But what do you expect from a Saturday.
The morning went very well, I did everything I wanted to, even opened the manuscript and added a few new words and went for a walk/run:

The woods were full of people and dogs and I had a hard time getting myself to push through the discomfort, so I walked a lot more than planned. But well, I went out and moved, that’s the important part.
When I came home in time for lunch husband was busy cooking and the salad was just a bunch of veggies and herbs on the kitchen table but he sent me off to take a shower. I didn’t even set the table, that was all him:

I was very determined to not extent my lunch break beyond 3 o’clock. Well, until I remembered that I had started playing „Chants of Sennaar“ a few days before.
Ahem.
I have now bought the full version and the game is a lot of fun.
When I came back to reality I only had forty minutes left until my weekly Zoom call, so I did the dishes and that was that.
Zoom was nice and unexpectedly short, so I actually played the piano for once. I tricked myself to the piano by starting with easy scales before transitioning to the Chopin piece I wanted to practice.
I became so immersed that I was a little late for the weekly family watching of ‚Columbo‘ but that was not a problem.
When the boy didn’t show up for our TV date we weren’t surprised. I looked on my phone and there was a text from him saying that he’d be down shortly.
But he wasn’t.
At that point my husband got nervous because he wanted to watch ‚Nabuco‘ from the arena di Verona on TV. I sent a text or two to the boy but he didn’t answer. So I went upstairs only to find his room empty. And his shoes gone.
Oops. We waited some more because he had said he would be there. But he wasn’t.
Well, it turned out that the text had been from the day before, the boy had forgotten that it was Saturday and was vey surprised when I called him on the phone. Because I thought he was lost in the woods while he was sitting in front of his computer. The time when I had checked his room had been when he briefly went out to the supermarket.
In between my husband and I had found out that we could watch Nabuco right away online, we started doing so while waiting for the boy, and twenty minutes in we decided to quit because this particular staging was ludicrous and we both didn’t really care for the music.
I need to get back to Verdi at some point but so far I haven’t found him accessible. I mean, opera is often a bit weird with people standing around on stage singing full tilt about their feelings but, again, why astronauts and a rocket that gets assembled on stage and then carried off? Why a choreography that makes it look like the dancers are fencing? And that doesn’t really tell you which faction is which?
Maybe it would have become clear eventually but I doubt it. The big sign saying „vanitas“ in the middle of the stage should have warned us.
In between my husband talked about the problem he has in working on one of his guitars, it’s the one that has f-holes which mean changing parts inside is a pain. I tried helping him but was too tired and fuzzy-headed to do so, so we agreed we’ll do that this afternoon.
In the end my husband went and watched YouTube videos about guitar repairs while the boy and I watched an episode of ‚Columbo‘, then I had to rearrange the rest of my evening because it was too late for what I wanted to do, I failed and went to bed way too late with a messy kitchen, no list for today and no drafted blog post.
At least I managed to notice we were out of bread and thaw some for breakfast, so that was good.
And now I have to squeeze everything into an already full Sunday morning which is always lots of fun.





