Sep. 5th, 2025

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 During yesterday evening's TV programme hubby and I got startled thrice by gun salutes. More were to be heard when I was in bed. At two in the morning I woke to disco music. Better, what I thought was appropriate disco music when I was young and definitely not in a disco, because I already had a child to take care of. Music lasted until four in the morning. That was when the farmer switched from hosting his birthday party to farmer feeding the cows. The cows will be off towards the end of the year, as will be the farm machinery. Another farmer who throws in the towel. Wish he had done so a year earlier, and Schnuckele the cat might be alive still! It must be strange, sad even- having three children and none of them interested in farming!
Another cold and rainy day- I got up late (discoing does that to an old body), did the usual (breakfast, shower, a bit of housework) then plucked the leaves off the stems of the lovage to do lovage paste for seasoning. The boys love it, I love it, hubby not so much. The poor guy must have had too much of it when living at home. I have to admit that it was some sort of a culture shock to see the huge Maggi bottle placed on the table at husband's parental home. Lag(u)ena? non grata at our home then- my father forbade my mother to buy Maggi, even though it might have added much needed taste to mum's cooking. But lovage turned to condiment paste adds freshness to soups and minced meat I'd say!
Still no crocheting or knitting, but also next to no jigsawing- it simply was too dark to continue because of the darn weather. I did not reach my goal of twenty pieces a day I had set for the first week of daughter's absence (30 during the second week, 40 during the third and so on) to finish the jigsaw of doom. I maybe got ten, if at all. That's also because hubby's ex-colleague came for a visit, the one with the bad-mannered dog. Only that the dog is not bad-mannered anymore but nice. Pico slept under the table for almost three hours, because her owner did not want to leave. Good doggie, bag owner! Hubby as well as I nurtured a growling stomach- we are used to having lunch at two. That's when the lady finally left. Of course, I had to cook lunch then. Good that we had gyozas in the freezer...
At three we had a veritable thunderstorm with strong winds. Temperatures went down to 12 degrees. Today would have been a nice day for shopping, except that it´s the last Friday before school will start and all shops will be swarmed with last minute buyers! It would also be a nice evening to turn the heating on, alas, repair work is not yet finished. One valve is still on the run, the one hubby bought at the DIY market, where strange clients must do a game of change the contents of the boxes. Hubby will have to go back to get the right valve. DIY market says that this has happened quite often during the last weeks. Some people must have a very boring life... Good thing is that only hubby will have to suffer from the cold inside the house, because I will be off at four to meet a friend, non-alcoholic prosecco with me, so that I will be able to safely drive back home in the (late) evening! Idiot clients or not- hubby has had plenty of time to bring the wrongly dimensioned valve back and get the right one! Maybe he read only half of the weather forecast and ignored the two cool days, before a minor heat wave with 26!!! degrees might hit us on Sunday and Monday!

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