Still beyond angry ...
Nov. 1st, 2026 03:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
noadvertising ...about hackers. And family. And maybe about a few more things I won´t write about. I was half dead yesterday evening after having to get up so early. As usual, I wasn´t able to fall asleep quickly after being back to bed at four thirty, yet the obligatory reading of fanfic on AO3 won´t happen after the hacker attack, probably not for weeks. It had been such a delight to plow into those fics, even though some of them led to laughing fits beyond control. Yet after a short while I´d put my tablet away and sleep. Now I am mimicking hubby- a windmill discarded in a marital bed. I cannot even fathom how intense hatred towards fanfiction must be to even start such an attack, but the world has gone mad, so...
This morning I got woken by our grandchildren´s war cries- the two won´t fight often, but early mornings seem to be their favourite time to dig up the hatchet. Hubby stormed down to the living room to see what happened, and he was like a rhino in attacking mood. Which also meant that I had to give up on sleeping in. Turned out that the children were hungry, mum and dad were in the guestroom resting and had not allowed their offspring to turn the TV on. An effective way to get the grandparents out of bed and stay in bed themselves! But Matthäus, clumsy as he is, smashed two coffee cups when he wanted to bring them to the table. That sound and the ensuing howling made the parents leave their sanctuary, but only to console their howling child- it was hubby who did the sweeping up. For breakfast we had three different jars of jam- Elsa wanted apricot only, Matthäus raspberry, and hubby ate the one we had the last days, which was strawberry jam, the sort not one of the two will eat. I made me a roll with ham and rolled to the TV nook, being aware that I´d be followed. The remaining of breakfast got spent with chasing sticky fingers off the couch, while hubby, son and DiL had a quiet time. So, family life as usual...
Blessedly the family was off after lunch. For me the time of boxing Halloween decoration had begun, and that´s when it downed on me- some of the decoration DiL had sacked had been mine. Matthäus had been in love with the white baby ghost and the glowing spider (and the singing pumpkin, but that one had been Elsa´s favourite), but that does not mean that those things will turn automatically into his possession. Another lesson learned- mark your belongings off, or they will change ownership without you even noticing it! I won´t even blame the boy- it´s his parents (first and foremost his mum, who did the packing) who should have noticed the error. Well, they did, when they were halfway home and finally started asking questions...
Weather was very wet and cool today. Blessedly no snow, as weather forecast had feared it might come down, but still... I watered the lemon trees and put a foil over them. From tomorrow on the conservatory will be their hibernation quarter again, the Yuccas have to go to the mudroom, the palms will stay on the terrace a while longer. Only the strong survive...
This morning I got woken by our grandchildren´s war cries- the two won´t fight often, but early mornings seem to be their favourite time to dig up the hatchet. Hubby stormed down to the living room to see what happened, and he was like a rhino in attacking mood. Which also meant that I had to give up on sleeping in. Turned out that the children were hungry, mum and dad were in the guestroom resting and had not allowed their offspring to turn the TV on. An effective way to get the grandparents out of bed and stay in bed themselves! But Matthäus, clumsy as he is, smashed two coffee cups when he wanted to bring them to the table. That sound and the ensuing howling made the parents leave their sanctuary, but only to console their howling child- it was hubby who did the sweeping up. For breakfast we had three different jars of jam- Elsa wanted apricot only, Matthäus raspberry, and hubby ate the one we had the last days, which was strawberry jam, the sort not one of the two will eat. I made me a roll with ham and rolled to the TV nook, being aware that I´d be followed. The remaining of breakfast got spent with chasing sticky fingers off the couch, while hubby, son and DiL had a quiet time. So, family life as usual...
Blessedly the family was off after lunch. For me the time of boxing Halloween decoration had begun, and that´s when it downed on me- some of the decoration DiL had sacked had been mine. Matthäus had been in love with the white baby ghost and the glowing spider (and the singing pumpkin, but that one had been Elsa´s favourite), but that does not mean that those things will turn automatically into his possession. Another lesson learned- mark your belongings off, or they will change ownership without you even noticing it! I won´t even blame the boy- it´s his parents (first and foremost his mum, who did the packing) who should have noticed the error. Well, they did, when they were halfway home and finally started asking questions...
Weather was very wet and cool today. Blessedly no snow, as weather forecast had feared it might come down, but still... I watered the lemon trees and put a foil over them. From tomorrow on the conservatory will be their hibernation quarter again, the Yuccas have to go to the mudroom, the palms will stay on the terrace a while longer. Only the strong survive...
