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Another day off
Sep. 28th, 2010 08:03 am...before going back to work tomorrow, so as to round off the long weekend I spent with Klaus.
We didn't do a lot on Saturday, because not only was the weather bad, but also because both of us were incredibly tired. So we had a long, leisurely breakfast once he woke up and then went out for a long, leisurely walk a little after noon. It started to rain again, though, after maybe half an hour, and so we changed plans and simply went grocery shopping, returned home, had a beer each, and then three blessed hours of siesta. Thus I only started preparing dinner around 6 -- Klaus had opted for my patented vegetarian Sauce Bolognese, so we ate around 9 and afterwards I introduced him to the pleasures of How I Met Your Mother.
We'd done some incredibly intense talking during the day and the night before, after he'd arrived. Idle chitchat with Klaus is an impossibility, which is one of the reasons why I treasure his friendship so much. It goes right to the core of things right away, and it stays there until all has been said. He's not a psychotherapist for nothing, and I think he's the one person who knows absolutely everything about me, warts and all. Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if he wasn't gay. But I don't think we would've made a good couple. We're much better as friends.
On Sunday we walked down to the tennis court, and he watched my lesson, after which we went on the leisurely stroll we'd planned for Saturday, i.e. along the river to the centre. Weather had gone back to mostly sunny and warm, so that was good, too. Late lunch at Gino's, then back home for another siesta, more How I Met Your Mother, and in the evening we went out for dinner. It was warm enough to sit outside, enjoy great food and talk about life, the universe and everything.
Yesterday we climbed the Vodno. It was as if we'd preordered the weather: around 15° while we went up, and 5 minutes before we reached the top, the sun came out and it got wonderfully warm. I'd slept badly and only little more than 4 hrs, and so needed to sleep a bit when we came home, and afterwards we went to the centre by taxi and did a tour of the old town. Early dinner at Italian place, and back home to watch a bit of Elektra (the opera) and listen to Frau ohne Schatten. We went to bed around midnight, and I bravely got up to make him coffee at 3.30, as he had to catch the Croatian Airways flight via Zagreb to Vienna.
To my surprise I could actually go back to sleep after he'd left, and slept till 7. Still, it was a good idea to take today off work, because the weather is great, and I've arranged to play first with Elena (1 to 2.30) and then with Valentina (3.30 to 5), i.e. walk from one court to the other in the meantime, which takes about 30 minutes, and then have coffee and read a bit at the other club before the next lesson begins.
If Irene wants to have dinner chez moi, I'll have enough time to prepare it. I hope she doesn't resent the non-inclusion in our weekend (she knows Klaus, too, although not that well), but we really needed this time just for ourselves.
Pedicure time now, I think. With coffee and music -- I feel a strong craving for Gounod's Faust, so that's what will accompany the pedicure. Poor Gounod, that's probably not what he'd envisaged for his music...
We didn't do a lot on Saturday, because not only was the weather bad, but also because both of us were incredibly tired. So we had a long, leisurely breakfast once he woke up and then went out for a long, leisurely walk a little after noon. It started to rain again, though, after maybe half an hour, and so we changed plans and simply went grocery shopping, returned home, had a beer each, and then three blessed hours of siesta. Thus I only started preparing dinner around 6 -- Klaus had opted for my patented vegetarian Sauce Bolognese, so we ate around 9 and afterwards I introduced him to the pleasures of How I Met Your Mother.
We'd done some incredibly intense talking during the day and the night before, after he'd arrived. Idle chitchat with Klaus is an impossibility, which is one of the reasons why I treasure his friendship so much. It goes right to the core of things right away, and it stays there until all has been said. He's not a psychotherapist for nothing, and I think he's the one person who knows absolutely everything about me, warts and all. Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if he wasn't gay. But I don't think we would've made a good couple. We're much better as friends.
On Sunday we walked down to the tennis court, and he watched my lesson, after which we went on the leisurely stroll we'd planned for Saturday, i.e. along the river to the centre. Weather had gone back to mostly sunny and warm, so that was good, too. Late lunch at Gino's, then back home for another siesta, more How I Met Your Mother, and in the evening we went out for dinner. It was warm enough to sit outside, enjoy great food and talk about life, the universe and everything.
Yesterday we climbed the Vodno. It was as if we'd preordered the weather: around 15° while we went up, and 5 minutes before we reached the top, the sun came out and it got wonderfully warm. I'd slept badly and only little more than 4 hrs, and so needed to sleep a bit when we came home, and afterwards we went to the centre by taxi and did a tour of the old town. Early dinner at Italian place, and back home to watch a bit of Elektra (the opera) and listen to Frau ohne Schatten. We went to bed around midnight, and I bravely got up to make him coffee at 3.30, as he had to catch the Croatian Airways flight via Zagreb to Vienna.
To my surprise I could actually go back to sleep after he'd left, and slept till 7. Still, it was a good idea to take today off work, because the weather is great, and I've arranged to play first with Elena (1 to 2.30) and then with Valentina (3.30 to 5), i.e. walk from one court to the other in the meantime, which takes about 30 minutes, and then have coffee and read a bit at the other club before the next lesson begins.
If Irene wants to have dinner chez moi, I'll have enough time to prepare it. I hope she doesn't resent the non-inclusion in our weekend (she knows Klaus, too, although not that well), but we really needed this time just for ourselves.
Pedicure time now, I think. With coffee and music -- I feel a strong craving for Gounod's Faust, so that's what will accompany the pedicure. Poor Gounod, that's probably not what he'd envisaged for his music...
