The Lost Day (incl. roman/germanic battle)

Wouldn’t the header for this post make a great title for a book? So, what happened?

On Tuesday, my day went haywire. First I went to a wonderful exhibition with my husband about a Roman/Germanic battlefield from 335 a.D. It was discovered a few years back and shocked the scientists since they had been sure that Romans had never been this far into Germany since Varus lost 3 legions in 9 a.D. The exhibition was great and we enjoyed it a lot.

Since it took us all morning and the lunch break too, to go there, look at it and return, we had given our middle daughter (12) a key so she could get in when she came back from school at 12am. Unfortunately, she left the key in the house when her friend came and requested her to help catch their sheep (4 of the herd had broken free from their compound).

We spend two hours waiting for the car service to come and open the door to my husband’s car (the key was in the house too) where we had a spare key to the front door. Of course, everybody was starving by then, so I had to cook and walk the dog (which had been in urgent need). Well, with shopping and a few telephone calls, the day was gone before I realized I hadn’t been on my PC at all. Strange feeling but not unwelcome.

Now, I’m back on track. The revision of my newest novel, “Juma’s Rain”, is nearly done and the first 50 pages are already translated. If all goes as planned, it will be available in the usual shops early next year.

Have you ever had a day like this? Tell me. I’m happy about every comment I get.
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9 thoughts on “The Lost Day (incl. roman/germanic battle)”

  1. Klynn says:

    The battlefield exhibit sounds like so much fun. Right up my alley.
    You’re lucky to have neighbors you can trust with a key. Last time I locked myself out, I had to break a pane of glass and go in through the bathroom window. (Our local lock guy died or retired, so it’s way cheaper just to break the glass I can replace myself than to drag someone from Lincoln.)

    The American in me wants to point out that you probably broke even, once you figure in all the free mutton bustin’ your kid got to participate in. The other half suggests that Germans probably don’t do that, so you won’t find that to be an upside, at all.

    1. Cat says:

      what is mutton bustling?

      Yes, the battlefield is wonderful and we’ve been to the archaeological dig more than once. The exhibition is brand new and the finds are amazing (for obvious reasons they don’t display them at the dig).

      1. Klynn says:

        Mutton Busting is a rodeo competition for little kids where they try to ride a sheep. That way they get to dress up like cowboys and be in the rodeo, like the grown-ups, but they aren’t in the ring with a bull or something really dangerous. It’s really cute and funny. Mostly six years old and under. They put helmets on them, now, of course.

        1. Cat says:

          Well, the 19 sheep were rather docile and followed the bucket with the food. The kids were needed to stop the cars from running the procession over, so no mutton busting. 😉

          Some people in Germany ride pigs trying to steer them to a finishing line. That’s a lot of fun for the humans (it’s really hard to seer pigs) but scares the crap out of the pigs. I don’t like it much.

          1. Klynn says:

            And it sounds as though the pigs might wind up overheating. Guess I’ll be against that, too.

  2. Wendy says:

    While the chaos was a bummer, it sure made a cute story with, indeed, an equally good title. 🙂

    1. Cat says:

      I agree. A write can always make a good story from chaos. 😉

  3. Sally says:

    Oh what a day you had. I locked myself out of my house when my first son was only a baby and decided to walk to the nearby shops. On returning home I realised my keys were in the house. Luckily my neighbour was home and came round with his ladder and climbed up to the open bathroom window, somehow squeezed through and opened the front door for me. I never, ever leave the house without my keys, even if my husband has his set with him, my keys are always with me. We only do it once!

    1. Cat says:

      True. I will make sure I’ve got spare keys everywhere from now on, at the neighbors, in my purse and in the car. Just in case.

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