On Saturday it was about 24˚C and i have to say, it was probably the best t-shirt-weather we've had in months. As the morning progressed i hinted to J that i wanted to go out and maybe take our bikes for a spin. A part of me was expecting him to be enthusiastic about the fact that i had initiated an outing but all he did was finish his share of the muesli and crawled right back into bed.
Not knowing whether he'd wake up again, a part of me was a little annoyed since the other week he went to bed in the afternoon and didn't wake up until the next day.
But he eventually woke up and said he would get changed. The plan was to ride our bikes to the pizza place two streets over, ride around for a bit and then make our way to Mediamarkt to buy an external DVD drive for J's laptop. But the pizza place was closed, so we decided to make a detour to the cafe near the Rhine.
And that's when Grumpos showed his true colours.
His irritation began when we stopped to eat some potato cakes & apple sauce and i didn't want to leave our bikes unlocked. Even though he sat on a step a few metres away, i opted to sit by the bikes... alone and that somehow pissed him off.
Before he left he passed me my share of the potato cakes and he took his bike and rode off.
I reckon age and stress has given him the inability to be patient with me. In particular, when i don't catch up with him or fall behind.
Annoyed that he sped off and was around the corner and out of sight, i got off my bike and pushed it all the way to the cafe instead. Only because i knew that would piss him off even more.
By the time i arrived at the cafe, i saw his bike parked out front. I walked in and sat opposite him in silence but the silence ended when i questioned him why he didn't wait. And that's when he complained that i'm always so slow and bitched about how i shouldn't be so paranoid about the bikes being stolen.
Never say never because that shit can happen. One day, his bike will be missing and who's fault is that?
At which point i was on the verge of causing a scene but if it wasn't for the fact that we were in public and i had already ordered my meal, i would have probably thrown my glass of white wine + soda in his face.
Yes, i was that annoyed.
But our anger simmered down the minute the food came and our moods were lifted the second we devoured the chocolate zucchini slice.
It's amazing how chocolate can make all things better.
Lecker!
So after lunch, we got back on our bikes and made our way to the Rhine. As we passed the bridge we got to a stretch of grass where groups of people were barbecuing and lounging on spread out blankets. And wedged between some trees, some people had set up a pair of speakers and a DJ console. Had we known this was going to be here, we would have been equipped with our six-pack of beers and chips.
But instead we found ourselves a patch of grass to sit on, soaked in some sun and listened to some house beats.
After about twenty minutes, we decided to get back on our bikes and soon found ourselves at a Youth Centre. They were having an Open day and everyone was invited to check it out.
Beside the music practise rooms was a non-alcoholic cocktail bar where one could make their own drinks each for 1 Euro. There were four drinks one could choose from, each with specific ingredients and measurements.
Down in the cellar was another room where you could try out Kegel. No, not the exercise that consists of the muscles that form the pelvic.
I got eight out of nine pins down but gave up after numerous failed attempts to get the last pin down.
After which, we made our way to Mediamarkt and J bought himself what he wanted including Dawn of War 2 Chaos Rising. I didn't mind since he hasn't been gaming that much lately. And now that he's set up his computer in the work room and is no longer taking over the living room, our evenings don't end in an argument.
So what is the moral of this story?
Not knowing whether he'd wake up again, a part of me was a little annoyed since the other week he went to bed in the afternoon and didn't wake up until the next day.
But he eventually woke up and said he would get changed. The plan was to ride our bikes to the pizza place two streets over, ride around for a bit and then make our way to Mediamarkt to buy an external DVD drive for J's laptop. But the pizza place was closed, so we decided to make a detour to the cafe near the Rhine.
And that's when Grumpos showed his true colours.
His irritation began when we stopped to eat some potato cakes & apple sauce and i didn't want to leave our bikes unlocked. Even though he sat on a step a few metres away, i opted to sit by the bikes... alone and that somehow pissed him off.
Before he left he passed me my share of the potato cakes and he took his bike and rode off.
I reckon age and stress has given him the inability to be patient with me. In particular, when i don't catch up with him or fall behind.
Annoyed that he sped off and was around the corner and out of sight, i got off my bike and pushed it all the way to the cafe instead. Only because i knew that would piss him off even more.
By the time i arrived at the cafe, i saw his bike parked out front. I walked in and sat opposite him in silence but the silence ended when i questioned him why he didn't wait. And that's when he complained that i'm always so slow and bitched about how i shouldn't be so paranoid about the bikes being stolen.
Never say never because that shit can happen. One day, his bike will be missing and who's fault is that?
At which point i was on the verge of causing a scene but if it wasn't for the fact that we were in public and i had already ordered my meal, i would have probably thrown my glass of white wine + soda in his face.
Yes, i was that annoyed.
But our anger simmered down the minute the food came and our moods were lifted the second we devoured the chocolate zucchini slice.
It's amazing how chocolate can make all things better.
Lecker!***
So after lunch, we got back on our bikes and made our way to the Rhine. As we passed the bridge we got to a stretch of grass where groups of people were barbecuing and lounging on spread out blankets. And wedged between some trees, some people had set up a pair of speakers and a DJ console. Had we known this was going to be here, we would have been equipped with our six-pack of beers and chips.
But instead we found ourselves a patch of grass to sit on, soaked in some sun and listened to some house beats.
After about twenty minutes, we decided to get back on our bikes and soon found ourselves at a Youth Centre. They were having an Open day and everyone was invited to check it out.
Beside the music practise rooms was a non-alcoholic cocktail bar where one could make their own drinks each for 1 Euro. There were four drinks one could choose from, each with specific ingredients and measurements.
Down in the cellar was another room where you could try out Kegel. No, not the exercise that consists of the muscles that form the pelvic.
"Kegel (from the German for skittle) is an Australian bowling game, in which a player rolls a wooden or plastic ball along a smooth, hard indoor lane (kegelbahn). Kegel is based on traditional German games and is therefore closely related to both skittles and Ten-pin bowling." [source]
I got eight out of nine pins down but gave up after numerous failed attempts to get the last pin down.
***
After which, we made our way to Mediamarkt and J bought himself what he wanted including Dawn of War 2 Chaos Rising. I didn't mind since he hasn't been gaming that much lately. And now that he's set up his computer in the work room and is no longer taking over the living room, our evenings don't end in an argument.
So what is the moral of this story?
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