Ach, was für ein trulleriger Tag das war.
A day of trullering. It’s not so that I did do nothing – I did do something. And I tried to do more, really, but fate … Yesterday evening I wrote a list – in a rush of activity, of get-up-and-go-attitude, yes tomorrow – tomorrow all we be different, yes !
So I wrote down things like “Contact that bloke in Dingsdorf ! “, “Basement !”, “Hoover !” And of course made a plan in my head – it’s always good & important to have a plan, a Leit-faden, a guide-line that can be used like a rope, hand over hand … enough of the heidegger Wortgeklingel now …
I slept longer than usual. The coffee tasted fine, so I had another cup. Reading the news, oh boy, CLAPTON‘s seventy, DIETL (Ger., Eng.) too and dead (German Nachruf), achach …
So I tried to reach the man in What’sthenameofthevillage, not at his desk ; later I learned that he’s out for the whole day, fine for him, sun is shining, I’d also like to drive around in the countryside now. I grabbed the vacuum cleaner and happily made it suck in a kilogram of dust, trusty little noise maker did the job without any trouble, well done !
Fresh air in the appartement, clear skies, sun shine – yeah the windows are terrible, the balcony is a mess, but it’s still too cold to work on the outside for such a delicate plant like me. I decided to go into the cellar and look at my compartment – and looking was enough : It’s damn cold down there, I promptly started to sneeze and feel cold, and when the first shivers made me tremble I had enough.
These documents & stuff have been lying there for some years undisturbed, they can do this a little bit more, without me risking to catch another cold or worse.
Reading on the sofa, looking into the web, watching birds behind the house in the trees and shrubs, playing silly browser games – what a luxury life !
With a bow to Mr. KING, here’s Mr. KING’s and Mr. CLAPTON’s version of Hold on, I’m coming. They do it mit gebremstem Schaum, but reach working temperature soon, let guitars speak.
Here is Mr. KING from fifty years ago, from the 1964 album Live at the Regal, asking the old and unanswerable question How Blue Can You Get. He did a remarkable version of this song in SingSing.
And here’s Mr CLAPTON, doing what he’s best at, playing guitar, not singing.