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Well, that was a mostly lazy weekend
Nov. 12th, 2012 08:39 amGym on Saturday morning, then grocery shopping and home from there.
Two-hour siesta, even though I'd slept eight hours the night before. (Honestly, sometimes the amounts of sleep I manage do astonish me).
Leisurely cooking -- spicy meatballs in spicy pepper-onion-tomato sauce with a salad of fennel, spinach (raw), green asparagus and basil. The funny thing is, once you get used to not eating starchy side dishes, you really don't need them. On the other hand, I do admit that now, as the weather is getting colder, I occasionally feel like having a plate of pasta or some bread, but fortunately I've got the gluten-free stuff at home, so I'm free to indulge those cravings without any negative consequences. The whole-grain mini baguettes are especially tasty. Yum.
Yesterday was the *really* lazy day, though. Woke up late (according to my standards, i.e. 6.30), had leisurely morning, loooong coffee-cum-chat with Slavica, who had to look after Alexandra's cats, then went down to feed my street cats, went back up and decided that I was going to have a no-sports day. The first since November 1, which is absolutely ok. Had two fried eggs with ham and cheese (and truffle oil), slept another three hours, watched, or rather re-watched, Season 4 of "How I Met Your Mother", went up to Irene's place for dinner, and then we watched the last episode of Season 2 of "Downton Abbey" together.
For those who are familiar with the series: does anybody share my dislike of Bates? I guess the viewer is supposed to like him, but, boy, does he get on my nerves -- too sanctimonious, too slow-witted, too ham-handed. My personal favourite is the Earl of Grantham, even though I'm aware that this is pretty much a father issue, i.e. the kind of father I wish I'd had: authoritative, yes, but also deeply human and conscious of his own shortcomings. I do hope he'll make it to the end of the series. Everybody else is more or less welcome to die, but not the Earl!
"My" street cats must be the best-fed in all of Skopje. A very nice lady from Israel, who lives in the same building, feeds them every night, and I feed them every morning. They get dry food, and the occasional leftovers of grilled chicken. And of course water. Not only does watching them eat make me feel happy, I also don't feel anymore like I'm wasting dry food and mineral water -- whatever my own critters leave goes to the street cats, for whom tap water would of course be good enough, but why not give them the mineral water I'd otherwise throw away.
Today Gorjan and I will probably resume tennis; I haven't been playing since November 2, because the bubbles went up only last week (even with glasses I hate playing outdoors in the dark by floodlight), and when they'd finally put them up, they didn't heat them, which is a no-no.
Speaking of tennis: Elena had her daughter Kalina on Friday! Two weeks early, and it obviously was a very smooth, not overly long birth. Two weeks early, too, so the little lady wasn't as big as she could have been.
OK, time to start pretending to work. This is made easier by the awareness that I'll be on holiday starting next Monday. Two whole weeks! The thought makes me smile even though it's Monday!
Two-hour siesta, even though I'd slept eight hours the night before. (Honestly, sometimes the amounts of sleep I manage do astonish me).
Leisurely cooking -- spicy meatballs in spicy pepper-onion-tomato sauce with a salad of fennel, spinach (raw), green asparagus and basil. The funny thing is, once you get used to not eating starchy side dishes, you really don't need them. On the other hand, I do admit that now, as the weather is getting colder, I occasionally feel like having a plate of pasta or some bread, but fortunately I've got the gluten-free stuff at home, so I'm free to indulge those cravings without any negative consequences. The whole-grain mini baguettes are especially tasty. Yum.
Yesterday was the *really* lazy day, though. Woke up late (according to my standards, i.e. 6.30), had leisurely morning, loooong coffee-cum-chat with Slavica, who had to look after Alexandra's cats, then went down to feed my street cats, went back up and decided that I was going to have a no-sports day. The first since November 1, which is absolutely ok. Had two fried eggs with ham and cheese (and truffle oil), slept another three hours, watched, or rather re-watched, Season 4 of "How I Met Your Mother", went up to Irene's place for dinner, and then we watched the last episode of Season 2 of "Downton Abbey" together.
For those who are familiar with the series: does anybody share my dislike of Bates? I guess the viewer is supposed to like him, but, boy, does he get on my nerves -- too sanctimonious, too slow-witted, too ham-handed. My personal favourite is the Earl of Grantham, even though I'm aware that this is pretty much a father issue, i.e. the kind of father I wish I'd had: authoritative, yes, but also deeply human and conscious of his own shortcomings. I do hope he'll make it to the end of the series. Everybody else is more or less welcome to die, but not the Earl!
"My" street cats must be the best-fed in all of Skopje. A very nice lady from Israel, who lives in the same building, feeds them every night, and I feed them every morning. They get dry food, and the occasional leftovers of grilled chicken. And of course water. Not only does watching them eat make me feel happy, I also don't feel anymore like I'm wasting dry food and mineral water -- whatever my own critters leave goes to the street cats, for whom tap water would of course be good enough, but why not give them the mineral water I'd otherwise throw away.
Today Gorjan and I will probably resume tennis; I haven't been playing since November 2, because the bubbles went up only last week (even with glasses I hate playing outdoors in the dark by floodlight), and when they'd finally put them up, they didn't heat them, which is a no-no.
Speaking of tennis: Elena had her daughter Kalina on Friday! Two weeks early, and it obviously was a very smooth, not overly long birth. Two weeks early, too, so the little lady wasn't as big as she could have been.
OK, time to start pretending to work. This is made easier by the awareness that I'll be on holiday starting next Monday. Two whole weeks! The thought makes me smile even though it's Monday!
