The last days brought real November weather. It’s cold, foggy in the morning, wet in the evening. In Middlefranconia, as I was told by a friendly person, it already froze over and country roads became a bit dangerous, especially around the Altmühlsee (Ger.). Not what I wanted to hear. No news from the bookmines so far.
Colourful dots move through the greyish brownish vineyards. They come up the valley on the paved way next to the creek, take a sharp bent to the right, and go up a gradient climbing out of the small valley; first it’s steep, then follows a long straight continuously leading upwards. I am used to walk these paths, but in the opposite direction. It’s the first Wengertslauf (Weinbergrennen), and at 14:00 they started the main event, they’ll run 7,4 kilometers. Respect, I couldn’t do this.
Instead I rummaged through my appartement and cleaned the room I sleep in. Books needed to be put back into the shelves, I should go to the library and return some. Maybe I’ll iron some shirts … normally I am not bad at waiting, but this time it gets a bit to my nerves. Regarding the business this was a bad year; a lot of regular customers had no jobs to give out. F.e. a lady in Munich now travels to Franconian archives – the large ones at least – by herself, as she says she can not afford to have me doing it like it was good practice over the last years. A publishing house we used to work for, one that really still had a human corrector, now changed their workflow, after the Lektor retired. We used to jump in when he was on vacancy or there was real much to read – now they do not need this kind of quality control anymore. And so on.
The runners seem to have finished, the piste workers in shock orange are gone. Time for the runners to shower, in half an hour they will receive their certificates, photos will appear in the local newspaper tomorrow, online this evening latest, another socially enhancing community experience, well done.