Yeah! And not much more, boo!
I had turned the lights out really late and woke up a few times because there was a mosquito in my bedroom that I couldn’t find. Still, my smartwatch insists that I was totally ready for the day.
I tried doing yoga early and write morning pages but again I picked up my phone at one point and everything took more time than I thought it would and with the piano tuner expected at 8 I just made myself breakfast instead.
The piano tuner came at around 8.15. My husband showed up half an hour later admitting that he had forgotten about the piano again. It’s pretty surprising when you sit there, reading in peace in the morning and then someone starts banging the same key over and over in the next room.
This time we didn’t have our regular piano tuner but his son instead. My husband came to the kitchen at one point very concerned that he wasn’t tuning the same way his father does, in octaves, fifth and fourths but instead kept going from tone to tone in a chromatic scale. I told him that he probably was just adjusting the piano’s regulation before doing the actual tuning. And yes, that’s what he did.
Anyways, having someone in the house meant I didn’t get anything done again. Once my husband came back from his run I did go out to get some ground beef substitute for the boy and pick up my new book, „The Complete Pianist“. The book looks great but is massive. Now I only have to read it.
Meanwhile my husband made duck ragout to go with the special pasta we had brought from Verona. Bigoli are a Venetian specialty that we had never heard of before we went to Verona this year.
The food was excellent. One of the top meals I’ve eaten, ever:
I had a feeble intention of cleaning in the afternoon because my first student canceled but ended up just playing silly games and eating chocolate. I started late and taught until after 7, ate dinner, talked with the boy about video games, did Duolingo and procrastinated the dishes. Mostly because my husband came up to me after dinner and said he had already done the prep for doing the dishes. He has the best intentions and does this to make things easier for me which I appreciate but the way he does the prep is soaking everything and just filling every pot and plate with water, dunking all the cutlery in it. Which means I need to fish everything out again and deal with cold soapy and greasy water before I can finally wash things in fresh, hot and soapy water which is way less icky. Also all the soaking and such spreads all the things out over maximum of counter space which makes everything look like way more work than it actually is.
(I am a big fan of only soaking things that really need it and making neat stacks that take up a minimum of counter space and leave at least one of the sinks completely empty. It is super interesting how different two intelligent people who both value efficiency can go about the same simple task.)
I did get over myself and clean all the many pots and few dishes, then started writing this post and then watched some C-drama even though it was already bedtime.
Oh, and the boy spent quite a bit of time trying to find some video games I would enjoy. I only play the kind where you push a few things around, merge or time manage and are done with the round after five minutes, also the kind where you’re not required to think. He, on the other hand, is the kind of gamer who things nothing of sinking a couple hundred hours into something and plays quite a few that are rather involved and hard to play.
I mean, not that I’m not sinking a lot of time into those silly little games but only ever ten minutes here and there.
Surprising no one I went to bed too late. I’m actually a bit unsure if I should just skip the weekly cleaning this week, a big part of me feels like shrugging her shoulders about the whole thing right now. I guess I’ll see.
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