Five Things Friday: just five things I’m thinking about or things that made my week, or things that I otherwise feel like sharing.
You won’t believe this but in what seems like a cruel twist of fate, I came down with Covid again this week. I KNOW. I am sure you’re as speechless as I am. Aren’t we like DONE with Covid? Finis? The End? I had my last booster three months ago. Is this a joke? Apparently not.
What started out with some excessive sneezing last weekend (which I totally blamed on the warm weather spell and tons of pollen in the air), turned into a scratchy throat and some sniffles. Wednesday was my office day, and because our office policy still says to not come in with any cold symptoms, I took a test out of precaution. I honestly did not expect it to show two lines. I wore my mask (which hardly anybody else does anymore, mind you) during my travel back from Germany, and that was about a week prior to the onset of my symptoms – so theoretically a possible time of infection. I also still mask up at the grocery store and haven’t been anywhere else around people in the last 10 days. I once again feel like I keep doing everything “right”, but still got hit. It all seems so very random at this point. Luckily, my symptoms are mild. Physically I really feel fine (except for the sniffles), and it’s very different from the first time back in the fall when it started with a huge headache and ended with major fatigue. I hope to be through with this really quickly.
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As you can imagine, the Covid diagnosis completely threw off my planned return to my fitness routine and I am not happy about it. I know, I know, in the grand scheme of things, it’s not a big deal to take it easy for a little while longer, but if you have any kind of regular workout routine, you probably also know that a) getting back to it gets harder the longer you’ve been away from it and b) you usually really want to work out when you’re not supposed to. First-world problems, I know.
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Random observation: I realized yesterday while cooking that dried onion powder tastes – not surprisingly, I guess – just like crushed onion rings. Uhm, delicious. I love onions. And onion rings.
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I finally got my outdoor bike tuned up last weekend and also bought a basket for it. As much as I love my Peloton, and you know I do, there really is something to be said about riding a bike outdoors! I think I will start commuting to the office by bike once a week during the spring and summer months. I only live 1.5 miles from my office and it’ll be a nice excuse to use the bike more regularly. I used to do everything by bike when I lived in Germany. Weekly grocery runs will be difficult by bike, but I want to ride it for quick stops at the store or to go to the Farmers Market. Sacramento has become a lot more bike-friendly in recent years. I also hope to go on some bike rides along the river, just for fun. If only I could Jon to get a bike, too. Do you have a bike (and can use it for activities of daily living)?
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I haven’t shared my frustration with our kitchen tiles with you and now you’ll probably learn more about them than you ever wanted to know, I am afraid (but god knows how much I have cursed these tiles silently in my head in the last few years). When we moved into our duplex 4,5 years ago, the kitchen was the least exciting part of the whole house for me, but since it checked off all the other “wants” on our list, we accepted that the kitchen was small, old, and ugly (and nothing compared to the beautiful, spacious kitchen we had just given up. Do I still sound bitter?). One of the first things I noticed was that a few of the kitchen tiles had cracks. Well, nothing we could do about that. We weren’t NOT going to move in because of a few cracked tiles. We marked them down on the inspection sheet and hoped for the best.
However, it became apparent over the last couple of years that the whole kitchen floor had been poorly done. Besides the fact that the floor seems uneven, the tiles were not set in a straight line, the joints were of varying different widths, there is no expansion joint to be found, and the grout and floor screed has been crumbling (if you got the impression that I read up on tiling and grouting lingo, you’d be correct). Pretty soon, more tiles started to chip and crack and I was constantly sweeping and mopping up pieces of grout. We brought it up with the landlord during the first year that we lived here, but as you can imagine, when the pandemic hit, nothing was done for a long time. So, I kept sweeping up more pieces of grout every week, and eventually, tiles in the high-traffic areas started to move/come loose (so we had to cover them with foot mats). There is a total number of ten tiles now that are broken.
A couple of weeks ago, we finally got the landlords to do something about it. But even though our kitchen is small (maybe 160 sqft), they decided they just want to replace/reset tiles, not redo the entire floor (which IMHO is needed, but since we just rent this place, it’s not our decision). Of course, they don’t have any old spare tiles of the same kind, so the broken ones will be replaced with something “matching” (whatever that means). As you can guess, I am not thrilled about this solution. The whole kitchen needs an upgrade and the floor would have been a great start!
But no, it’ll be a patchwork floor (and not of the pretty kind) and I am worried that the guy that they hired (it’s not even someone who does this type of thing for a living) is not going to fix any underlying issues. It will just be a matter of time before new issues will pop up. But what do I know? I only just witnessed the top-notch German craftsmanship of the window fitters that replaced all the windows at my parents’ house. This sounds like such a band-aid solution in comparison. If I sound a little grumpy, it’s because I am.
TL;DR: we have the handyman come tomorrow to replace and reset the loose tiles in our kitchen. I’ll keep you posted on how that goes.
What’s been going on in your world this week?