Some Like it Hot

Yes, it is winter, and I am worried. Remember I am a California tranplant, in the temperate part of California.When I lived in California I could drive to the snow, and come back to nice weather in winter. I am however not in California anymore.

I have been sitting here writing about german food, and looking fearfully out the window. It has rained, snowed, rained, hailed, rained, snowed, snowed, rained, and now blowing bits of snow. It seems the weather hasn’t decided if it wants to rain or snow, and what the heck lets throw in some hail. Yeah I love it here in Germany but man the weather seems fickle the last couple of days. I love the beautiful falling snow, but is it cold. I have socks on, the heater is on, and I am still cold. Well that would be only half the truth I am warm except my toes. We have radiators for heaters which do a pretty god job, unfortunately we haven’t any curtains to cover a huge window in the livingroom. Alas cold toes will have to last until we can get to the store.

I just hope everyone is warm and safe today, as I try to reheat my toes, and figure out where in the world my camera cable is located. And maybe talk hubby into bringing some of that Good German Beer home. I mean it couldn’t hurt to imbibe a little and maybe it will warm up my toes a bit.

Hmmm Next post pomme frite and nudlen

Some of you are telling me that your life is boring compared to mine, but I would like to say Phooey! I think it is in how you see your life and what you are doing. I mean there are times I think my life is boring even though I live in Germany! But let me tell you a small vignette, about excitement.

My laundry room with my washer and dryer is located in the basement of the next building. Lets just say usually I never do laundry here any more mainly because I have a vivid imagination and it thinks of vile and scary beasts that roam the halls of the basement. Already pretty exciting, no?

DH is the laundry king here because well he is fearless and brave. Well until I tell him all the scary things my brain thinks up, but then he threatens me with bodily harm and still braves the basement of doom. Well anyways usually Dh is pretty on top of the laundry even though he works nine hours and travels two hours back and forth to work. DH lately hasn’t been on top of the laundry because he is taking an accelerated database class and it is seriously time consuming.

So, DH was lamenting about the piled laundry and me being home most of the time volunteered to brave the basement of doom. DH looked skeptically at me and shrugged his shoulders and said I didn’t have to do it if I didn’t feel up to doing the laundry. I bravely shrugged my shoulders and said I would at least put a load or two in the wash.

Next day, I procrastinated going down the basement to do the laundry. I did everything to stall the process, but I didn’t want to let my husband down, so I took my keys, and a load of laundry and left my warm secure apartment. I took a big breath and opened the lights to the storage area that leads to the other building. The storage area is a long hallway lines with metal ceiling to floor cages that are divided so people can store extra furniture etc. I ran down the hallway, and into the entranceway to other building I opened the door to the laundry room and waited till the light turned on, and tried not to think about killers, rapists, and vampires dripping blood from their teeth.

The laundry room is divided into two rooms. The first room is very large. It is where clothes are hung to dry and has a sink near the entranceway into the smaller of the two rooms. The smaller room carries the washers and dryers. Each person has their own personal washer and sometimes dryer. It takes two hours to wash and load and another two hours to dry a load.

I loaded the washer, and filled it up with soap and revved that puppy up, and then checked the dryer. You see we have a condenser for a dryer and you need to remove the water it collects from the clothes. I unloaded the water into the sink in another room away from the washing machines, and then something brushed my back. I jumped nearing dumping the foot and 1/2 container that was draining in the sink. Luckily it was only some clothes drying on the line near the sink. Finished draining the water and went to replace the water collector, and checked inside the dryer. Clothes were still wet, restarted it and then grabbed the laundry basket using it as a shield ran out of the laundry room. I opened the door to the storage room and ran for my life!
Ahhh safely back into my building I climbed the stairs to my apartment and placed the keys inside. Click rattle. Strange the door won’t open. I try turning it the other way, and then back again to open the door. I push the door open, and nothing happens. I start to lean into the door to push it open. Nothing. Crap. Go down stairs to check my key, and yes it is the right key. Then I approach my apartment door and try again. Nothing.

I start to panic, because I don’t have anyone I can call, as my cell is inside my apartment. Crap! I start fiddling with the lock turning this way and that. I am near tears right now, because I don’t know how to ask the neighbors if I could use their phone. But then I am really going to cry because I don’t know the number to my husbands work. I jerk the key out and slam it back in and turn it furiously to the right and lean all of my weight to the door. It opens! I nearly collapse on the on floor of the apartment because I am so happy.

I decide I am never doing laundry here again!

Food reports coming up next. Need to load photographs.