Slow Saturday afternoon
Dishes in the sink, a huge pile of clothes to be folded and put away, the day's shopping sitting on the kitchen floor, books and toys on the staircase waiting for someone passing by to pick them up and take them to their usual places, zopf dough swelling in a bowl ready to plait and bake, articles to be edited, emails to answer, book club books to be read, ...ugh, so many things to do, but I don't feel like doing any of them. Slow Saturday afternoon procrastination. If only I could muster up the energy to do just one of those things...
Had to drag myself out of bed this morning, very reluctant to leave my sleepy warm nest. Having to bake first thing in the morning never puts me in a good mood, as much as I may love the results. My own fault, however; although I made the zopf dough last night I was too lazy to bake it (the lure of my bumper box of series 1-9 of the x-files), so I had to bake half the batch early this morning to take to a brunch at Max's school. I made 3 loaves, took 2 to school and 1 to Peter and still have half a double batch left rising messily in my big red zopf bowl in the kitchen. Bruno wants half to make bagels with Max even though its not the proper recipe, but well, at least the shape will be bagel-ish. And I guess I will make the rest into an actual zopf for breakfast tomorrow.
Speaking of Bruno, he is the one-armed man at present. A couple of weekends ago a bus almost ran him over as it was overtaking a cyclist, driving on the wrong side of the road and therefore driving directly towards him as he was on his motorbike coming to a party that we were already at. He swerved to avoid being flattened and fractured his right wrist. Bloody lucky that it wasn't worse. Still, he's in plaster for 4 weeks and can't drive, which is the real killer for him (UI've been doing lots of chauffering to garages and hardware stores...). Only good point is that he gets to work from home a bit for the next few weeks. Poor him!
Last weekend I went with some friends to Madrid and we had a rollicking good girl's weekend (leaving the kids at home with the one-armed man, he coped beautifully for the record). Much shopping and sleeping in was done. The weather was crap so we were forced to shop :) I know, I know, it's a tough life. I came home with 3 pairs of shoes! And Lola is practically living in the pint-sized flamenco dress I brought home for her (cliche, I know, but oh how she loves it). Madrid is a beautiful city, even in the rain.
I got a bit of a shock last week when I got 2 emails from friends who I used to work with, telling me that someone we used to work with had been arrested at our former workplace and charged with some pretty major, major charges. I mean, I knew this guy, not well, but still, he seemed like a good guy and now it turns out that he's not. Worst thing is that it now brings our whole old workplace under suspicion, and considering the nature of the work that goes on there...that's not a good thing. Money, it does bad things, and makes people do bad things for it.
I think I've now mustered up the motivation to go and bake that zopf, seeing as my quiet moment at the table has been usurped by two play-dough wielding 4-year olds, one in a flamenco dress and one small spiderman. Oh yes, I have certainly found the will now...
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