Grey and yellow
Apr. 13th, 2026 05:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
noadvertising What was supposed the sunniest, warmest day of the upcoming week turned out mediocre and tainted by Saharan dust. For about twenty minutes around lunchtime we got a bit of veiled sunshine, before yellow-grey was back again. I hate this strange, sickly light!
I got up late this morning (yesterday evening I watched my favourite crime series until midnight then was not able to fall asleep) and got a phone call by DiL2 at ten, who reminded me that hubby was to pick Flavius up after kindergarten for tomorrow´s swimming lessons- why didn´t anybody tell me earlier, and even more, why is it that hubby volunteered, when there´s a mum who does pretty much next to nothing workwise but won´t get her sh.. together anyway? That swimming class will last for the next three months! The rest of the morning I spent with deinstalling Easter. Took me quite a time, even though hubby did the parts where a ladder was involved. The last palm trees got dragged to the garden wall for summer retreat, now I can tidy the conservatory. If I feel like, which I don´t at the moment...
Just before lunch time came another call. Dil, the same one, again. Now she wanted to know if she should enroll their sons for holiday classes: pottery making, making dream catchers and the like. I was flabbergasted- does she really expect us to shuttle between classes? Flavius from eight to ten, Cassian from ten to twelve or something like that? Because the two won´t be able to attend the same classes because of the age difference! Well, I am pretty sure that hubby will volunteer again, because: Only two things are infinite, the universe andhuman male stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former. [for the most part attributed to Albert Einstein]
Instead of after-lunch rest I was browsing for recipes for stuffed pasta I want to make for tomorrow´s dinner (three people, because daughter will be with us, because of another early morning shift). Hubby began too browse, too, came up with ricotta-ramson filling, which I refused immediately. I haven´t done recipes with ransom for a while, since I had to chuck most of the pesto I had made into the bin. Happens when hubby forgets about eating it! I myself am not a big fan of ransom (I substitute it with a bit of spinach for colour and add garlic for taste). So a filling with sour cream, dried tomatoe and Utalien herbs it will be. And since hubby won´t be at home when I will start cooking, he cannot even try to sway me! Go me!
I got up late this morning (yesterday evening I watched my favourite crime series until midnight then was not able to fall asleep) and got a phone call by DiL2 at ten, who reminded me that hubby was to pick Flavius up after kindergarten for tomorrow´s swimming lessons- why didn´t anybody tell me earlier, and even more, why is it that hubby volunteered, when there´s a mum who does pretty much next to nothing workwise but won´t get her sh.. together anyway? That swimming class will last for the next three months! The rest of the morning I spent with deinstalling Easter. Took me quite a time, even though hubby did the parts where a ladder was involved. The last palm trees got dragged to the garden wall for summer retreat, now I can tidy the conservatory. If I feel like, which I don´t at the moment...
Just before lunch time came another call. Dil, the same one, again. Now she wanted to know if she should enroll their sons for holiday classes: pottery making, making dream catchers and the like. I was flabbergasted- does she really expect us to shuttle between classes? Flavius from eight to ten, Cassian from ten to twelve or something like that? Because the two won´t be able to attend the same classes because of the age difference! Well, I am pretty sure that hubby will volunteer again, because: Only two things are infinite, the universe and
Instead of after-lunch rest I was browsing for recipes for stuffed pasta I want to make for tomorrow´s dinner (three people, because daughter will be with us, because of another early morning shift). Hubby began too browse, too, came up with ricotta-ramson filling, which I refused immediately. I haven´t done recipes with ransom for a while, since I had to chuck most of the pesto I had made into the bin. Happens when hubby forgets about eating it! I myself am not a big fan of ransom (I substitute it with a bit of spinach for colour and add garlic for taste). So a filling with sour cream, dried tomatoe and Utalien herbs it will be. And since hubby won´t be at home when I will start cooking, he cannot even try to sway me! Go me!
