I woke up a tad late - way past six. Gave mippies their breakfast, then opened up to let them out. They all strolled out, even Sybil! I sat down for coffee and a smoke, then took the ferals their breakfast. Vimes showed up, as well. I'd been a bit worried, as I hadn't seen him in a few days.
Load shedding again at ten ... no use trying to bake bread or cook before noon. I'm going to make another attempt at another Rösti. I've already squished the cooked potatoes through the Rösti maker ... hold thumbs that I get it right this time, ha ha!
I was saying to my step sister last night that it's quite weird, I can cook a 4-5 course Christmas dinner for any number of people ... but when it comes to the simple things, I mess up.
Best result so far! I used a spatula to squash the potato mix into the pan. I expect if I actually mashed the potatoes, it would work better, but I actually like the texture of them squished through the Rösti maker. And maybe next time make it thicker, as in use more potato mix.
Right, ten to ten ... time to shut everything down. Load shedding for the next two hours. Man this sucks! It really sucks the life out of you ... having to put your life on hold for several hours every single day!
Well, I spent the two hours chopping vegetables. Carrots and cherry tomatoes. I'm getting somewhat tired of those tomatoes - I'm cutting a box every single weekend! This time, though, I just tossed them in the pot with the roast ... all of them. Yes, I cut them, to check for worms or anything else I wouldn't want to eat ...
Sigh ... back to 'update failed'. I'm feeling bleh, too ... no desire to lift another finger, do anything, or ... just nothing. Bread is on the go, roast is on the go - I'll just have to set it for another 5 minutes after the current 60 minutes. I put two cubes of beef stock in, tomato paste, spices ... let's hope.
Mini brought me another gift: a lizard. Still a baby. I managed to catch it and set it free.
Just set the pressure cooker for the final five minutes. I think I'm just going to lie on the bed for a while ... the roast is done, I'll let the pressure release naturally ... bread still has over two hours to go ... I should wash the dishes today ... I don't feel like it. I hate feeling like this ...
Roast turned out awesome. Eating meat perked me up a bit - I realise I haven't had any meat most of this week.
Tenant came for a talk. He feels that he's stuck himself between a rock and a hard place with his two wives situation. He's got the baby now with his ex or first wife, and he's convinced that having them live with him is the responsible thing to do. And his real wife is 'being difficult' - as in: she's not demurely accepting her place as 'second fiddle'.
And basically, if I'm not willing to live with a baby that cries as much as this one does - even he agrees that it's crying more than usual - well, his only solution is to move somewhere else. He doesn't really want to, because he says this is the first place in a very, very long time, where he's really felt at home, but he sees no alternative. Which I think is really, really stupid.
But that's typical male mid life crisis. I told him that there's no pressure from me - he asked me what my deadline is, and I said none. I'm not giving him a deadline, I would much rather he take longer to get to the right answer.
Thing is, since this whole situation, he's a different person. And I can't tell which is true - he's been lying to me ... and you know me: I won't put MY energy into other people's lies. I don't spend time trying to figure out what's true and what's not. The truth always comes out in time, regardless.
And personally, I don't like the man he is now. I preferred the man passionate about his wife. And I also like his wife better than his ex. Because his wife would not have sat down in the sun to watch me struggling to wash the dishes with two badly injured hands - she would have helped! And that pretty much sums it all up. Anyway, he'll have to decide. Pity, because he'll most likely decide to move back to Mamelodi, where he'll be unhappy, and I'll have to mow my own lawn again. Sigh ...
He's being such an idiot! Sigh ...
Anyway, I'll have to find some energy to wash the dishes, pack things away ... do what still needs to be done ... although ... it's a short week, Thursday is a public holiday. So is the following Monday. I'll have time to catch up.
Well, I've done the dishes. And now it's half past five ... not the right time to bath nor shower. Or should I quickly go for it? I really don't want to after eight ... okay, I'll hop through the shower. Better turn off the PC, publish this post, etc. before I shower ...
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