Due to “circumstances” this blog has new opening hours. The ddm ¹ is my friend now, at least from Monday to Frayday, what simply means that I have to go to bed early – Early to bed, early to rise etc., as Mr. FRANKLIN (Eng., Ger.) saied paraphrasing Aristotle (Eng., Ger., SEP), whose biography I just started to read.
The whole rhythm has changed, no more sleep ’til Hammersmith (Ger., Eng., music), no QBz at midnight FT ² (when the new levels come out and I have a slim chance to be “first” for some time. It grew into a habit to play this simple game at this time of the day, of course on the “Easy level” (under “Options”) ; it’s only a handful of players who come there.), and I had to discover that my favourite comics replace the new strips for the day at 07:30 FT, so it’s the first look when I come home in the late morning, for a coffee and a bit of sleep. But I am working on this last point, the sleep in the late morning – I enjoy to have the whole day, daylight, see the dawn, especially now when I can watch the days grow longer. I only realised lately that it now does affect me, the grey, the short daylight, well one isn’t forty anymore … pretty long, such a day. I need a bit of adjustement, this job gives my whole day a new structure – about time ! – and has the nice side effect to pay the most urgent bills and insurance. Nothing I’ll do for the rest of my material existence, but I like it : The snail left the house.
Being confronted with “real life” brought one first result : There are a lot of very bad broadcasting stations, sadly it’s not all Bayern 4 (via web – hey, I did not know that this is possible ! I was always too lazy to switch on the Röhrenradio that still lingers in the shelves here … finding stations on this old machine is a bit of a payne, but it seems some interesting stations are accessible via web, in decent quality even, at least for my untrained ears, no cracks, no static – TA ! They had an interesting jazz hour at BR4, workdays from 23:00 FT, I hope the structure of the program did not change.) – and some of these “talk radio”-shows are simply subterranean. They remind me of the late eighties when all of a sudden new channels were available on tv and incredible nonsense was aired. Are people really payed for blabbing nonsense and blurting out with affected laughter ? Yes, I heard it – and sat down this afternoon with a handbook of the electronic device in question, in stone age one would have called it a radio, to find out how to change channels and – most importantly – how to save them.
What am I actually doing to get payed for, besides listening to music, you may eventually be inclined to ask, dear reader ?
I’m a driver now. I drive a slightly modified white Ford Transit van (Ger., Eng.). Carries at least two wheelchair-bound people and additional passengers to and from a school for children / young adults with special needs – and boy, don’t ya come near my van !
¹ damndarkmorning, coined by Savannah
² Franconian Time