Not the best weekend it was, more the humpf-end of a humpf-week. Had to work through stuff in my head, was angry at others and finally at myself, cursed the damn wheel in my head that kept on repeating thoughts, scenes etc., seemingly unstoppable.
I went to town on Saturday, just to walk, look around and disperse my thoughts, for the same reason I strolled through the village on Sunday. No photographs. Work was easy this morning, I gradually re-assemble my shiny, optimistic self. The very good thing is that a very close friend’s health is notably improving, some other things in the lives of people close to me are going better, this makes me feel good.
Sunday Music is a little instrumental piece by Robin TROWER (Ger., Eng.) titled Wish You Were Mine, taken from the 2014 compilation Compendium 1987-2013. I hope you like the music, may it be an easy week for all of us.
Sunday Music
Here I sit, a helpless victim, a lonely prisoner in my own living room. Outside looms the monster : eight-legged, brownish, hairy, and mean.
Last evening I walked through the door of my living room, and was stopped in my track because I noticed a dark, brownish blob on the floor. It was a pretty large hairy spider, I have no clue of what sort. I only know that it is not one of those harmless, even slightly likeable Weberknechte (Ger., Eng.), but something more massive, and un-likeable.
I grabbed a glass from the kitchen counter and wanted to just put it over the creature, when I noticed that the glass would be a little too small and perhaps cut one of the behemoth’s legs ; so in an unexcusable fit of empathy I moved the glass to push the ogre a little in the right direction to its own benefit, what awoke the animal and made it run. Thankfully it did not make it into my living room, but returned and went in the general direction of hall, bathroom, kitchen. Especially in the last room are enough possibilities to hide.
When the creature run towards my left foot I leaped up squeaking, jumped into the living room, slammed the door shut and ripped my trousers off in fear to find the terrible animal running over my legs. GOd alone may know what this creature would do to my body ! So I jumped like Pantalone while checking my pantaloons …
Later that evening a friend on the phone not only laughed about this scene, but also reminded me that getting up in the night, and walking to the bathroom in the dark barefooted could hold some surprises – we arachnophobes are a lonely bunch …
Today’s Sunday Music is nothing “Itsy bitsy spider”-like, but a little piece by Nicolas VALLET (Ger., Eng.) titled Les Pantalons, performed by Marina BELOVA (about, ytchannel).
I hope you like the music. May we all have a peaceful week ahead, preferable without any spider bite.
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Back Home
Yes, I’m back ! To be precise, I am back since Tuesday evening. I spent some days in Suebia, climbing on hills mountains, waiting, having an interview, and finally travelling back by train. In the evening I collected my car from the colleague who thankfully had stepped in for me on Monday & Tuesday, and Wednesday morning saw me driving again.
Sadly I had to hand my vehicle in on Wednesday morning because it is needed at another station, and on an interim basis I was given a German product – a real bad deal !
The thing is cramped, and quickly was nicknamed “Blechdose” / tin can by the boys. Some things are simply done without second thought (e.g. the hand brake lever is nearly unreachable when someone sits next to me !), while other stuff is over-engineered : It took me nearly twenty minutes to get my head around the basic settings of the ultra modern, fully electronic air con that was slowly freezing my head off. In the Ford you have three knobs to turn, and that’s it.
A real letdown is the absolutely insufficient adaptability of the interior. There is only one single seat, and I can put it in one place or remove it – cool. It is not possible to install this heavy thing somewhere else. Two-seater-banks can be put in, in three positions only – this is simply not enough, lacks necessary flexibility.
Thankfully this unprofessional tool is a) only rented, and b) only temporarily in use – I am promised my vehicle back next Tuesday.
After this short update about the actual Stand der Dinge here, I must ask you, venerated readers, for help.
As you may have learned over the years – if you had thankfully the patience to read this drivel for so long – I am interested in deceptions, impostors etc. For years I try to remember the name of someone about whom I read when I was still in school – maybe in the late seventies or early eighties. The man whose name I forgot is an impostor who tricked British journalists into paying him money for stories. He must have had his heyday in the sixties and seventies, his scam only worked in the days of the Cold War.
If I remember it correctly he would typically phone some journalist from a Swiss phone booth that stands next to the Soviet embassy, tell a shocking story, and set the trap up. He would creat an air of conspiracy, have the journalist travel, meetings would fail, finally he’d cash in.
He did this not for “fun” or to transport some whatever political / artsy / trallala message, he did this for the benefit of his portemonnaie only, and it worked.
He formed a certain reputation over the years, and older British journalists had an expression for this, or for him, but I do not know the expression, and I forgot his name. As I remember he looked absolutely unremarkable, bowler hat, moustache, colours from I-don’t-know.
Does this ring a bell ? Can one of my venerated readers help me with this ?
Sunday Music
It took me ages to worm myself through the amassed heap of photographs on the harddrive, and I’m still not finished. There is work-related stuff that can simply go into an archive-folder, there is nonsense that gets deleted without second thought, and there is a vast amount that needs to be seen, categorised – simply decided upon. When I will have finished all this I will go through again and look for quality ; if some can be found there looms the possibility of a photo-post.
It was a strange week, I felt out of place. I did household things, prepared what had to be prepared for the new round of work, sometimes found myself looking around and wondering. Read quite a bit. Miss to have a real kitchen at hand.
Outside is a really beautiful autumn, a wonderful light. Sun has still enough power to make one sweat, but the air is cool, even a light wind can sting a bit. I love this time of the year, although a little melancholy looms.
Here are five minutes of beauty : Mr GRAILLIER (Ger., Eng.) on piano, Mr RASSINFOSSE (Ger., Fr.) on bass, Mr BAKER (Ger., Eng.) on trumpet, perform Nardis (Eng.) 1985 in Sweden, I hope you like it. May the coming week be friendly and forgiving to all of us.
