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noadvertising I got up at seven, fully recovered from yesterday's crafting:), prepared breakfast then got absorbed in today's newspaper. Yesterday evening hubby had been watching the crucial football game against Bosnia, and our team was on the way losing the match. So I poured me a glass of red wine, toasted to our team, which had never disappointed me until now (by constantly missing aims) and went to bed. This morning I read that they made it- one of those tiptoeing sloths had tied the score and the team qualified for the world championship. Where they do not belong. There's a reason we did not make it there for 28 years straight:)) A reason to be exhilatated was the fact that more than half of the watchers in the stadium had been cheering for the opposing Bosnian team. Says a lot about Vienna's population composition! Tickets had been rare, because most of them got bought up by bots in the beginning and slowly trickled back highly overpriced. I don't get it- people paying 600 Euro for a ticket to a qualification match!
After lunch I pulled out every box and every drawer in bedroom and studio. Finally found my jewellery boxes- no pricy jewellery, and most of it never worn, because I am allergic even to platinum, that's why I quit wearing my wedding ring 40 years ago. It took almost twenty years for the scar on my ring finger to become nearly invisible. Finally, after preparing for a tour to Tedi to buy new buttons, I had a last look into the drawers next to my bed. Okay, there's nine drawers, but three are blocked by bedding, two by drugs and toiletries, one by wands and one by Schleich animals grandchildren are playing with. Leaves exactly two drawers I have already searched- or so I thought. The missing buttons were in the middle drawer, hidden in a red box I filled with crafting utensils, when I rearranged the shelves. Box in a box- ha, who'd think of such an idiocy! So I went to the living room and chose those buttons I'd want for the letters. Opened the tiny metal box where I keep sewing needles, and what was in there? The missing 1500th piece of the once incomplete now complete jigsaw. Blimey! I compared form, colour and details- yes, that piece has been at arm's reach- literally- all the time. No, I won't redo the jigsaw to take a better picture of it in all its complete glory- I will put the darn piece into the box and leave in shame. My guess is that the boys have managed to get into the puzzle box, which has been lying around for quite a while, and forgot to put all pieces back. One I found weeks before we even started puzzling and kept it in the chest of drawers in the conservatory. The one in the box I have saved months ago and put it into the needle box, to never look for the jigsaw it belonged to...
In the late afternoon I got two calls concerning the new fig trees. One from DiL, one from her Romanian relative. Both reminded me to cover the trees. They are covered, hubby has ridged them up with soil and leaves, I put a coir mat on top of the ridge, but I am pretty sure the figs won't make it through the winter. It simply turned too cold too soon, and the cold will be staying for a while...
After lunch I pulled out every box and every drawer in bedroom and studio. Finally found my jewellery boxes- no pricy jewellery, and most of it never worn, because I am allergic even to platinum, that's why I quit wearing my wedding ring 40 years ago. It took almost twenty years for the scar on my ring finger to become nearly invisible. Finally, after preparing for a tour to Tedi to buy new buttons, I had a last look into the drawers next to my bed. Okay, there's nine drawers, but three are blocked by bedding, two by drugs and toiletries, one by wands and one by Schleich animals grandchildren are playing with. Leaves exactly two drawers I have already searched- or so I thought. The missing buttons were in the middle drawer, hidden in a red box I filled with crafting utensils, when I rearranged the shelves. Box in a box- ha, who'd think of such an idiocy! So I went to the living room and chose those buttons I'd want for the letters. Opened the tiny metal box where I keep sewing needles, and what was in there? The missing 1500th piece of the once incomplete now complete jigsaw. Blimey! I compared form, colour and details- yes, that piece has been at arm's reach- literally- all the time. No, I won't redo the jigsaw to take a better picture of it in all its complete glory- I will put the darn piece into the box and leave in shame. My guess is that the boys have managed to get into the puzzle box, which has been lying around for quite a while, and forgot to put all pieces back. One I found weeks before we even started puzzling and kept it in the chest of drawers in the conservatory. The one in the box I have saved months ago and put it into the needle box, to never look for the jigsaw it belonged to...
In the late afternoon I got two calls concerning the new fig trees. One from DiL, one from her Romanian relative. Both reminded me to cover the trees. They are covered, hubby has ridged them up with soil and leaves, I put a coir mat on top of the ridge, but I am pretty sure the figs won't make it through the winter. It simply turned too cold too soon, and the cold will be staying for a while...
