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Sep. 10th, 2024 05:50 pm I had to get up twice during night because of cramping in my feet. Always get it with cold temperatures. Turned out that it´s about time to finally switch back to a duvet- it was 17 degrees in the sleeping room, not warm enough for a duvet cover only...
Hubby left after breakfast, first to fill the tank up (we will do a visit to number four in Graz this week) then to do grocery shopping. This time hubby outdid himself. He came back with 34!!! jars with pimentos filled with minced meat and minced shrimps and whatever else one can put into those vegetables. The jar originally cost 1,99 euro, today they sold it for 29 cent. Hubby says those jars will make splendid jam jars. Only that we already have jam enough that will last throughout the next years. Oh dear!
Of course, we had a simple lunch consisting of roasted wheat bread and two jars of pimentos filled with minced shrimps. Acceptable, but that´s it...
Just when I went upstairs for a short rest DiL called. The thing is that two days ago son´s tenant had called hubby to tell him that the quince tree in her boss´ garden was to get cut down. Maybe we needed quinces (yes!) or maybe the tree itself (me yes, hubby no- he was not interested in excavating the root stock, which is absolutely understandable). Now guess who wanted the tree now, and who was the one to excavate. And who had to be in charge of Cassian and Flavius. Of course, hubby was ready to do the digging he so had refused two days ago. Before Dil and offspring arrived I had a serious conversation with hubby about his mental condition. And when daughter returned two hours later I bluntly told her that she has a husband thirty years younger than mine, who is in dire need of bodily exercise now and then, and that next time she better make him do the hard work. Then I made myself a cup of coffee and ignored her for the rest of the visit. Hubby meanwhile made himself comfortable on the couch and won´t get up for the rest of the day- back pain is back again. No surprise!
Hubby left after breakfast, first to fill the tank up (we will do a visit to number four in Graz this week) then to do grocery shopping. This time hubby outdid himself. He came back with 34!!! jars with pimentos filled with minced meat and minced shrimps and whatever else one can put into those vegetables. The jar originally cost 1,99 euro, today they sold it for 29 cent. Hubby says those jars will make splendid jam jars. Only that we already have jam enough that will last throughout the next years. Oh dear!
Of course, we had a simple lunch consisting of roasted wheat bread and two jars of pimentos filled with minced shrimps. Acceptable, but that´s it...
Just when I went upstairs for a short rest DiL called. The thing is that two days ago son´s tenant had called hubby to tell him that the quince tree in her boss´ garden was to get cut down. Maybe we needed quinces (yes!) or maybe the tree itself (me yes, hubby no- he was not interested in excavating the root stock, which is absolutely understandable). Now guess who wanted the tree now, and who was the one to excavate. And who had to be in charge of Cassian and Flavius. Of course, hubby was ready to do the digging he so had refused two days ago. Before Dil and offspring arrived I had a serious conversation with hubby about his mental condition. And when daughter returned two hours later I bluntly told her that she has a husband thirty years younger than mine, who is in dire need of bodily exercise now and then, and that next time she better make him do the hard work. Then I made myself a cup of coffee and ignored her for the rest of the visit. Hubby meanwhile made himself comfortable on the couch and won´t get up for the rest of the day- back pain is back again. No surprise!
