The Unfinished Business

Boyfriend's grandfather had his birthday today. I'd been told this, but I assumed it'd be an evening-y thing. Silly me.

So my plan had been to get some chain oil, maybe convince Boyfriend to buy his own bike lock, see if my package had somehow ended up in the post office and gotten stuck there and get some pictures taken. Who knows, maybe I could even crank out those two application letters to HUK Coburg that are begging to be written. Oh, and our dark laundry still needs doing.

None of this was meant to be, however. The birthday celebration was a noony thing. I was informed of this late yesterday, but there was a faint hope that we'd be back on time to do at least some of it.

I got up around eleven. I know, too late at night, too late in the morning, all my therapists turning in their graves, etc., etc. I'll try and do better next time. Anyway, I showered, got dressed, woke up Boyfriend and had some breakfast. In my head, food and family only happen after at least an hour of idle chatter, and I did not want my first impression to be 'fat, greedy pig'.

Turns out, Boyfriend's family is more efficient than mine. We left a bit after twelve, drove and by the time we arrived, all the meat had been grilled, potato salad and veggies had been prepared, all that was needed was to set the table. Oops. I ate a bit of everything, then politely assured everyone that I was, in fact, full. Several times. Later came ice cream, of which I had one. I had some sparkling water while the rest had cake. I really wasn't hungry.

Boyfriend's grandparents are really nice. I'd met his grandmother before, but now I could actually understand her. We all talked about what was going on, occasionally touching upon the fact that I still have no job after two weeks of searching. I didn't know this was a reason for alarm, but I was once again reminded to apply at HUK Coburg, perhaps go to the apprenticeship-convention in Bamberg this weekend. Okay, I'll try.

After the food, we basked in the sun for another hour before going home. It was four. Okay, maybe the post office was open late, and the bike store is right across from the house. I could at least get some stuff done, right?

Wrong. J. and W. wanted to go look at houses. I don't know why they're looking at houses, Boyfriend doesn't know why they're looking at houses, but, against all logical explanation, they are. They moved last September, after overhauling the entire floor underneath our current apartment, and now want to rent a house with a garden for reasons unknown, and apparently move with one of their children. Unless it's Sis or Boyfriend has siblings he doesn't know about, the thing is confusing the heck out of both of us. So we sat in the car with the sun making us sleepy and the radio trying to keep us awake. In my case, the sun won and I dozed.

We arrived home five minutes after the bike shop closed. Oh, and the post office is not open late at all. Also, could Boyfriend help weed the apartments' parking spots tomorrow? Next, the phone rang. Could one of Boyfriend's friends come over? I didn't see any problem with the last one and no protest was allowed on the former, so I said sure.

My day, so carefully planned, had been methodically deconstructed. The only thing that we managed today was to load the dishwasher and turn it on. Oh well, I'll try again tomorrow.