Ordinary day
May. 14th, 2025 05:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
noadvertisingSince daughter had a hard (party) night, we decided to postpone the shopping trip to tomorrow. I did the daily household chores up to the point hubby announced that a former collegue was to arrive soon. I went upstairs, left the undone chores to hubby and took a shower. Can't meet up with people when still not fully functional anyway. I made myself comfortable on the bed and continued reading the Rickman diaries. Came to May 3rd, 2008. Rickman complains about Johnson, McCain, Sarkozy, Berlusconi- God help us, he wrote. Can it get even worse? Oh yes, it can, it definitely can. Look at today! Only that Rickman was spared to have to watch what became of this world, while we still have to live in it and suffer...
This day was an extremely noisy one. First idiot neighbour (showed up at six in the morning, shovel at hand), then renovations at the retired vet´s house, a new roof for a neighbour next street, more renovation work at another neighbour. Only hubby and his new best buddy next door had both finished de-tiling and were watching the ruckus, bored because they were bereft of tiles and could not add to the orgy of noise.
Ex colleague stayed longer than expected. I was already wondering when I'd be able to do daily lunch cooking when she finally left. Phew! That woman is famous for falling sick when she hears a sneeze from an adjacent room. Her first question when I greeted her from the open bedroom window on the first floor was Do you have corona? Would have been a nice opportunity for more sick leave for the lady! Hubby vanished into thin air at about the same time when she left, to toughen his muscles by doing a bike ride and maybe shop for things needed. Like brown bread, of which we need two loafs a week, all eaten by hubby alone. I prefer white bread like toast. Not knowing what I was supposed to cook- hubby had emptied the jars with sugo and chipotles plus eliminated all things I had tested in the morning and found them acceptable- I pulled the toast card. Mixed canned mackerels with herbs, lemon and garlic, put it all on slices of American toast, sprinkled cheese on it, another slice of toast on top, roasted the whole thing, et voilà- lunch was ready.
The washing I had put into the washing machine in the morning was long ready, before husband mine reappeared. Bringing it up from the basement is hubby's job. Plus he was the one who insisted that washing had to be done, because cold front, rain and and and looming. Now all I had to do was wait and see if the clothes would get dry in time! Well, it worked. At four in the afternoon wash was ready to be taken down...
BTW: We did not make it up to twenty, the highest temperature we got today was 17 degrees. Yet being out on the sun-flooded terrace is unendurable at the moment- the white is so bright that I feel as if going blind any moment. Which reminds me that the new tiles will be a light grey- I think I will have to invest in optic sunglasses for summer!
This day was an extremely noisy one. First idiot neighbour (showed up at six in the morning, shovel at hand), then renovations at the retired vet´s house, a new roof for a neighbour next street, more renovation work at another neighbour. Only hubby and his new best buddy next door had both finished de-tiling and were watching the ruckus, bored because they were bereft of tiles and could not add to the orgy of noise.
Ex colleague stayed longer than expected. I was already wondering when I'd be able to do daily lunch cooking when she finally left. Phew! That woman is famous for falling sick when she hears a sneeze from an adjacent room. Her first question when I greeted her from the open bedroom window on the first floor was Do you have corona? Would have been a nice opportunity for more sick leave for the lady! Hubby vanished into thin air at about the same time when she left, to toughen his muscles by doing a bike ride and maybe shop for things needed. Like brown bread, of which we need two loafs a week, all eaten by hubby alone. I prefer white bread like toast. Not knowing what I was supposed to cook- hubby had emptied the jars with sugo and chipotles plus eliminated all things I had tested in the morning and found them acceptable- I pulled the toast card. Mixed canned mackerels with herbs, lemon and garlic, put it all on slices of American toast, sprinkled cheese on it, another slice of toast on top, roasted the whole thing, et voilà- lunch was ready.
The washing I had put into the washing machine in the morning was long ready, before husband mine reappeared. Bringing it up from the basement is hubby's job. Plus he was the one who insisted that washing had to be done, because cold front, rain and and and looming. Now all I had to do was wait and see if the clothes would get dry in time! Well, it worked. At four in the afternoon wash was ready to be taken down...
BTW: We did not make it up to twenty, the highest temperature we got today was 17 degrees. Yet being out on the sun-flooded terrace is unendurable at the moment- the white is so bright that I feel as if going blind any moment. Which reminds me that the new tiles will be a light grey- I think I will have to invest in optic sunglasses for summer!
