Homeward bound

I’m writing this from Manchester Airport at 8:00. My flight is delayed a bit, and I’m mostly killing time. I got a taxi service from my apartment to the airport, so that was easy. I’ve about an hour until I need to board. Breakfast this morning is a bowl of Special K and a cup of coffee in the lounge. The very wierd part is that blogger thinks I'm in Germany, and all the buttons have German labels.

I had a good day yesterday, mostly. In the morning I went for a ride in the peaks. For whatever reason, my body just wasn’t up to it. I spent most of the ride feeling like I look in the photo on the left. However, there were a few good times when I looked like the photo below. By the way, that determined look on my face is me concentrating my mind through fear. A fast bumpy downhill on loose rock makes me wonder why the hell I do this stuff. The guys I ride with wear full downhill protection (pads on arms and legs). Mostly, it gives them a psychological edge, less fear of getting hurt. They also have full suspension bikes. My hard tail bounces all over the place, and I never feel in control on decents.

When I got back to the apartment, I showered up and took the kids to a museum much like the St. Louis science center. It was great, and the kids had a fun time playing with the exhibits. We stayed until the museum closed at 5. As we were leaving, the Girl had to go potty. So we detour back to the toilets and explain why we have to go in the boy’s toilet (Amanda stayed at home, well deserved). And then, as we were leaving the toilets, I left the Girl’s camera hanging on the coat hook. Damn! After explaining to her how careful she has to be not to leave it anywhere and take good care of her camera, I leave it.

Fortunately, we were the last ones in the museum. Amanda is going to call first thing this morning and see if we can recover it. I know exactly where it is at, and that is a bonus. I am really hoping that the Girl can get her camera back. If it truly is lost, I will replace it while in the US.

I still haven’t fixed the mirror on Amanda’s borrowed car, but I think I’ve located the part now. ₤144. That’s without a shell or indicator, so I’ll still need to get an indicator (the shell is fine). And I’ll have to figure out how to extract the guts from the shell. Benz parts are crazy expensive.