Archives for July 2018

I have to say yesterday morning seems so far away now that it’s actually hard to remember.

It took me ages to get going but I managed to show up at the doctor’s office half an hour after they opened. Was told to sit down in a little room and wait. Phew. I had to wait a little more than half an hour for the doctor but that is pretty good without an appointment and on a Monday morning.

Doctor who was wearing very distracting red and blue checkered shorts looked at my foot, listened to my story and asked if I wanted an antibiotic. Yep. I got a nice little bandage on my foot as well and went my merry way with instructions to show up again if it wasn’t better by Friday.

Then I went to the pharmacy for my prescription, to the bakery, to the health food store and to the tea shop, as one does.

And back home.

Did the dishes, talked to my husband whom I had barely seen in the morning. We had pasta and homemade arugula pesto for lunch:

I’m still not all that happy with that pesto but my husband loves it. I did start to take the antibiotics.

Then I taught two students, prepared cucumbers for making pickles and did a pile of dishes again. I managed to rest my foot for about ten minutes before I had to go.

Then I went out for Stammtisch and to meet Eliandhra who is in Munich at the moment. Couldn’t have real beer because of the antibiotic but I did have dinner so I could take that pill so that’s alright.

I went home and got here around 11.30 which means that I didn’t get quite enough sleep but that’s okay. The bandage looks a little worse for wear, I don’t think it was meant to be walked on for more than 10,000 steps. It feels as if the foot is getting better, though.

Today I will leave for Munich yet again to meet Eliandhra and tonight I have another student at six. I have firm plans to spend Wednesday firmly planted on my easy chair with my foot up on the ottoman doing nothing.

I am hoping to get back to writing eventually, though.

So yeah, I will definitely try to get a doctor’s appointment today. This is not fun. I’m hoping that I will only need antibiotics.

Another rather slow day yesterday. Had breakfast pretty late (around 8) hung around cooling and elevating my foot while knitting and reading and helped to make stuffed bell peppers (from the garden again):

It was so hot that even my husband didn’t want to eat on the porch.

Then I retreated to my bed and started to get the podcast ready for publication. Then I started uploading the video to youtube. Several hours later it was still uploading, sorry. I will probably publish the podcast some time today.

Then it was time to sit in the room where we keep the TV (we keep calling it the guest bedroom but there is no bed in there anymore) and spin:

Last day of the Tour and I spun the rest of what I had carded a few days before. I have no idea how much I have spun at the moment but I kept a list somewhere. My goal was to finish the yarn for the mystery knitalong and to spin the burgundy merino after that. Which I did.

There is still a lot of merino left to spin but I’m okay with that.

Went to bed on time.

Today, right when the doctor’s office opens I will either call or go there. I hope that I’ll get an appointment soon. In the afternoon I will teach two students and in the evening I will go to Munich to meet people in a pub.

Full day ahead.

This is starting to become a habit.

I didn’t get enough sleep and my foot was hurting so I didn’t go for a run and basically spent the day sitting around with my foot elevated and iced periodically.

I had more cake for breakfast (and now it’s all gone):

My new purse arrived and I really like it but it only has one measly inside pocket and none on the outside. I might have to sew something to hold all my small stuff:

The leather is really soft and nice and it is definitely big enough for what I need. I’ll keep it.

There was chili for lunch:

And leftover champagne. I spent all afternoon lounging around on the easy chair watching the Tour, occasionally spinning a little.

Then I spent the evening sitting there even longer and watching Star Trek with the boy. We had potato chips and licorice for dinner.

I went to bed early. I did not work on the podcast, sorry, that will take some more time.

I did go to bed on time, at least.

Today I will do nothing some more. Also get the podcast ready for publishing. And watch the final stage of the Tour. While spinning.

Exciting, isn’t it?

Woke up as usual, had cake for breakfast and forgot to take a picture. The boy had the first two periods off (well, that was the part where the whole school goes to church that isn’t mandatory) and so he and my husband got up around the same time.

I unpacked my presents:

A card from my mother, a great book from my sister (plus a rather nice card, my mother resents spending money on things like birthday cards), and a drawing by the boy. The flower was from my husband. Apparently those grow in our yard, I had no idea. He also gave me some money with the words, „You are always so strict with your budget so I thought you’d like this.“ He was right.

I loved the drawing:

Then I sat down to knit. In between I pulled out the new bluetooth keyboard I got for my phone and found it covered with the remnants of the black purse that I had thrown in the bin after the last time I had used it. It was disintegrating so hard that I was covered with flecks of black „vegetarian-friendly leather“.

So I took my husband’s birthday present and ordered myself a new black purse. Apparently I’m still at that stage where money can buy happiness.

Then I got ready and decided to mend my orange dress. I was too lazy to pull out the sewing machine and did it all by hand. Sloppily:

Then I taught a student, there was champagne, sandwiches and an omelette for lunch and then I taught some more. Watched the Tour and spun in between.

I was very happy that I only had a few students, it was as hot inside my studio as outside.

In the evening we went out for dinner. It’s a medium-fancy Italian restaurant that we usually like a lot. The food was great but our waiter wasn’t.

When we came they were in the middle of a rush so we were okay with waiting a little longer for our menus and to order. But then the rush subsided and a lot of people who had arrived later than us got their food and left much earlier. Most of them just had pizza instead of a four-course menu, but still.

Ihre was an attempt to calm myself down (the restaurant was rather loud as well, serves us right for going out on the last day of school):

We had an aperitif and then carpaccio made from guinea fowl with baked tomatoes, mushrooms and figs (I was too hungry and impatient at this point to remember to take a picture before starting to eat):

The waiter had forgotten our bottle of wine, when we reminded him he brought a glass of wine, and then he brought the wrong wine first. The boy had mozzarella caprese:

For our pasta course we had panzerotti with mushrooms and ricotta. The boy didn’t get anything at this point (he had ordered no meat course; no idea why they decided to let him sit hungry while we were eating our pasta – the waiter might have forgotten, most likely):

Then we waited for about half an hour again. Another waiter took our empty plates and asked if we wanted anything? We said that we had ordered the menu and weren’t done yet. He was a little surprised. A few minutes later our waiter re-emerged, brought us some more bread while trying to charm us and told us it would only be two more minutes now!

We think that he probably only ordered our meat then.

By then I was not hungry any more and tired enough to want to go home. But we waited a little longer for our veal with mushrooms:

It was very tasty. The poor boy still didn’t have his pasta at this point and I found it interesting that we only got the meat, nothing else. We started eating, our waiter breezed by, saw the boy and said, „Two minutes, only two minutes!“ when he saw the boy didn’t have any food.

Then somebody else showed up with pasta for the boy (he had the panzerotti too) and – mashed potatoes, carrots and broccoli for us.

When I had told the waiter in the beginning that I would like my dessert without strawberries (I really hate strawberries.) he had wanted to discuss this at the end. No idea why he couldn’t have jotted that down and remembered but apparently that was not doable.

So when we were finished with out main course we sat and waited some more (the mood was not quite as nice at that point; behind us a family had started fighting over dinner which was a little distracting as well) then he came up saying, „Dessert!“ Before vanishing again.

We started hoping. At this point I was rather sure that I would get my dessert with the strawberries (mascarpone cream).

Then he came back with his notepad, „What do you want?”

Huh? We had the menu. There was dessert included in the menu. We explained that we had ordered the menu, that I didn’t want strawberries with my mascarpone cream and that the boy wanted just regular tiramisu.

„I’ll go and see if there is any mascarpone cream left,“ he said.

We did manage to convey that we’d rather have just regular tiramisu if it made no difference to him because with our fructose-intolerance both my husband and I don’t do well with fruit.

We got our tiramisu. It was good. The lunar eclipse was in full swing when we left. My husband said, „Next time I’ll just stand in the kitchen and do two courses instead of four and the food will be almost as good but we won’t have to deal with waiting for ages, car and motorbike noises, people’s perfume and cigarette smoke.”

Not to mention that it will be much cheaper.

This has been the first time that we were let down by that restaurant, every other visit was really enjoyable and the food is wonderful.

We walked home and the streets were full of people out to see the lunar eclipse. I looked at the blood-red moon for a bit and then I went to bed to elevate and ice my foot that is still looking iffy and that doesn’t like the heat.

Today I might not go for my run – because of the still infected foot – I will spin for sure and write a little and not do much of anything.

I’m blaming the Tour de France/Tour de Fleece but July has always been crazy around here. School year is almost over.

Phew.

Since I had gone to sleep about an hour later than usual I started the day already slightly behind. I wasn’t the only one, though, the boy overslept. Since he has been coming down for breakfast later and later each day and I refuse to panic about him being late I woke him up just in time. I think. He might have been a little late.

They spent the day tidying their classrooms, so it’s not like he missed a ton of stuff.

I talked to my husband and knitted two rounds on the shawl, then went grocery shopping. This time I managed to find out where they stash the pine nuts. It is with the candy. Of course.

Also I found out that that grocery store has my very favorite kind of licorice in stock all the time! Bavarians don’t do licorice as a rule. It is hard to find around these parts but now I know where to get it and could get it every single week!

I will have to make rules so that I don’t. (Candy is one of the things that my body doesn’t digest well. So I better don’t eat too much of it.)

Then we had leftover lasagna for lunch:

And salad. While I was in the grocery store my husband set off to the health food store because we were out of salad. He has planted some more but it will take more time. (It never occurred to him to call me on my cell phone, of course.)

Then I did the dishes with speed (and the boy helped me, yeah!) and proceeded to record the next podcast episode. (It will probably go out on Saturday, not today, by the way.) I rushed the end a bit because it was time for my student to show up for his customary 15 minutes too early.

Instead he didn’t show at all. As I told you. It is July, things are crazy.

Then I finally taught some students, carded more fiber for my spinning project, wrote a few words and went to bed a little earlier.

Today there will be cake for breakfast and teaching and a very light lunch because we’re going out for dinner! In between I’m planning to spin some more.