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Die Altmühl. 120,3 km in 3 Tagen.

Und dann war es plötzlich so weit: Es galt, die Altmühltour in 3 Tagen zu absolvieren. Das kann man schon machen, wenn man 2x zuvor diesen wunderbaren Fluss mit seinem attraktiven Tal langsam erkundet hat. Unser Plan war Gunzenhausen-Zimmern-Walting-Köttingworth plus vorab gebuchte feste Unterkünfte und er wurde auch ordnungsgemäß vollzogen.

“War das eigentlich meine Idee?”, war ich besorgt vor Beginn. “Ja,” nickte mein Mitherausgeforderter, “das alles wird deine Schuld sein.”

Großartige Schuld, soviel kann schon hier verraten werden.

Aber zunächst mal die Probleme:

Der Wasserpegel war zu tief und wir schrammten recht häufig an harten Sachen entlang – kein Problem für Glasfaser-Kanadier, ein Problem für vorsichtige Kunststoff-Bootshaut-Besitzer. Es ist zum Glück nix Schlimmes passiert, aber man stiert die ganze Zeit total gebannt aufs Wasser und lauscht dem Bootshaut-Geschleife ganz genau. Einige Male mussten wir einfach aussteigen und zu Fuß weiter gehen –  war total gut, weil man sich damit gut verdiente Erfrischung verpasst, wegen Hitze und wegen allgemein überforderter Sitzkörperflächen. Sah auch entsprechend witzig aus.

Man kümmert sich nicht genug um Bäume, die ins Wasser gefallen sind und über die ganze Flussbreite hinweg einfach faul rum liegen. Ein Hartboot kann sehr wohl über die Äste gleiten, bei einem Ally muss man schon diskutieren, probieren und bangen.

Ich muss uns UNBEDINGT BAROCKE Sitzpolster nähen.

Das Wunderbare an der Tour:

Die ganze Landschaft ist so zauberhaft wie eh und je. Man trifft interessante Menschen, manchmal liefert man sich spontane Geschwindigkeitswettkämpfe, die man IMMER gewinnt. Frau schläft wie erschlagen. Frau entdeckt Gin, den Mann spontan gekauft hat.
Die Menschen in dieser Region sind vom Schlage BITTE, UNBEDINGT MEHR DAVON und an sich unvergesslich.

Ach und der Geschmack von selbst gebackenen Cookies und alkoholfreiem Bier bei ca. Kilometer 30.

Und natürlich der Wellnesshotel-Aufenthalt im Markt Titting danach 😀






What have I done?

For a reason I cannot put my finger on, I said Yes. Yes, I can.

Attend a Christmas party of a client’s. Next month.

Now I can’t believe I actually said yes.

The thing is, I am very happy in my moosing cave and don’t really want to leave it for other people. On the other hand, I really want to get to know the people I am in daily e-mail contact with. It cannot hurt.

So before an endless inner war broke out, I said yes.

Now I have nothing to wear.

And what am I going to talk about – work?

And what about my hair?

And how do I get there?

How do I get home?

Why did I say yes?!?



OOTD9: Party Time!

I must admit I don’t find the fact that we occasionally organize our own parties, just for the two of us, strange in any way. After all, it is nice to have a relaxed talk or a relaxing silence with someone you know while eating well, drinking merrily and wearing party clothes noone will comment upon because they get worn only for this purpose. Like really high heels: Continue reading

Well, 2015 …

Don’t know … But then again … oh what the what.

Hello 2016.


Again …

‘Common, move closer, buddy!’

Taking his time to (maybe or maybe not) do my bidding and silently observing with one rolling eye how I go on pouring hot coffee all over my padded bra and shirt for a terribly long time while concentrating on my camera 

my buddy finally comes closer.

He’s a sight well worth the coffee stench for the rest of the afternoon. Continue reading

Wie wär’s mit einer Empfehlung?

Liebe BetriebsanleitungsverfasserInnen!

Es bietet sich an, beim Verfassen einer Betriebsanleitung für Schweissanlagen penibelst auf das 100%-Vorkommen des Buchstabens w zu achten.

Ich sag’s nur. Mir schadet mein Lachen nicht. 😆


Wortbruch oder zwei.

“Wozu hat ein Haus Alt..bauch..arme?”

“Alt-Bauch-….? Ha, ha, ha …”

Er lacht. Ich kapiere.

“Es gibt bei weitem nicht genug Gelächter auf der Welt!”

UPDATE: Und auch nicht genug Satire.

Okay, 2015. Let us go then, you and I. *Sigh.*


Let me count the ways

You know the story about a frog in a pot with water that is being heated up gradually? How the poor animal cannot feel it’s boiling, according to the famous legend?

True or not, I think the story describes some things in life quite well.

Like … getting old?


I’m a busy girl and so I haven’t noticed some of the less obvious signs telling me that, yes, I am 40 already. There’s cellulite and wrinkles and an occasional gray hair and my muscles are as flabby as always (despite working out), but these are the signs we all tend to check from time to time. I also tend to forget them. In front of a mirror is not my favourite place to dally, it has never been. Which explains some of my sartorial choices and the inability to distinguish between cheveux and chevaux to this day, really 😈

But what about other things? Any other signs I am in fact getting old and have been all this time, inevitably? Well, yes:

– After the last Paris trip I have sworn to myself never to book the cheapest hotel possible. Ever. It’s not romantic and after having tried to visit as many museums as possible, you need a good sleep which won’t be interrupted by people hitting each other and yelling.

– Our bed has become the … lap of luxury: only organic cotton is ever allowed and this year, we decided to skip Xmas presents to buy new blankets. Filled with camel hair. Yes. The stuff camels shed when the weather turns from freezing to warm is the best ever to cover your tired, old body with at night.

– I have never owned so many cardigans as I do now. I think I am officially in love with the concept: you can zip/button up the thing or not, you can take it off when it’s too hot and put it in a small bag you’ve sewn for that purpose (to carry tiny cashmere cardigans in a handbag) and you can feel well warmed up by your ersatz blanket whenever the need arises. Which happens more often, as you grow- exactly. 🙂 Old.

– It seems my collection of arm warmers (a pair of yak ones only, right now) will see the same fate: I adore all that knitted stuff covering a half of my hands. And I have always hated sleeves that are too short – meaning just about reaching my wrists – even as a young person. Believe me, at my height and clothes size, sleeves are usually dimensioned to offend.

– I have never in my life spent so much time cleaning as recently. Mind you, ours is still not the cleanest place because we both work too much and sleep too long to keep everything tidy and spotless, but it’s better now than it has ever been. Plus, I love cleaning, I always have. I wonder what’s to become of this … 😯

– I tend to buy clothes made of organic or recycled materials, mostly they are simple basics I can combine to get exciting styles 🙂

– Last week I said to my husband I am going to spend my retirement working out, making out, reading and sewing new things from old ones. 😳

– I don’t seem to remember the third meaning of the word “party”: there’s “political party” and there’s “contract party” and then there’s … errr … ? 😈


A Blast From The Past

“Can I somehow help you?”

“Yyyyes?” I blush. “I’d like a photo of my dragon earring. You know, for later. So that when I am 80, I’ll find this photo and say to myself ‘Gee, I used to wear a dragon ear cuff when I was 40. Blimey.”

“Well yeah, that’s a good idea. Right then … here you go.” He smiles kindly and I sort of blush again. I am quite sure I am not supposed to talk like that, but there you go. Gosh.


(7 days to go)