our little schoeckl hike made my leg muscles sore today... but that's a good thing.
Manuela's flight was pre-poned and I drove her in to the airport at 8am. We had enough time to minimally hang out on the outside terrace looking out over the tarmac for a while. We saw zero planes landing or taking off, and this was scarcely odd because there were no flights arriving or leaving.
I was back in enough time to return the car and bike home, and go to mass to see all the kids sing. Edward came with us, so he could film the flying skull. We biked there, and Brian jogged, and Brian beat us with his pythagorean short-cut on the main street that bikes are not allowed on.
They had to sing very far apart, corona-style, and the little kids really had trouble with that, so it sounded like an average choir (and not like andrea's typical product) but it was very nice. There was a couple there celebrating their 70th wedding anniversary - married on erntedank festival in 1950. Impressive.
Centa had friends over, and they were drinking tea in the backyard. We had dinner on our own upstairs, and Edward played hanabi with the kids and started on my willhaben project - taking pictures of things and putting them online.
At the end of the day, Theodore suddenly pointed out he had not done his homework yet. Mutual feelings improved after we played a bit of music together, some real practicing and some improvisation.
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| and some table/mirror canon with Centa |
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