Idiotic dreams which I don´t remember
Aug. 30th, 2025 07:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
noadvertising I fell asleep again easily after returning to bed this time and had the most idiotic dreams ever. I only remember the one when I was sent to copy a highly illegal pamphlet- the copying machine was placed at the outside of Schloss Mirabell, in the Mirabellgarten, and tourists were trying to get a look at my copies. I, too, but I was never able to decipher the text. In the early morning I got woken by farmer´s cow. It´s about time to either turn this one into steaks or give her what she´s looking for- a bull. No fun when that darn animal exposes people down the valley to constant mooing. Bad enough that they also have that very persistant rooster who does waking calls at two in the morning! At twelve I left the house to pick daughter up at the airport, while hubby did lunch- salmon, again! I was not amused, because I had forgotten to buy antihistaminics for my allergy. It took me some time to get back home- traffic jam in both directions. Salmon was a bit overcooked. Needless to say that I concentrated on the dill potatoes and left salmon to daughter and hubby...
Sister mine had called at ten in the evening the day before, when I had been in bed already. She wanted to inform me that her family intended to come this afternoon. I was not happy about it, but then there´d be one Leander, my nephew and the only one in sis´s family blessed with humour. Lots of humour even! We had three prefabricated apple strudels, all with raisins to hubby´s horror. Leander must have eaten one whole. My guess was that sis had not served lunch, as she often does. Leander and daughter mine rocked the coffee party by telling anecdotes straight from their working life, some of them where hilarious. For instance the one when the orchester my nephew works had toured and accidentally managed to load the instruments of the local orchestra and bring them to Switzerland. Needless to say that the local orchestra was only able to perform again some days later, when the instruments got returned. Lil and Leander even went to the conservatory to continue with the jigsaw, which ended with all of us searching for fitting pieces but finding none. Six adults in the conservatory were a few too many... The family left at six in the evening, and daughter started a washing marathon for her new clothes. She was not sure if some of them would bleed out. None did, so she can act as she is used to since having lived in NZ- cram all your stuff into the washing machine and see what will happen. A lot must have happened during such washing cycles, because when daughter returned we had to replace most of her clothing- who loves grey-blue on every piece of garment! I think it will not be so different this time- the girls who will start their trip on Tuesday have no clue where to dine but have successfully located washing salons near their hotel...
Sister mine had called at ten in the evening the day before, when I had been in bed already. She wanted to inform me that her family intended to come this afternoon. I was not happy about it, but then there´d be one Leander, my nephew and the only one in sis´s family blessed with humour. Lots of humour even! We had three prefabricated apple strudels, all with raisins to hubby´s horror. Leander must have eaten one whole. My guess was that sis had not served lunch, as she often does. Leander and daughter mine rocked the coffee party by telling anecdotes straight from their working life, some of them where hilarious. For instance the one when the orchester my nephew works had toured and accidentally managed to load the instruments of the local orchestra and bring them to Switzerland. Needless to say that the local orchestra was only able to perform again some days later, when the instruments got returned. Lil and Leander even went to the conservatory to continue with the jigsaw, which ended with all of us searching for fitting pieces but finding none. Six adults in the conservatory were a few too many... The family left at six in the evening, and daughter started a washing marathon for her new clothes. She was not sure if some of them would bleed out. None did, so she can act as she is used to since having lived in NZ- cram all your stuff into the washing machine and see what will happen. A lot must have happened during such washing cycles, because when daughter returned we had to replace most of her clothing- who loves grey-blue on every piece of garment! I think it will not be so different this time- the girls who will start their trip on Tuesday have no clue where to dine but have successfully located washing salons near their hotel...
