Adrian bought Qixels for his allowance some weeks ago. Now he wanted more, so all of his savings (plus some extra from me) went towards 3D Qixels and a device for building 3D models.
Ingrid suddenly discovered she has almost no jeans to wear, so we went shopping.
Gone are the days of colourful dresses. It’s all jeans this winter for her. Light coloured, skinny, stretch jeans, with none of that pre-worn hole fashion.
I was struck by a sudden urge to knit something. Preferably something quick and easy that can give rewarding results in not much time. Fraying embroidery on a sofa cushion gave me the answer: I’ll knit a new cushion cover.
(The knitting was half a day of relaxing “work”. Actually attaching it to the cushion turned into several evenings of frustrating fiddly sewing of tight corners, which cancelled out most of the relaxing effect of the first part of the job. I want to make a second, matching cushion, but first I’ll have to think of a better plan for the assembly.)
A fruit and a comic book: perfect afternoon relaxation.
Every time I tell Adrian that he needs to take a shower, there is much wailing and gnashing of teeth. “Do I have to? But I don’t want to! Can you sit near the bathroom so I have some company?”
And as soon as he is in the shower, it’s like a switch is thrown. A trickle of warm water and a washcloth and his own company keep him entertained for a long time. He sits on the heated floor and plays and just sort of talks to himself. Not an awful lot of actual showering goes on in there, I suspect, but he does get some water on all body parts, and the bottom gets a nice long soaking.
Since a possibly broken arm is not life-threatening, our wait at the hospital lasted half the night, in one waiting room after another. The last of my photos is dated 03:28.
In the end no actual structural damage was found. Ingrid is very sensitive to pain. The smallest scratch is “hurts a lot”, and this time it was obvious she was in great pain. But apparently that’s all it was.
Ingrid fell and badly hurt her arm – she couldn’t move her hand and it hurt if anyone so much as put a finger near her hand or arm. We spent the latter part of the evening at the nearest emergency department to get it checked out. By midnight we were still waiting.
There is a travelling Tutankhamun exhibition in town, with replicas of all the contents of his grave.
Beautiful and interesting, especially the parts where the treasures were presented in heaps and piles just as they were found in the burial chamber. But it was all so bright and shiny and clean that it truly felt as fake as it was. It definitely did not feel thousands of years old.
I knew that pharaohs were buried with all sorts of treasures for the afterlife, as well as figurines to act as their servants. And I guess almost everybody is familiar with Tutankhamun’s burial mask. I was not aware, though, of just how many layers of coffins and shrines there were protecting his mummified remains. Inside the tomb were four shrines inside each other, then a stone sarcophagus, and finally three nested coffins. The coffins are iconic and often photographed, but the shrines were new to me.
We went skating.
Adrian is now often the one who first proposes we go skating. Last winter he wouldn’t even try – and now he loves it.
They have outings at school every Thursday, and this week’s outing was a trip to the skating field. Even though the kids got no actual instruction, just skated around, he must have gotten lots of practice – he is so much faster and more confident on the ice than he was last time we were here. Last time he was mostly stepping on his skates; now he is actually gliding.
Those cute penguin skates are Ingrid’s and not Adrian’s. She loves all things cute, and these penguins are just awesome.
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