Off to the next store - I was looking for some gluten-free stuff for Adam & that chain had some in the store in Heidelberg - no such luck here. This was one of the main reasons for venturing out in this frigid weather. Oh well, can't do anything about it. Back to the bus stop to take the bus back to the bottom of our hill. I decided I am going to go the bus stop we passed before the one I got off - it seemed to be closer. I get there, look at my watch & check the schedule - WHAAAAAT??!? It is 1:05 pm & the next bus comes at 1:41 p.m. In the other direction the bus ran about every 18 min..... where do they go - don't they have to come back?? Evidently not - there is only one bus per hour in the direction of home... well, it is cold out & I am not waiting. So, me, my chocolate & potatoes start walking home.
I am busy making lemonaid out of my lemons thinking: "Hey, there is that antique store I have passed a couple of time, I will stop in since I will walk right by it & have a look around." I get there at about 1:15 - it is closed for lunch for the next 2 hrs....whaat?? So I look at the times of business & this shop is only open 4 days a week with a 2 hr lunch each day...ok. I guess I'll just walk on home. 20 min later I huff & puff my way to my front door, quite toasty under my gazillion layers. Next time I go grocery shopping I will have to watch my timing.
One of the things that we enjoyed in the States was Hulu. Well, when we finally got the internet up & running I first dealt with e-mails, stopped off at some blogs & proceeded to Hulu to catch up on some of my favorite shows. I click on Fringe & get this message.
Sorry, currently our video library can only be streamed from within the United States
Oh, the agony of it. None of the streaming video sites or American networks work here...I keep thinking there must be a way, but so far I have not found a way around this....
My first day out at the house was also quite the (mis)adventure. My husband wakes me up early to take me out to the house because someone is coming to deliver some loaner furniture. After stopping for coffee ( oh Starbucks where art thou), he drops me off & drives away to a day packed with things that need to get done. I decide I am going to inspect the house closely - I only saw it briefly the night before in the dark. So, I go room to room, peer out the windows, open patio doors & such. I work my way all the way down to the cellar. On the way back up I notice something on the floor - I bend down to inspect & lo & behold its dog pooh & I have stepped in it. Which of these dogs pooped in the house already??
It was Mia ( the grey one) - she had the courtesy to poop on the door mat & since I was admiring the view
I was not looking down. Yuck! I took off the offending shoe, stomped upstairs, went outside to clean the shoe off, scolding Mia as I went. I opened the front door, stepped outside I proceeded to whack the shoe against the step to knock some of the poop off. I was not very successful, so I thought I best pull the door shut & not let the heat out. I unsuccessfully whacked the shoe a few more time, while the dogs went exploring the front yard ( ok its tiny but there is a lot to sniff out). I turned around to go back in... WHAAAAAAAAAAT???!!?? the door was locked tight. Where we lived in Texas an unlocked door was unlocked until you locked it again, here in the Vaterland the house doors lock when you close them. After an short episode of very unladylike language, I decided to walk around the house in hope that I had left a door or window open... I proceeded down the driveway...
Oh, did I mention that there was a nice, soft steady rain? Do you see that green stuff on my driveway? Well, it took only about 3 steps & I was flat on my back courtesy of wet moss. Much more unladylike language followed! After navigating down the rest of my driveway by grabbing onto the fence I was able to go around the house - not one way to get in was found.... So, I went to stand under the overhang of the securely locked front door with a wet, cold behind - it was about 8:30 am. The landlady was supposed to come by around 11:00 a.m. I had no cell phone, no jacket, knew no one. At about 8:50 am this furniture truck goes by.... I hear lots of commotion up the hill, & I am relieved that it is not my truck, because I cannot get in. The dogs are getting wetter, because they don't get the whole stand under the overhang thing. Well, about 10 minutes later this man comes down the hill & tell me they are the furniture people but the truck is stuck in the mud. Wow, its a good day all around. He does have a cell ( called Handy here ( whaat?)) & my husband's number, so I call my husband & he comes 35 minutes later to let us in the house. In the mean time they have gotten the truck out of the mud, & the delivery proceeds without a hitch. Needless to say there is a key now securely hidden in case I pull another stunt like this.
I leave you with a picture of Erika, she is expressing what I felt that day -
And this is what is happening outside right now - you can tell we are still excited about snow...
Thanks for the comments - they warm my heart on a cold, cold day. Miss all of you.