Susanne

I woke up at 6 after going to bed a little too late and decided to skip my morning routine. Instead I lounged in bed and read.

I think I spent most of the day talking with my husband. Also, calling my mother on the phone. The call was very nice but she felt the need to tell me that my hairdo makes me look old. Thanks.

I did finish knitting the shawl but now I have lots and lots of ends to weave in.

Husband got stressed out by cooking again but didn’t want my help. In the end I chopped stuff for the salad and did some clean up. We had an argument all the way through lunch (always everybody’s favorite). Apparently it is fact that making two kinds of tomato sauce, spaghetti and a mixed salad using some ingredients from the backyard and the wood stove not only takes 2 hours, it is also completely impossible to do it without burning the onions and both the spaghetti and sauce already cold by the time the salad is done. And no, you can’t start with making the salad because that would take way longer.

Anyway, the plan is that I will attempt to make the same meal by myself using the wood stove next Sunday. This will be interesting. I will not dig the last of the celery out of the frozen ground, though, because we used that today:

Oh, and we’re also out of olive oil.

After that I sat with the boy while he ate lunch and talked, then talked with my husband again and then he offered to do the dishes, change the BRITA filter and descale the electric kettle. While I went to my studio, did some important admin and then planned the current month and the week ahead.

Then the boy and I were scheduled to do bodyweight training. While I waited for him my husband talked to me some more, I folded some laundry, tried doing Duolingo for 5 minutes but was interrupted three times and then we finally exercised.

I helped my husband order an electric kettle for the annex, my son order two sets of pajamas from two different shops, ate dinner, spent some time online, then started writing this post.

I made myself a cup of tea, did my foot exercises, wrote in my bullet journal, took my spindle out and spun for ten minutes while watching C-drama, knitted a bit and went to bed.

I’m really hoping today will be less exhausting.

Mind you, only to the hardware store.

I got up early, did my complete morning routine and all the usual stuff in the morning including the breakfast dishes, then set out on foot to walk to the other end of town to return the newest living room lamp. The store was packed but the return was completely painless.

Then I walked to the big grocery store and bought all the food again, then walked all the way back. My legs aren’t used to that much walking anymore. I was afraid my feet would start hurting again but so far they seem to be fine. I was wearing my orthotics, of course.

Lunch was wieners and mashed potatoes:

The boy even ate together with us and we had a nice time. Then I took a long break, finally vacuumed the old parts of the house, cleaned the washbasin and toilet in my bathroom and took a shower almost in time for my weekly writers check-in. Check-in was lovely and extremely interesting and I managed to make great progress on the I-cord bind-off for the shawl.

Then I had to rush to meet the rest of the family. Since we still had limes from the week before my husband made the executive decision to have caipirinhas again:

And we had weird little mini pizzas for dinner. We watched another episode of Columbo together, this time my husband actually asked us to pause the show when he didn’t get something which made for a much more pleasant viewing experience. We’re slowly training him to understand that none of us minds pausing the show all the time. When it’s just the boy and me watching we do it all the time as well. I mean, there’s always something to discuss or look up on Wikipedia, often both. (This time it was „what’s a coroner’s jury?“ and „where does the word addiction come from?“ Among other things.)

After that I decided to have a second beer with some cheese and watch C-drama while the boy was taking a shower. I nodded off right in the middle of a Duolingo lesson and went to bed without starting this post or doing my foot exercises.

Today I’ll do the usual Sunday things, get my bullet journal ready for the new month and make all the plans. Bonus points for dyeing my eyebrows and lashes.

Actually, there were two.

I woke up at 6, wrote morning pages (into two different notebooks because one was full; the new one hadn’t arrived yet but I have a smaller one for traveling) and then made a valiant attempt at writing. Lots of thinking about backstory and some research on sofas. Turns out when you write a vampire who is really old (well, several) they also have a lot of backstory. I don’t really want to do too much research so right now I’ll just let it sit and percolate.

I did yoga, I think, talked with my husband briefly after breakfast and then sat there paralyzed because I had too many things I wanted to do.

In the end I went with biking to the hardware store to make another attempt at getting a new living room lamp. It took me ages to decide but finally I brought one back. It barely fit my bike’s rack.

When I opened the box it turned out the form of the fixture would make it extremely hard and unpleasant to mount so I just looked at it briefly and decided to not try. I’ll return that one later today. When I told my husband the story he reminded me that he really likes the current lamp and that maybe a floor lamp might be the answer I’m looking for. We’d have the really bright white overhead light and (hopefully) a warmer, adjustable light. So I ordered a floor lamp with a reading light. I’ll put it in the spot where my current reading light sits. I barely ever use it. Stay tuned.

Because my husband was out for lunch with a friend the boy and I ate frozen pizza. I mean, we didn’t eat it frozen:

I had asked the boy to get us some gummy bears, licorice and yogurt on his way home, so dessert was blue and pink gummy bears. Very fitting to eat mermaid candy while reading about shifters, specifically a merman and an otter shifter.

I am re-reading Gail Carriger’s San Andreas shifters series in preparation for the next book.

My web hosting company replied to my support ticket and told me how to install an SSL certificate. I tried twice but it didn’t work. Ack. I guess I need to try the support chat at one point. It’s offline at the moment, though. Maybe email, no idea.

I felt like I hadn’t done anything all day (always funny that one), taught my two students, changed the sheets on my bed, did bodyweight training with the boy, ate dinner in front of TV (half a bag of potato chips and half a bag of licorice with an alcohol-free beer) watched two episodes of C-drama while knitting, nodded off in front of TV, brushed my teeth, did my foot exercises and fell into bed.

Sleeping for 8 1/2 hours is awesome, by the way. And now I’ll be off to do all.the.things!!

I went into that stage where you feel like you can burst out in tears at the drop of a hat and feel cold in your bones yesterday so I made some emergency changes.

I got stuck with writing, tried anyway but then my husband showed up five minutes in. I did research couches for twenty minutes and started thinking about backstory for my vampire so the day was not lost.

Instead of doing a huge supermarket haul and go to the hardware store for a new living room lamp I instead walked to one of the nearby supermarkets for bread, bananas and toilet paper.

There were many, many conversations throughout the day again. We found out that one of the things my husband does that makes me super defensive and has me blow up regularly is actually meant to soothe.

He made the cabbage stew I meant to cook and it was very good:

Then I ate a pastry on top of that. And a bag of coated peanuts in the afternoon. And a bag of licorice after dinner. Probably 1,500 calories more than I need. No beer, though.

I talked with the boy about vampires and old people and how a person would turn out after actually living hundreds of years if that were possible. Would they bitch at people not wearing proper dress anymore, running around in suits like degenerates without a hat and gloves? Would they end up watching TV round the clock ranting at the screen? Become very zen?

It’s fun to think about. (I decided to make my main vampire only 130 years old so writing him would be easier, by the way. And I don’t want to spend ages researching stuff.)

I had looked forward to watching C-drama all day but never actually made it to the TV, I was just too tired and instead sat reading in the kitchen until the boy came downstairs and said he wanted to take a shower. Then I brushed my teeth, made myself a mug of chamomile and fennel tea, skipped everything but 3 minutes of Duolingo, read in bed and turned the lights out slightly too late anyway.

And today is cleaning day, yeah?

Let’s see, not enough sleep, slow morning routine sans meditation (but yeah writing), endless conversations with husband, some knitting, and then we mounted the new, new living room light.

The good news is that it works totally fine. The not so good news is that this lamp also couldn’t be dimmed or anything because this one didn’t even come with a remote. I know I said I’d learn to live with it but I might just be pissed enough to get yet another lamp. (For the record, there was the new lamp that got smashed, the next new lamp that had a faulty remote and now this one that doesn’t have a remote at all. Even though it should have.) I see a visit to the hardware store in my future and another return. And then another day where we curse and chase fallen screws all over the living room floor in between balancing on stepladders and chairs.

There was a late lunch:

And then teaching all of the students all afternoon with a short break because one student canceled.

After that I waited for the boy to come down for bodyweight training, started doing Duolingo right when my husband was showing up the second time in a row to tell me something, made the mistake to tell him that I had forgotten he had said he’d be back which he didn’t take well, finally did bodyweight training with the boy, which was briefly interrupted by my husband coming into the kitchen irritated that he was disrupting something yet again, ate a quick dinner, then went over to the annex to talk briefly with my husband, then that turned into a 75-minute conversation after which I felt as if both my brain and my eyes stopped working properly.

I started writing this post, made myself a cup of tea, did my foot exercises, read for a few minutes and went to bed.

Today there will be th supermarket run and not quite as much teaching.