Tough days are long
Some of the days in your life can be very long because you have to deal with a lot of shit.
Ice breaking.
At 9 am received a message from my wife asking me to take the frozen dough out, that she could make dumplings after my son’s courses. And I found the freezer section was completely frozen like a solid ice brick, or I should say an ice wall. Due to a long period of non-residential activities, I vaguely remember that the freezer was left open for a while, so everything thawed and got freezer-burned. Luckily, the dough was just in the freezer… WTF.
With a wrench and a screwdriver, I started the ice-breaking process. The long period of half squatting and the need to clean up the flying ice caused me to feel dizzy when I stood up halfway through the process, and I almost fainted. I have to solve this before my wife finds it, and keeps mumbling to me with “Why can’t you xxx” format phrases.
I got the dough out after an hour, with back pain and migraines, I eventually departed for my studio at around 10:30.
Compared to the things happened next, it wasn’t that bad when I think about it now.
No I can’t sign the contract now.
We are scheduled to sign a new rental contract, but things were getting muddy after I lost my umbrella on the way to the new rental house, and my wife was late by about 15 minutes. It took us another 10 minutes to find a place to return the shared bike. We met the real estate agent, and she was acting evasive, like “let’s sign the contract first.” My wife insisted on checking to house before the contract. It turned out that the house was under waterproof construction in the toilet. There was sand and cement everywhere, everything was dusty, the workers were smoking and roaring. We were only about to check the furniture and appliances, but in that messy situation, we were at a loss for words.
The landlady(it turned out the new house belongs to a lady) said she had already notified the agent that she needed to repair the leaking problem. But the agent said not a fucking word about this to us. She claims to be all loyal and reliable, but in truth, she keeps messing things up for us. We ended up postponing the signature of the contract, I can’t just pay for something not guaranteed.
The Boomerang dough.
Entered home after work and was told to buy a tiny bag of flour, because my wife found that she couldn’t make dumplings without dry flour. Yes, we need dry flour to prevent the stickiness of dumpling wrappers. I said “ok” and went out without a doubt. It took longer than I planned to find “a tiny bag of flour”; when I finally brought back the flour, my wife’s haircut appointment was about to start in 10 minutes. So I started to make dumplings. I can’t remember the last time I did this. I also considered why we should eat dumplings after this frustrating day. Why can’t we eat something out? Will acting diligently really bring us luck and fortune? My answer is no, if you just do what everyone else does, how can you make yourself outstanding? I sighed, asked my son to finish two pies that his mum left for us, and kept making dumplings.
My wife returned 40 minutes later, and I mistakenly put the steamer cloth without moistening it, so some of the dumplings stuck on the cloth. and my wife critsized me about this mistake in stead of priasing me of making dumplings.
The strain
While I eventually took a nap after the postponed dinner, my son kept acting procrastinator, lying there doing nothing if you don’t ask him. When he finally decided to print the homework and do it, he found the printer was in a terrible situation, all the papers printed out were covered with heaven stain. It was because I used a counterfeit ink cartridge, which can be refilled ink to save some money. After refilling the cartridge, I forgot to stick the injection point firmly. It’s ok when you leave the printer vertically and print. But when we moved it from the rental house to my home, we kept horizontal for a long while. The ink flows down everywhere in the printer. I tried to clean it with tissues and alcohol napkins, but the stain was ingrained in the whole inside of the printer. This was the last thing I struggled with yesterday. I gave it up, with dirty fingers, and my wife was still complaining that I didn’t wash my underwear and socks.