Roads to Safe Places

My life is not interesting enough to warrant a lot of detail, but here is the gist: 

Monday: We slept in and had a very comfy breakfast together, which was lovely. In the afternoon I had my last lesson for the week! I showed my student what she could do at home to improve, under the erroneous assumption that she'd probably have some time now before the new semester kicks off in February. Wrong. Here, the new semester starts in January directly, and they have an exam at the end of the month. We had a look at the upcoming topics instead. In the evening, Crocky and I planned the rest of the week and lounged around, reading together.

Tuesday: Crocky and I had breakfast together and got some housework done before she headed off to her course and I prepared my lesson for the afternoon. I thought this would be the day of my last lesson, but this was not the case - my student had cancelled on me and I had missed her e-mail. Well. Crocky returned with the groceries and we started preparing dough, but it turned out that the vegetable fat we were using caused the dough to be too thin and too brittle once baked, so instead of six trays of glorious cookies we ended up with six trays of barely done mush that fell apart as soon as we looked at it. It was a complete mess. My attempts at cinnamon stars with sesame mush instead of ground almonds worked out beautifully, though, and I managed to make two trays of these. In the evening, we watched The Princess and the Frog.

Wednesday : What made this day specifically annoying was that the phone kept ringing at the worst possible moments, all day long. It was also the day we had picked to celebrate Christmas together, given that we'd head off to our families the next day. Well. First my brother called, sharing the experience of his driving lesson. It was interesting, but by then, the clock was ticking, because we were baking and Crocky had to leave soon after he called. We had gotten up early and started baking - preparing dough with silly food-colours which caused the dough to look sickly pink, blue and green. After my brother, S. called, enquiring about the wedding.
The cookies turned out well, though, and we ended up with four trays of multicoloured sugar cookies, another tray of cinnamon stars, and two trays of doggie-shaped chocolate cookies for my mother. Crocky had to head off to theatre and a church service accompanied by her choir and I did the doggies as well as chocolate chip cookies, which I knew my family would like. An unidentified number called two times, while I was stuck in the oven and in the shower respectively. Crocky's Dad called just as I was balancing two trays of cookies on top of each other, trying to get them into the living room and I missed him, too. Crocky returned in the evening and we decorated our sugar cookies and fell into bed, exhausted. Shortly after, my brother called, asking about whether I wanted to have soup the next day, then Crocky's sisters, enquiring about her exact arrival time. Blegh, family.

Thursday: Crocky had to get up early to catch her train, and I sat around at home, waiting for my father who had offered to take me with him, since Hannover is on the way for him when he drives to Hamburg, anyway. I studied a bit, did a daily dungeon, hung around, tidied up. We left at around twelve, had lunch together at a little restaurant on the way and arrived at home at around four.
My brother and I decorated the tree, we had tea together, handing out presents, then, a while later, had fondue. In the evening, my brother and I discussed magnetism, tesla coils, and quantum mechanics.

Friday: see  below - as described yesterday.

Saturday: I hung around all day, studying and gaming during the breaks, avoiding the huge, huuuge pile of dishes still left over from our baking escapades.

Sunday - ?? The return of my soon-to-be-wife, hopefully. More studying. Probably doing the dishes.

My life is so damned interesting.