doomed to a life of elastic waistbands, compact flash cards and stinky laundry
I know, I know, I've been a bad blogger lately. Seems like the less you blog, the harder it is to get back into it.
It's not that I haven't wanted to blog. The truth is I've been feeling kind of under the weather for the past while. Nothing serious, just one of those mysterious tropical viruses that treat you to aching joints, a queasy stomach and a week-long headache that stays with you morning, noon and night. Lots of fun.
Before I got struck down Mr. M and I had been making a concerted effort to go out for a walk after dinner every evening. We usually averaged 45 minutes to an hour so I was a pretty good workout. So what happens after a couple of weeks of striding through the fields breathing in all that fresh air? Mr M loses half a pound and I gain two. Hmphhh. I'm prepared to believe it's muscle instead of just too many dumplings.
Sometimes on the weekends we can persuade the kids to go on a family walk with us and one of our usual haunts is a recreational area a few towns over that offers hiking trails of different lengths and degrees of dificulty. It's not like there are any real mountains around here, but there sure are some hills that can get your heart beating fast.
the easy part
We usually choose a shortish hike, about 3 km each way and the boys like it because there's a reward at the end - the Wennigser Wasserräder, a series of colourful miniature water wheels powered by an underground spring.
The 22 water wheels are only up from April to October and are maintained through public donations and the skill of 14 craftsmen who are dedicated to repairing and repainting them every year.
At the top of the trail there's also a display depicting the flora and fauna of 2007.
We discovered our own little bit of fauna on the way and although he (or she?) wasn't on the 2007 list, he was the highlight of our hike. Here you see him in Boy11's hands so you can imagine how tiny our little friend was.
Anyway, it was after that hike that things started to fall apart for me. Not only for me, for our camera as well. On one of our following other walks I decided to take the camera along and try to catch a few nice images, including what passes for a sunset around these parts. No such luck. Our memory card, which is (or was, I should say) one of those micro processor thingies, started acting up after about 18 months of constant use by the whole family, including Boy11 saving his his little movies on it. I did some research on the internet and found that the thing is prone to malfuntion and needs to be handled like a raw egg.
So we bought a giant compact flash card and things are wonderful again.
Or at least they could be wonderful if it weren't for my crappy state of health (no exercise = get out the stretch pants, please) and my weird, weird laundry.
You see, after Boy11 got home from summer camp in August, I noticed this strange chemical smell in some of our laundry. I wasn't sure if it was in the clothes he brought back or in something else, but it has lingered on and it's driving me crazy.
I'm really sensitive to smell and it's a biting odour that makes my eyes water and my lungs burn. It's not in every article of clothing and seems to come and go. and Washing the clothes over and over again doesn't seem to make any difference. I've let the washing machine run through a long hot cycle with bleach and we've inspected the dryer and still no solution. Advice and/or andecdotes are more than welcome.