Manic Monday

[wiseheart]

I thought today would be the day when I manage some more typing up. Boy, was I wrong!
Otherwise, though, it was a very eventful day. Interesting, too, in the Chinese curse sense of interesting.

First, we had choir practice with the Oldies. Coronavirus hysteria or not, they took their duties very seriously, and we are preparing for several events that will, hopefully, take place in the not too distant future. We sung some Orthodox liturgical stuff, the Magnificat and Misericordias Domini from Jacques Berthier (the house composer of Taizé) and some Hungarian folk songs.

Then I went to the Auchan supermarket because above mentioned hysteria causes the strangest shortages - for example, I failed to find instant yeast in at least four other grocery shops. So I bought a heap of the stuff, just in case. Neither the pharmacy nor the herbal shop had masks, though - see above mentioned hysteria. Mum and I decided to bind thick scarves across our faces if the need arises. *g*

Fortunately, I got a call from a young colleague/dear friend in the early afternoon. Her Dad is a doctor, so she was armed with masks and promised me some. So, tomorrow I'll march into the teachers' room in my former school before choir practice, open her desk drawer and get the booty. I hope we'll never need the things, but it never harms to be prepared.

Getting home Mum complained that the freezer really, really needed to be thawed out as the ice crust inside it looked like an arctic landscape. She was right, of course, I just hate doing it - mostly because one has to work insanely fast, so that the frozen stuff waiting in the normal fridge for the time being won't start thawing out, too. But I decided that what the heck, it needs to be done, so it's better to get over with it. So I transferred the stuff into the normal fridge, put a large bowl of boiling hot water into the freezer and thus got it done within half an hour. It was still a godawful job, but at least I'm free of it for the next couple of months.

Then I finished the last page of the Doll House quiet book: the right side of the laundry room, with the ironing board and other stuff. Now that the creative basics are done, I can start with the slave labour of trimming the pages, bind the book and add the gazillion little extras like more dresses, dishes, shampoo bottles and the likes. And I only have 5 weeks to do it! *groan*

Then I had to dig out some sheet music for G, the choir leader of the Oldies, and photocopy some more sheet music for A, one of the Oldies, and print out even more sheet music for myself because - unlike the majority of the Oldies - I don't have the older stuff. I came almost 4 years later than most.

So yeah, writing of any sort draw the shortest stick again. I didn't even get to solve a single crossword puzzle, so I can't pretend that it was writing, after all.

Comments

[motodraconis.livejournal.com]

How odd that there's a shortage of yeast! I mean, if I get holed up for a couple of weeks from flu, the first thing I want to do while too ill to stagger out is bake bread from scratch... er... not.

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

My oven isn't hot enough to make real bread. It always ends up burned on the outside and spongy in the inside... and that not in a good way. But I can make a mean Hefezopf or little buns that bridge us over bread shortage. I am the person who rather starts to bake than puts on outside clothes to go to the grocer's that's on the next street corner. Crazy, I know.

[motodraconis.livejournal.com]

When I get ill, I'm often so ill I can't even feed myself, let alone cook. If I can't walk out of my house, chances are, I'll be too sick to do much more than drink juice. In the UK house, my kitchen is 2 flights of stairs from my bedroom, and there's been times I simply could not manage the stairs (though luckily there is an en suite loo with a sink for drinking water!)

I have a breadmaker in the UK, which I use a lot when I am back, but even that would be too much for me if I was ill.

In the Norway house, there is a sofa bed with bedding in it (and loo, thank god) on the ground floor, and I've had cause to use it!

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

It must be horrible to become so seriously ill as you seem to time and time again! *hugs*
In my case it is just this stupid, never-ending cold that I get all the time when I'm in draughty or not well-heated places.

[motodraconis.livejournal.com]

I suspect my problem is that I am in fact, fairly robust. Thus I push myself to keep going when I should have rested, and end up crashing.