I slept well and woke from my alarm. And I didn’t even have to set it to 6.30 because the boy had decided to skip his first lecture in favor of sleep. Then we had the „the subways aren’t running“-panic again. The third public transport app for Munich that I consulted finally gave us note that the subways were indeed running but also apologized for the fact that most apps didn’t show them. They’re working on it. One question is why a city needs that many apps but that is because there are so many different companies providing public transport.
So the boy left and I did yoga and meditated for the first time in ages. Then my husband and I were sitting down to breakfast together when the boy texted me asking why he didn’t have his train ticket anymore. We signed him up for the special discounted version of the Germany ticket back in October and thought that was it. Spoiler: it wasn’t. So there was a lot of texting back and forth and looking things up and in the end we figured out that he had gotten an email (news about your train pass) with an attachment that said his pass was canceled. In the attachment. Because universities operate on a semester basis, and of course you need to prove you’re still enrolled to qualify for student discounts. Duh. What with all the thyroid surgery and such I had seen that I hadn’t paid for the ticket since April but hadn’t done anything about it.
Which is all fine and good but not what you can tell the ticket inspector. And even if you could the fact that you’re on a train without a valid ticket remains the same, so the boy was written up.
Meanwhile my husband had left the kitchen huffing and puffing because back and forth texts about missing train passes are not appropriate for breakfast. I mean, they aren’t but then we weren’t the one standing on a train being interrogated by a ticket inspector unsure whether you did something wrong or whether you’re the victim of a technical glitch.
So I logged into both the boy’s university and his public transport account, resubscribed to his train pass and was completely sure it would take days to get it going because a human being had to look at it first. Imagine my surprised when the boy texted during lunch telling me he had a train pass again. He had logged in to buy a ticket for his ride back home (no need to get caught twice in one day) and there it was.
I did the breakfast dishes, read a bit, listened to some Schumann (piano quintet in E flat major exquisite) and then went off to fire up the iron and the sewing machine. I pressed some seams, did some understitching, ripped the understitching out again because it looked bad, cut up veggies for lunch, re-did the understitching, took a shower and complained about my husband complaining which made him leave the kitchen table at lunch yet again. He was also angry that I didn’t mince the coriander even though I had promised to do so but I had trouble taking a shower and chopping herbs at the same time. So he did it but he didn’t like it. Lunch was delicious and I spent the time reading a bit more of „Sweet Danger“ by Margery Allingham:
While eating I had to text with the boy again because he had gotten a message that his package had arrived and he was concerned that a can of primer would go off in the heat. The package that had arrived was not the can of primer but instead a book of Italian arias for my singing students. He had used my account to order some stuff and when I ordered it was still set to his name and address so it was accidentally shipped to him. Who lives in the same house.
Anyways. After that I went back to the sewing machine, pinned the two big side seams together on the dress and sewed the first one before it was time to teach. In between I answered half a dozen texts about teaching. Rescheduled lessons and such.
I had a one hour break in between students because of the rescheduling and was totally set on using that for sewing but when I spent some time on Ravelry looking through the forum thread for the Fitton’s Dynamo pattern something caught my eye and I realized that the yarn I ordered wouldn’t be enough. Because I had thought it needed 500 meters of yarn in total when in fact it is 500 meters of each of two colors. Duh.
Good thing I hadn’t finished casting on then. So I went into my stash, pulled out two more colors, decided on one, started the project and ordered more yarn. The same day I also ordered a new thermos because when we take one with us to Verona there won’t be one for the boy as well. And we’re a bit short on tea thermoses anyway. Well. We have the huge one that I use for chamomile tea and the big one that my husband uses for black tea. Also a smaller one that the boy uses for herbal tea and one that doesn’t keep things properly warm for black tea that no one likes. Also, that one isn’t really a thermos and is just open so can’t be used when traveling. With a new black tea thermos we could have one for downstairs and one for upstairs and if the boy doesn’t return it in time for breakfast it’s no big deal.
My plan was to eat dinner in front of TV so I would go to bed earlier. But. Instead I ate dinner in the kitchen while waiting for my evening tea (teabag in mug, chamomile/fennel) to finish steeping, then talked with everybody else, then watched 2 1/2 episodes of C-drama (it’s just really, really good), then was unsure if I should just go to bed or do the dishes first and then ended up starting this blog post while the boy was taking a shower, brushing my teeth at the kitchen sink and going to bed with the kitchen in shambles.
And I thought today would be the tough one.
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