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noadvertising) wrote2026-04-18 05:12 pm
noadvertising) wrote2026-04-18 05:12 pm
No rest for the wicked!
The pour souls started hammering at ten to seven in the morning. Hubby gave up on sleeping, I was more resilient, stayed in bed and did a bit of reading. As much as I love most sounds coming from outside- cars, trucks and planes alike- but hammering does definitely not fall into this category! Hubby was off soon after breakfast to pick Cassian up for swimming lessons, together with his father, who'd do weekend grocery shopping beyond the border. Then both got brought to the toy museum in Salzburg for a birthday party.
After doing some housework I had enough, dressed and left, too. Spent a lot of time in a local garden centre, which offers profound advising- not found too often nowadays. I bought fertiliser for the lemon trees and the hydrangeas, because the use of coffee dregs won't be enough. Thought so already, when the leaves of the lemon trees started to turn yellowish. I should not have gifted all my big flower pots to number three- the prices for pots of this size have gone through the roof, ugly plastic ones cost more now than beautiful ceramic ware had cost not that long ago! And the rabid ex-carrot is still on the way to wreaking even more havoc and make prices rise...
Hubby only came back when I was already at home, having coffee and doing a tricky sudoku. He showed me frozen Chinese noodles he had found in the freezer, which he thought would be okay for lunch. Then he did some calculations (he is planning a new project concerning our terrace) and left again. Soon after, a distinct soupy smell wafted into the living room, and I thought Who the heck is cooking lunch at such an early time, which soon turned into That wasn't hubby warming the noodles, or was he? I stormed into the kitchen and found that husband mine had put the noodles in a pot, which he placed on the electric stove turned on then left. That man has a memory like a goldfish!
I saved our lunch-to-be, opened the window to let the soupy smell out (got me hungry) and noticed that ants were back. Hubby will have to put his sugary drinks into the fridge from now on!
In the afternoon hubby mowed and verticutted the lawn (I love that smell of freshly cut grass!)- the next three days will be rainy ones, which is good for the grass to grow back. Hubby even drove to the DIY market for lawn fertiliser- just before the shop closed at four in the afternoon. Opening hours here are ridiculous, especially on Saturdays!
BTW: Hammering and drilling was still on at five in the afternoon. Now I am anxiously awaiting what tomorrow will bring. Bad enough that idiot neighbour will start his weekly family work show at ten minutes to ten...
After doing some housework I had enough, dressed and left, too. Spent a lot of time in a local garden centre, which offers profound advising- not found too often nowadays. I bought fertiliser for the lemon trees and the hydrangeas, because the use of coffee dregs won't be enough. Thought so already, when the leaves of the lemon trees started to turn yellowish. I should not have gifted all my big flower pots to number three- the prices for pots of this size have gone through the roof, ugly plastic ones cost more now than beautiful ceramic ware had cost not that long ago! And the rabid ex-carrot is still on the way to wreaking even more havoc and make prices rise...
Hubby only came back when I was already at home, having coffee and doing a tricky sudoku. He showed me frozen Chinese noodles he had found in the freezer, which he thought would be okay for lunch. Then he did some calculations (he is planning a new project concerning our terrace) and left again. Soon after, a distinct soupy smell wafted into the living room, and I thought Who the heck is cooking lunch at such an early time, which soon turned into That wasn't hubby warming the noodles, or was he? I stormed into the kitchen and found that husband mine had put the noodles in a pot, which he placed on the electric stove turned on then left. That man has a memory like a goldfish!
I saved our lunch-to-be, opened the window to let the soupy smell out (got me hungry) and noticed that ants were back. Hubby will have to put his sugary drinks into the fridge from now on!
In the afternoon hubby mowed and verticutted the lawn (I love that smell of freshly cut grass!)- the next three days will be rainy ones, which is good for the grass to grow back. Hubby even drove to the DIY market for lawn fertiliser- just before the shop closed at four in the afternoon. Opening hours here are ridiculous, especially on Saturdays!
BTW: Hammering and drilling was still on at five in the afternoon. Now I am anxiously awaiting what tomorrow will bring. Bad enough that idiot neighbour will start his weekly family work show at ten minutes to ten...