Incompetency

 Not a day that I won't report about Mister Impeccable´s (vulgo hubby) heroic deeds, which often enough turn into disaster. This morning he got up early, had an early breakfast, which meant he was up to something. At nine he was off to the garage. I thought he'd go cycling, but no- he started terrace improvement, which was supposed to improve the situation on rain days, when the water will swamp the tiles, even though there's a glass roof now. Around ten, when idiot neighbour started his usual Sunday programme (hammering, sawing, sanding and the like), hubby went back in, obviously angry- because the mitre saw would not cut an angle of 45 degrees and he'd have to buy wood putty tomorrow. Oh dear! I took the saw and a wooden board and tested. 45 degrees, what else- one only needs to put on their glasses...
I decided to remain calm, went to the studio and continued with reading. Camus is finished now (happy dance), and Berlin-Alexanderplatz is knocking my socks off the way Ulysses did- namely not at all. Will definitely never get finished!
The day had started with sunshine, albeit meagre one. But around lunchtime clouds came sailing in, driven by cool winds, and at twelve it started raining. I prepared lunch together with hubby- asparagus, potatoes, steaks with cowboy butter. Hubby fed the new blender for testing- it worked well, the butter was smooth and well mixed, there will definitely be a repeat!
After lunch hubby kindled a fire in the wood oven- it was only 19 degrees in the living room thanks to the windows wide open far too long. I went upstairs again and browsed the internet for a knitting pattern for Flavius- he wants me to do something, anything, that belongs to him solely. Poor guy thinks that I am knitting for Elsa and Cassian only, but I distinctly remember having done a very pretty winter cardigan for him. Not my fault that his mother had washed it too hot! It's really hard to find a summer pattern for boys- maybe a sleeveless T-shirt we call Ruderleiberl here. Anyway, I will have to do a trip to my favourite wool supplier beyond the border, where I can get wool at affordable prices, not the overpriced ware they sell in the only wool shop in our vicinity!
Afternoon coffee I did cancel, because hubby occupied most of the dining table with woodwork not cut in the right angle but still usable. It took a while for him to finish, because he could not find the triangle ruler he needed for marking the remaining angles- thank heavens that this man chose a job not involving any technical skills, or the end of the world might be near…
The rest of the afternoon I spent with phone calls- sister mine wanted to know which date for the Camus to watch and the same for the Döblin piece (do I really have to?), with a neighbour who wanted to know why I did not do a stop at her house when she was having coffee in the garden (she already had a visitor, one I do not tolerate well and she knows about this), with a friend who needs company for a trip beyond the border (I think I´ll better go alone, will save me lots of unwanted excitement). See, even phone calls can be stressful, when all you want is quiet. Tomorrow morning will be hectic enough, since hubby has to pick number two up and bring him to the hospital for inguinal hernia surgery- at six thirty in the morning, alarm clock already set for six fifteen. Oh my…