The last days were busy, this day was busy, then all of a sudden the busyness was over. Like a door slammed shut. I parked the vehicle, did the usual paper work, listened to the classic radio until the piece was finished. I got out, turned the key in the driver’s door, all as usual. Then I swung in the door mirror, and it dawned on me that I will not start this vehicle again until mid-January.
Of course it began to rain when I had got out, and walked back home.
The kids had been cheerful, especially in the afternoon ; my codriver had been talkative, more than usual ; my dispatcher was at the gate of the institution, looked me directly in the eye, and wished me all the best. It felt strange, not the usual goodbye.
This time the “lockdown” (I still struggle to find a fitting German translation for this word) comes with a nightly stay-at-home order between 21:00 and 5:00, trespassers after nine will be shot, masks everywhere. The numbers are simply too high – infected people, people dying from the illness. Something must be done, a responsible gouvernement can’t just step aside and let them citizens die. In the end, the pandemic is nothing else but a bratwurst, a matter of trust.
I will spent the next days on doing houshold things, like clean stuff, wash clothes, maybe even sort some books (?).
It was about time to have a break. My codriver and me did anything to avoid the sore spots, where we rubbed – like e.g. the subject of vaccination. I happily go for the annual flue shot, while she rejects it – of course she will not have a corona shot voluntarily, only if / when our employer demands it. There are other topics, where I can not understand her attitude, and – what is more important – a really friendly & regardful discussion leads nowhere. I really tried. (Yes, I may do something wrong, I seriously asked myself. But frankly, I have no clue : In the end I can do nothing more than ask in a friendly & un-confronting way. Many times there was no answer, so no further discussion.) To make it absolutely clear, she is in no way comparable to the nazi-monster I had sitting next to me while my regular was ill. And while we are at it : She could have ditched me far easier any time than me her, simply because she is in the job for a long time, and she is good at it. We both are now on a long “tour” that earns us good money, we both worked our way up to this, together over the last years. But nevertheless, a break of nearly four weeks is necessary, and welcome.
And yet, at least this evening, it feels all a bit … cold ? It all has a tinge of, ich wess ned, hoplessness ? Ach, what do I know what lurks Sous le Feuillage Sombre …