Manic Monday
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wiseheartI 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.
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.
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Date: 2020-03-03 09:11 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2020-03-03 09:17 pm (UTC)