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Today was the first day of my 4-week summer vacation. My sister and I went out biking again, and got lost again, and deepened our sunburns some more. It's all about adventure. The first one was yesterday - we had planned out our route in advance but ended up taking a wrong turn, and what was supposed to be a leisurely 10km turned out something like 30km, on the hottest day of the summer (+41 in the sun, whee!). I don't know how far we ventured, exactly, because the map in the phone book doesn't go that far. Which may be some indication. And, FYI, an spf of 8? Utterly insufficient for one's arms. :|
Today, it was time for some cross-country biking. The road that's supposed to run along the new railway (according to the map) still isn't finished, but fortunately there's a perfectly good, wide footpath that runs above it and makes for some great white-knuckle, sweaty-palm biking. (Not necessarily in the best of ways, but hey, neither of us ended up on the tracks with a broken neck, so it counts as a win.) We were out for about two hours.
Tomorrow, a trip to a neighboring town to pick up a piece of plastic. Another 20km.
There was drama in the evening - the crows who nest in the woods next to my building had two babies this year, and I had thought they'd already moved to less cramped quarters as I saw the whole family crossing the road the other day. Today, however, as I left home around 6 p.m., the baby crows were right outside the door - one lying face down on the ground, the other teetering on the trunk of the fallen tree across from the entrance. I panicked briefly and called a friend - knew enough, of course, not to approach. The parents were nowhere to be seen; my friend was able to give me some advice on where to call in case the other little crow was in trouble; just then, however, the parents turned up. I came home three hours later and all but the dead one had gone. Gone on to lead happy and fulfilled crow lives, we hope. I bagged the dead crow and put him in the garbage - there wasn't any blood anywhere and no visible damage, so I assume the parents had just stopped feeding him. That, or he was sick in some way. I felt pretty horrible about it all the same.
The other thing that happened today was that my bicycle helmet got stolen. That in itself was weird; what was even weirder, though, was that it turned up later - when I got home, there it was on top of the bike rack. And I couldn't have missed it, because it was in the very spot where I'd left my bike before. I guess someone took it and, I dunno, smelled it or something and decided they didn't want it after all?
What else? I bought a kick-ass new computer last week butAI slash has consumed my life somehow haven't gotten around to setting it up yet.
Today, it was time for some cross-country biking. The road that's supposed to run along the new railway (according to the map) still isn't finished, but fortunately there's a perfectly good, wide footpath that runs above it and makes for some great white-knuckle, sweaty-palm biking. (Not necessarily in the best of ways, but hey, neither of us ended up on the tracks with a broken neck, so it counts as a win.) We were out for about two hours.
Tomorrow, a trip to a neighboring town to pick up a piece of plastic. Another 20km.
There was drama in the evening - the crows who nest in the woods next to my building had two babies this year, and I had thought they'd already moved to less cramped quarters as I saw the whole family crossing the road the other day. Today, however, as I left home around 6 p.m., the baby crows were right outside the door - one lying face down on the ground, the other teetering on the trunk of the fallen tree across from the entrance. I panicked briefly and called a friend - knew enough, of course, not to approach. The parents were nowhere to be seen; my friend was able to give me some advice on where to call in case the other little crow was in trouble; just then, however, the parents turned up. I came home three hours later and all but the dead one had gone. Gone on to lead happy and fulfilled crow lives, we hope. I bagged the dead crow and put him in the garbage - there wasn't any blood anywhere and no visible damage, so I assume the parents had just stopped feeding him. That, or he was sick in some way. I felt pretty horrible about it all the same.
The other thing that happened today was that my bicycle helmet got stolen. That in itself was weird; what was even weirder, though, was that it turned up later - when I got home, there it was on top of the bike rack. And I couldn't have missed it, because it was in the very spot where I'd left my bike before. I guess someone took it and, I dunno, smelled it or something and decided they didn't want it after all?
What else? I bought a kick-ass new computer last week but