Snow

It started yesterday, and shows no inclination to stop. The forecast tells us that the temperatures will sink continuously over the coming days to minus 15° Celisus at night, while through the day also minus 5°C are in reach.

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This midday from my balcony

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The greenery I see when I look down

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Sunday Music, Tuesdays

Well well, this last week “off” was busier than the regular scheduled working week. And offered more drama, too.
It started with a trip down memory lane and to a city I once inhabited. This Suebian monstrosity really changed itself to the better, from grey industrial wasteland to a colourful, “green” even, education oriented location. I did not spend much time in the city itself, but what I saw was very different from the images I had stored in my head.
I went there, because some people seriously harbour the idea that I could work for their archive there – crazy talk ! The ensuing conversation was a dense, no-nonsense affair, I’ll be told about the result in circa two weeks.
The next day I went to Middle Franconia, to visit the bookmines. There is still some flotsam & jetsam that needs to be looked through. Number two and number three of the institution came by to be briefed about the stage of affairs. All went well, we had a frank conversation, and I described some ideas about the library’s future use, and of possible subjects of further research. But I bit on granite, they want me to finish what has to be finished, then they’ll close the door, and keep quiet. When my job is finally done they can proudly declare that they did all the necessary things, there is even a new & actual, digital catalogue. The books themselves now rest in a reasonably safe place in bookcases – of course, if someone, for example a colleague from the nearby museum, wants to use the collection, this will be allowed. But there is no chance for the installation of a librarian or some other court jester.
So this is clear now.
Finally I went back to Suebia to meet a friend. On Saturday we went to see Bebenhausen monastery (Ger., Eng.). Stepping out from a 19th century room onto a 16th century circular staircase my friend misstepped, and while I grabbed only thin air, slowly but heavily fell down : Payn, faint, broken elbow bone – what can under the circumstances be called a blessing, it could have ended much much worse. Nice people in the local emergency room btw.
I was unsure about today’s Sunday Music, but in the end it had to be Johnnie TAYLOR (Ger., Eng.) with It Just Don’t Pay To Get Up In The Morning from his 1974 longplayer Super Taylor. This song is now 45 years old, but not too much seems to have changed. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the music. Do me a favour, please, and avoid to fall down & break some bones, this week – and, if possible, in those following, too.

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Rattle. No Roll

Yet. I am still a bit rattled.
If you follow my waffle here – for what I am thankful – you may remember that I took up a job as driver some moons ago. It is a job to pay the rent, really. That’s how it started, nowadays I would miss the boys if I’d get the chance to work in my profession again, but I’d do this without any question and hesitation. BTW I had a job interview two weeks ago, well, I’m still driving. But it was very nice to see that I am at least still eligible.
I do not write about the day job here, simply because it is just what it is, and because I do not want to be whining.
A driver drives, I do more than three thousand kilometers a month in the vehicle, a pretty large, white, diesel-powered passenger transporter fitted out for the special demands my passengers have. I drive on Bundesstraßen, A-roads, Landstraßen, B-roads, and narrow country lanes. I avoid autobahn, especially when my passengers are aboard. It is simply a risk I do not want to take.
On average it is all three months that a dangerous situation occurs – dangerous as in : A heavy impact is narrowly avoided – and every time this happened on slip roads or on motorway-style enlarged A-roads. On the country lanes everybody, with the notable exception of the dumb boy racer in his old testosterone-fulled BMW or Golf GTI, is careful, the professionals know what they can do with their vehicles. And if it takes ten minutes more, so what ?
The guy who tried to wipe out my codriver and me this evening on the other hand needs a special award.
I was on a motorway-style A-road in the fast lane (that is the left one on the continent). From the right a motorway exit slip feeds in, while to the left is a motorway access regulated by traffic signals. I was not particular fast, noticed a red car on the far right well ahead, my codriver was telling a story. Next I know is that the red car was basically vertically coming from the right, crossing over all lanes to reach the slip road to my left, I was in the process of t-boning him. Thankfully nothing was to my right while I pulled the vehicle over, heavy on the brakes, sliding on the mean trickle we had for the whole day.
While I was still rolling ahead & sorting my gears to stabilise my swaying bus the little piece of crap came back. It was seemingly not the gateway he liked, or the red lights did not match his seats, or maybe he just wanted to avoid ramming the car that was waiting at this damn traffic light, I do not know. All I know is that we had the same affaire again, this time from the left. He pulled in front of me less than a meter away while I was accelerating to control my vehicle and all of a sudden I thought that it would be a good idea to ram the basted to nirvana.
He drove a kind of cabriolet in red, I think it was Mercedes, and now he put the pedal to the metal and outpaced me easily. I realised that he lifted the foot when I came closer. Some hundred meters ahead to the right is a parking slot, and all of a sudden he pulled sharply to the right over the slow lane and the exit into said parking area, of course without indicator or any shown regard he rammed the car in there, still sliding with locking wheels when I thundered by. Following in would have meant a serious disaster with an unavoidable collision. I only hope he ran his car into the mud and ripped the suspension out.
All this took less time to happen than it takes you to read this, I am pretty sure it was less than ten seconds : No time to think & reflect, just action.
My vehicle took it easy, afterwards she was revving freely doing hundred km/h without any effort at 1600 rpm. Smart thing – I want to thank FORD for building a reliable and stable vehicle that one can throw around over three lanes like a wet towel without any damage done to suspension, brakes, or wheels : After more than hundred thousand kilometers, or sixty thousand miles, of heavy duty – well done !
Oh yes, thanks to the unknown driver in red, adrenalin is good, keeps the veins free from stuff. See you in three months again, bloody moron.

Sunday Music

What a fitting title – because a sun-day it was.
I went out and it was pretty sobering. Not that I had been drinking through last night, but actually walking in the sun showed me clearly that this infection is still not gone totally. After some hundred meters I was coughing an wheezing, but I chose to ignore it.
While on my way I clicked some photographic images, here are two to illustrate how this day looked.

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View into the Franconian Wilderness on Sunday 15th of October 2017

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Another View into the Franconian Wilderness, taken from the same spot, just a little bit more to the left

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While one looks into the wilderness, houses are built behind one’s back. That’s what “P3” is for.

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Middle of October may be a bit early for a Christmas lp, but “My Favorite Things” is a nice little song, here in the version of Mr Kenny BURRELL (Eng., Ger.) from his album Have Yourself a Soulful Little Christmas (1966) (Eng.) … aaawwwhhh ….

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Hope You enjoy the music. May the week be peaceful and sunny for all of us !