I actually did get enough sleep. Again. But I still had a hard time to get going. I had braced myself to be woken up by men sanding the balcony but when I opened my eyes and heard the sound of rain on the copper windowsill outside my window it was clear that wouldn’t happen.
I was slow and it took me more than an hour before I started writing morning pages. My husband showed up and I wasn’t even out of bed yet. And I didn’t write new words, I just faffed about on the internet.
I did yoga and meditated anyway and when I was finished my husband was done with breakfast. We talked a bit and while I was eating I saw that there were still bits of burnt flour from our last pizza stone experiment underneath the oven. Since this was the sixth time or so that I had seen the crumbs I really didn’t want to forget about them again and pointed them out to my husband. From where he sat the mess was invisible because he was looking straight at the oven while I saw it at an angle.
Anyways, he started cleaning right away. I helpfully pointed out the bits he had overlooked which did not go all that well (understandably so) and also there was more mess inside the drawer underneath the oven. At that point he was frustrated enough to give up, and I was still busy eating my muesli so I said I’d finish the cleaning. He left in a huff.
Came back with the vacuum cleaner and left again.
And I learned later that there had been something rather important he had wanted to talk with me about but me being so late and the whole cleaning bit had meant there was no space for it. Which was sad.
I did my usual online stuff and such and procrastinated about the cleaning up to the point where my husband felt it was way too late. Which was not an unreasonable thought but I still got everything done before it was time to cook lunch.
So I cleaned the drawer under the oven, did the dishes and got ready to run errands.
It was super hot and I shouldn’t have taken a raincoat with me. I carried it in my backpack for most of the way but then I needed the space for the groceries. I went and bought yogurt at one supermarket, then bough tea at the tea shop (insert ages of waiting in line while the shop owner talked with a friend whom she hadn’t seen in a while – understandable but still a bit long) and went to the health food store.
When I came back lunch was ready but first I needed to unpack the groceries and put them away. Then we had another misunderstanding where my husband was waiting in the annex for me to tell him I was finished putting everything away and I was waiting for him in the kitchen in front of an empty plate. Fun!
There was asparagus soup:
And spaghetti puttanesca without the anchovies:
Afterwards I read and ate some chocolate.
I briefly contemplated doing the dishes but decided the boy could do them instead. I sent him a text. I didn’t get an answer but by then I couldn’t do anything. My husband had started a load of laundry and I took it upstairs and started hanging it up.
Then I taught two students. In the middle of my first lesson my husband came into my studio, apologizing profusely. He needed help because the computer in the basement where he teaches drums refused to play YouTube videos. Which meant there was nothing they could play to. Oops.
It turned out that the computer he uses is so old that it’s impossible to upgrade the OS or the browser and YouTube refused to work with it all of a sudden.
It said to update Firefox, so I did that (like my husband before me), then I tried Safari (same procedure), then we gave up, he had to try and teach without the videos and I had to get back to my student.
I had planned to hang up the rest of the laundry after my second student but instead I went downstairs again and tackled the YouTube problem. I had also thought about giving my husband my old laptop to use but when I had opened it it turned out to be out of battery. So I recharged it.
In the end I installed Chrome on my husband’s old computer and it seems to be working for now. Phew.
And I even had time to hang the laundry up because I had a student cancel their lesson. And the men working on our balcony showed up at some point in the afternoon as well, I think it was about the time when my husband took half the drum set upstairs to teach in his studio. So my students had sanding noises from one side and drumming from the other.
I taught some more, talked with my husband about some of the things that bothered him, finally ate dinner, did Duolingo, started this post, did the dishes because the boy still hadn’t showed his face, watched a teensy bit of C-drama and went to bed.
And today I’ll see another doctor. And have to leave the house early enough that I can’t dawdle at all.
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