Yesterday was a strange day, “verlottert” as someone near me called it. Hard to translate, I opt for “unkempt”. I spent most of Saturday in bed, because I had felt shaky, with a little nagging headache. I lay down again in the early afternoon, slept some time, looked out of the window into the sky, admired the sheer strength of another shower of rain, read – a very nice day of excessive trullering.
Today I feel relaxed. I even rode my bicycle around the village.
I think I finally did bring all things “business” up to date ; what needs to be done is done, no more pending letters, forms, bills etc. Two or three things left, but these will be settled next week. In fact it is only “sign here” and “put in envelope”, while writing the correct addresses is the most challenging part. But I managed to muddle even this – and since then I now that sealing an envelope is the last thing one does.
I spent the major part of last week reading, as usual. An activity my co-driver sees with mistrust.
In the afternoon a ritual of mutual questions & answers has established. I think this started when I once asked her in the morning what she would do over the day, and I always was impressed with the long list of tasks she would pull out. So in the afternoon I asked her whether she had really done all the things she wanted. The answer is most often a very proud “YES !”.
And because she’s friendly, she feels the obligation to ask me what I had done. And the answer is inevitably “I read, and I slept”. My co-driver now assumes me to be an incredible lazy kind of sloth, and btw never asked what I am reading. In fact, I could say that I was playing the Katzenklavier and shot my neighbours, she would not react ; she asked, as friendliness requires, but nothing requires to listen to the answer.
But last week she did listen – and when I had said “I read” she was quiet for an awkward second and then asked in the chest tone of astonishment “Again ?!”
I insist that this was not something ironic, it was a pure sentiment she felt – the amazement about the fact that someone can read for days, or every day.
I do not tell this here to ridicule her, there is nothing to laugh, and there is nothing ludicrous about her. She just leads a live without any books, barely a newspaper – I do not believe that there is something printed in her tenement.
An idyll ?
I honestly do not know, simply because I lack the imagination to envision a bookless life. I can not think about this now, it is just a Sunday Music, not a downward spiral into darkness & oblivion.
So as an antidote, let’s hear some funny & upbeat music recorded in January 1949 in Berlin : The Helmut ZACHARIAS (Ger., Eng.) Quartet jams together with Coco SCHUMANN (Ger., Eng.) – I hope you enjoy the music.
May the coming week be friendly to all of us.