Supernatural not only continues its third season on April 3rd, but is has also been picked up for a 4th season.
And:
April 10th is the official start date for Dog on A&E!
Caroline has a rash of some sort. It looks like chicken pox. Lots of red, itchy bumps, like bug bites, all over her back and arms. Well, we did get ate up by mozzies at the island, and RID bug repellent slash antiseptic seems to take care of it. Oh well.
Today we went to Daylesford to go to
On our way, we stopped at Lerderderg gorge, but even though the water had long since dried up, the scenery was still pretty.
We ate lunch at the Boathouse Café overlooking the lake.
I had a really yummy summer salad with roasted pumpkin, walnuts, prosciutto, and feta.
Caroline ordered calamari and yes, I tried it. Not bad. Wouldn’t get it again, but not bad.
Aside from being the ‘spa capital of
There are several walking trails with pumps from various springs so that you can taste the different waters and detoxify of whatever. The place was packed with families enjoying the holiday, mostly swimming in the lake or sun-bathing on the grass. The city is very picturesque: established and peaceful, quaint, but with plenty of antique shops and places to eat. The kind of place you’d want to retire to. The kind of place that can support fifty million spa resorts.
The mineral water, however, must be an acquired taste. It’s clear and cool, and kind of tingles, and—oh yeah, tastes like blood. It’s the kind of taste that 30 seconds after you’ve done it, you think, ‘Hmm. That wasn’t so bad. Give me some more.’ We thought maybe it’d taste better cold and with lemon, so we took a couple bottles with us. Hmm.
After that, we killed a couple hours in the bookstore and got a handful of stories.
Then we headed to the Wombat Hill Botanical Gardens and took lots of pictures while the sun set. There was a tower that overlooked the rolling hills all around, and supposedly some of them were volcanoes (though I couldn’t tell which ones were). We saw a display of tuberous begonias and then walked the fernery. Lastly we drove the scenic route and got a few more pictures of the town and mountains.
Remember that rash Caroline has? Now I’ve got it too, on my arms, and hers is even worse. It’s becoming very troubling. I’m paranoid that it’s some sort of Australian poison ivy, because that’s what the bumps resemble—but they’re not going in a line like I know poison ivy to do. They’re just random, itchy red bumps. A lot of them. And it’s spreading over our bodies. We’re starting to get freaked out. Is it an allergic reaction? Lots of possibilities: laundry detergent, sunscreen, food. Or is it some delayed reaction to Keppel’s insects? We were bit by lots of different things there.
We ponder it during the drive home and finally turn to the all-knowing Google for answers. Not chicken pox, no other symptoms. Not shingles. Not poison ivy (whew). A search for ‘mysterious skin rash’ turns up a possibility: swimmer’s itch. The more we research, the more confident we are in our self-diagnosis. Swimmer’s Itch, AKA, Duck Itch. According to the diagram of the life cycle of this Flesh Eating Parasite, a duck crapped out a snail which laid maggots in the water and those maggots burrowed into our skin. 30 minutes to 12 hours later, viola. Swimmer’s Itch.
Awesome.
How is it that we spend one entire week in the ocean and avoid jellyfish, sharks, puffer fish, stingrays, snakes, eels, barracuda, and man-eating clams, but we take one, one-hour swim in a chlorinated over-priced resort swimming pool and contract the Maggot Duck Crap Disease? And it is from the pool: We didn’t go in the water at the ocean for two days before we left. This definitely came from the pool all right. Dr. Denny? Christy?? Input??
Guess who’s getting a phone call tomorrow.
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