Here we are. I was busily travelling hence & forth, taking care of things, and learning new stuff : You can never use enough of this pump-spray-desinfectant. Just let it work for a minute or more, wipe carefully, then seal the wound with the sticky sterile stuff. And yeah, do not press too hard, after all it’s NOT sellotape. Just aim right, that’s important. Anything else will lead to a premature rip off, once a day is enough. Now let’s foxtrot gently over Summit Ridge Drive with Artie SHAW and his Gramercy 5 (1941). I hope you like the music. May the coming week be carefree for all of us – just do not overdo what ever you do.
Tomorrow morning some things will be decided, for example how the treatment of a certain Suebienne will be continued, whether I’ll do some driving, this kind of thing. The last days were uneventful, I just commuted between home & hospital. So without further ado, some Sunday Music : Six Ländler written by W. A. MOZART (1756-1791) (Ger., Eng.) in 1791. The KÖCHEL catalogue (Ger., Eng.) lists it as K. 606 : “Sechs deutsche Tänze für Orchester”, oder “Sechs ländlerische Tänze für Orchester, für 2 Violinen und Bass (die Orchesterfassung ist verloren gegangen)”. We hear the Ensemble Eduard MELKUS (born 1928) (Ger., Eng.) from their 1974 lp Dance Music Through the Ages. I hope you like the music. May the coming week be free from unwanted surprises.
Nightingales are loud. And terribly loquacious. They start their gossiping around 22:00 / 22:30, and keep on and on and on. Everybody likes a bit of chit-chat now & then, but they simply do not stop before 04:30 – and that’s the time for the others to wake up – and greet the sun with their lovely chirping : Rrrattengift her !
I can’t help, but women in their fifties, with hair dyed red, heavily tattooed fore arms, and Saxonian dialect, make me run for the hills. I thought about what triggers my sense of imminent danger, and finally concluded that it is this terrible accent. One can not discern whether these barely understandable utterances are friendly, scornful, or openly hostile. So it’s a communication problem, as mostly.
I walked through the city yesterday, came in the rain, and hence suffer from a headache & heavy snurfeling today. Tomorrow I have to go and collect a vehicle, these crazy Knights expect me to actually work : MAdness !
Things must be really difficult when I am asked to join a parish council. “Just one monthly meeting, a little assisting in the service …” GOd alone may know when I participated in a Protestant church service for the last time ? In fact I have other plans, I want to move away from here, not become member of the local parish committee. I become more & more catholic anyway.
Time for a cup of hot nettle tea. And some arm chair travelling : Siberia Invites You ! Truly irresistible. And a bonkers sound track. See you in Magadan (Ger., Eng.) …
GOd, I’m knackered. This morning, twenty first of April, Suebia greeted me with snow. Of course it did not stay, but it snowed for at least half an hour. When I travelled towards Suebia at Easter it was warm in the middle twenties Celsius, hence I used only a summer jacket. (What is decommissioned now, I simply can not see it any more.) In order to brave the Suebian snow storm today I used some other pieces, and a large scarf – and I am very thankful for this thing, because in various buses and trains I had to use today, it gave me sure protection against the attacks of the air conditioning machines : Some of them made the fierce Western on the platforms look like a breeze ! Here in Franconia all is the same. The hovel still stands upright, according to my neighbour nothing happened here, all is well. I pulled a registered letter from the mail box, but it thankfully brought only my new driver’s licence. It must be in form of a plastic card nowadays. The photograph is interesting. I used a machine in the department, simply because it produces a digital image that immediately is in their digital system, and surely meets all requirements for machine readability. The lady, who put the data together, smiled a bit, and I asked whether I should have selected another one (there were four takes, I guess ?), but she said “No, no. All good, already on its way to Berlin.” Because these IDs are produced by the federal print shop, the Bundesdruckerei. On the old image I look like a stoned juvenile delinquent, on the new one like a notorious drunkard. Anyway, the thing is valid. It must be Sunday still somewhere. Today’s Sunday Music is a little bow towards the late Mr Richard BETTS (1943-2024) (Ger., Eng.). My selection of Sunday Music is usually not influenced by the necrology. I avoid “in memory of” posts, but the Allmans were always special, and I like BETTS’ song Jessica very much. So here come the last eight minutes of In Memory of Elizabeth Reed as recorded live: on the 23rd of September 1970 in the Fillmore East. Just let flow. We could use some of that spirit nowadays – anyway : I hope you like the music. Let’s tackle another week !
63 mago 