummy at the hospital, son at work for the first time after holiday and hubby sick...
After gaining 23 degrees yesterday weather turned wonky again- it had been raining all night long and most of the morning, and after two hours with sunshine rain came back. It´s not cold, but not warm enough for August. I jealously read the weather forecast for St. Pölten, which reports 30 degrees and rising from tomorrow on, while here we´ll have two hot days and another crash of temperature from Sunday on. I wonder if our house and pool can get transported to the eastern part of the country. Properties are cheap there, I am sure we might find a suitable piece of land with not too much lawn to maw...
BTW- after lying and resting and drinking tea hubby finally made it to his PC then remembered that he had to go to son´s house and pick things up for DiL, who will stay at the hospital with her son. And he told me finally, that son and he had decided that Cassian will be with us from tomorrow morning on. Son will not take family caregiver leave. Why should he, when hubby is so keen to have the boy, even if he should not get in contact with him because of his cold-covid-influenza? I told him that the boy was to be his problem, not mine. I have a date with a friend and a shopping centre, because on Friday I will have to cater my guests. And I am pretty sure that young Cassian will still be pestering me, at least until Saturday, when his daddy is supposed to be non-working, unless there´s one more celebrated musician who needs to be mollycoddled...
