Two beers & two small cigars ago, I had stumbled back into my appartement, fresh from the autobahn. As announced, Monday and Tuesday were a little busy. It did not help that a certain someone (me, of course, no one else to blame) could not drag his sorry tush out of the bed on early Monday morning, but only a little late(r).
Things had to be loaded in a van ; rooms had to be prepared ; a date was set with the janitor, who every now & then becomes official when a move-out-checklist needs to be executed. Empty & clean rooms are definitely good, stuff taken away from public floors & spaces as fast as possible is also a good point – a happy janitor ticks the right boxes, and chances are very good that the deposit comes back in full. This is worth a(nother) sweat-soaked t-shirt.
But because there is always, always !, more stuff than one initially figures or oversees, well thought out plans have a little tendency to develop their own … will, perhaps, well, they go not as planned. I don’t want to say “down in flames”, that would be really over stretched. There is simply more work than originally seen. Additionally looms the insight that one is not forty anymore, the bonesack hurts / der Knochensack schmerzt (a term originally coined by LICHTENBERG I guess, but I may be wrong), and the happy & careless yippiahyeah-attitude of earlier moves (Mut zur Lücke) may not be seen as appropriate by all involved.
All this said, someone (not me, of course) kept control, counted two & two together, and so the rented van had not to go back on Tuesday, what would have been really backbreaking, but it’s all right if I bring the engine back tomorrow before eleven in the morning – I cans do that !
All stuff was loaded yesterday, and today the driving & unloading was done. A part of my books now rests in an ex-cowshed on the Alb, together with some other bric-a-brac. This evening I had to bring the van back to the Franconian capital. All I can say is, thank you, but no more “Ducato” (Ger., Eng.) for me. I will happily use a “Sprinter” by MercedesBenz (despite their lousy gear change) ; I will happily use a Volkswagen T-something or a “Crafter” (despite their lousy engines & terrible gear changes), but NOT this bonerattler again that combines all flaws of the competitors : Unprecise gear change, engine with non-linear delivery of power, turn-and-hope-steering. The only good thing are the brakes. If I ever need another van, it is be a Ford, nothing else.
Now I must taste something called “Küstennebel” my neighbour gave to me as a reward, because I kept her flowers alive over the last two weeks.
This Sunday Music is Driving Music – Roadhouse Blues originally by The Doors, here in a version of the “Master of the Flying V”, Albert King (Ger., Eng.).
I hope you enjoy the music, and perhaps an early beer : And the day’s yer friend … Let’s hope for a peaceful – and dry week : Our friend ente LẌ is hopefully in good spirits and high & dry ; Eros may have got wet feed, hopefully nothing more serious – hey mates, let’s hear from you !