I went to bed too late again and overslept. I think I didn’t wake up from my alarm again but I’m not quite sure. I think I need to change the kind of vibration alarm I use on my smartwatch.
So I was late and that meant I did not open the manuscript in the morning. Which meant no writing the rest of the day either.
Husband and I had breakfast but only talked briefly because there was so much to do. I sorted the dishes for washing up, then it was time to call my mother. We talked about our weeks and losing and gaining weight.
I finished the dishes while my husband was already starting to cook. The plan was red beet risotto with these tiny red beets from the yard. And then he put jasmine rice into the pot and only realized his mistake after. At this point the pot already held onions and butter and cubed red beets so he just went on as usual and when he saw that the rice wasn’t enough he added some risotto rice as well. The food was rather nice but could have cooked a little longer for my taste:
I took a break, shortly contemplated doing something useful but couldn’t and then started overthinking meeting new people. I knew I wanted to wear my new red dress. So, red shoes that give me blisters or black shoes that are too small for my orthotics? Makeup or not? Which jewelry? Sadly, my favorite silver necklace is completely out of fashion at the moment and looks just weird. I have a silver medallion from Iraq that is nice but the chain is too long. Or I could wear the very thin sapphire necklace but from afar that one looks as if I’m not wearing any jewelry at all. And when getting ready for an event I have to confront all the wrinkles, thinning hair and dark circles under my eyes. Also, which bra and undershirt or not?
I went with undershirt but it was bunching up. What I really need is a shift, of course, that would make all dresses and skirts look twice as good. No idea where one gets something like this these days, the last one I bought I got at Woolworth in the early nineties.
We walked over to our neighbor’s house with my mother-in-law with our bottle of wine and jar of homemade pesto. There were lots of people, most of them living in the area, so there was a lot of pointing towards our house and telling people that our garden is just behind those trees over there.
There was very nice cake. I had hoped strawberry season would already be over but no, there were two varieties of strawberry cake and a raspberry cream roll. There was some coffee but not enough for all the guests because apparently their coffee machine was broken and the replacement was very slow.
That was the point where my husband quietly got up, went back home and came back with the thermos of black tea that had been sitting in the kitchen.
There was a lot of the kind of conversations you have when you’re thrown into a meal with people you don’t really know. We did leave after about two hours, just when our hosts grown children started getting rather busy preparing dinner.
We were about half an hour later than expected but I did meet the boy for bodyweight training. I also solved my pull-up (or rather chin-up) problem of not getting anywhere by taking the kids chair from the living room upstairs so I can use it as a starting point for jumping up, getting my chin over the bar and do negative chin-ups.
The boy couldn’t believe I can’t jump high enough to do this without a booster but, well, I can’t.
I might be sore allover right now, ahem.
Then I finally ate dinner, read a bit more in „Sorry I’m late, I didn’t want to come“ by Jessie Pan that I bought on an impulse in the morning, did Duolingo, spun for fifteen minutes in front of TV and knitted a little, made a list for today that includes planning this week and went to bed.
New week, new beginnings!
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