On Monday evening I was so tired and exhausted that I just moved everything to yesterday and yesterday was so busy that I forgot.
At least I had gone to bed at a reasonable time. Woke up from the alarm at 6, did my complete morning routine, would have had time to write but didn’t. I guess I have reached that stage where you’re so far away from the story that writing it seems completely unreal.
After breakfast I picked up all the stitches for Clue 4 of the shawl-in-progress. While the boy was talking at me. I decided to leave the dishes for later (again) and went out to the smaller supermarket, two health food stores and the butcher. When I came back home the wood chopping people were already there with their big truck and chopped. This was the pile of stuff to be chopped before I had left:
My husband had spent literally hours carrying it all from the back of the yard to the front of the house. We usually do that together, often with his mother and the boy but this time it didn’t work out. The letter telling us when the whole thing would happen was in the mail after it was all over. But my mother-in-law did call the relevant office, so we knew since Monday after lunch.
I dropped my shopping and went outside. Husband was writing a letter and said he had done enough already, so it was just me and my mother-in-law who kept telling me that women aren’t build for hard labor. Sure. And I don’t really think lifting and carrying a sack full of mulch, especially if I just lift it on the wheelbarrow qualifies. But then when you’re 87 the definition of „things that are too heavy to carry“ is a bit broader than mine.And yes, I am lifting from my legs and am making good use of my core muscles.
After that we had white sausages for lunch. With a beer. To be honest, those sausages don’t really taste like much which is why one definitely needs the sweet mustard and the beer. The pretzels are the part of the meal that tastes the best, by the way:
After that there was a brief break that I spent mostly reading and then it was all teaching all afternoon until 7. After that I met my mother-in-law once more, she had a blinking light on her phone that I managed to stop blinking. Not before I had found the manual on the internet and looked things up, though.
Then there was dinner, the boy came back home from uni and we talked briefly and then I fell into a pretty understandable evening slump.
I started writing this post, did Duolingo, opened the manuscript, watched an episode of „Love is a poison“ while knitting and went to bed.
Today will be a little less crowded but there will be another long teaching day.
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