Sunday Music, Monday Edition

Oh dear.
“Gestern noch auf stolzen Rossen, heute durch die Brust geschossen”, as WIlhelm HAUFF (Ger., Eng.) once put it in a poem called Reiters Morgenlied, Horseman’s Morning Song. After a weekend spent in fine company in sunny Suebia, I went to work this morning, still all good. Then I had to see the company doctor for the bi-annual check-up, and it went downhill from there. In the end he prohibited me from driving until I can show correct new glasses. He kindly avoided words like “ticking time bomb” and “accident waiting to happen”. I had realised that reading has become a bit difficult over time, but when I stared into this eye testing thingy, I understood that something is wrong. Cheating Adjusting the glasses did not work. And when the friendly assistant showed me a cardboard with a dot, I could not help and had to ask “Dot ?”, what produced a light sigh from her.
I drove home. Shortly afterwards my dispatcher’s right-hand-man wrestled the car keys from my shaking hands, and that was that.
And rightly so. The risk is simply much too big, it is totaly irresponsible not to act.
Tomorrow midday I’ll see the optician who “made” my glasses (in 2012), there will be an eyesight test resulting in correct new glasses (and a huge bill), and with a little luck I’ll be back on the road next week. Meanwhile I am on forced holiday, a good chance to look around and orientate oneself.
I need some friendly music today. Please listen with me to Mr David RUSSELL playing Minueto by Francisco de Asís Tárrega y Eixea.
I hope you like the music – and if you realise that your eyesight changes, have it checked please.

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“You can suck my ‘phytoes’ ” I was told in a friendly manner. It’s not something vulgar biologic the President of the Galaxy would enjoy, but the mere loving offer to use the last few Lutschdrageés sold under the name “Phytohustil” ; they contain Eibisch (Althea) that fights the terrible & hurting need to cough. It’s Saturday afternoon and for the first time since Sunday I sit at my desk and my computer. This “Grippe” hit fast, only three hours from beginning headaches to staggering through the appartement and falling into bed on last Sunday, and was effective : I felt weak and helpless for days, had fever and was simply laying from Sunday evening to Wednesday without any notable activity, except coughing. At least I’m five kilograms lighter. A good start, still some to go ; it helps that spring is looming somewhere out there and that means outdoor activity etc.
And it’s the best chance ever to finally get rid of the tabacco, why should I litter my freshly cleaned lungs with that nasty stuff again ?
I was so glad to have my papers sorted and having brought all that stuff up to date, now there’s another  – if notably smaller – heap of official letters that need some attention, action even in some cases, it never stops.
I have not looked into the news, GOd what will have happened anyway ? Idiots kill people, vanity & stupidity reign as usual. I noticed that google started another try to clean their net, this time forbidding nudity – and, arrogant as ever, declaring that they know and decide what is porn or un~ / acceptable : The power to define. According to FOUCAULT there sits true power, not within the discours, but when one can define the limits, what is in, what is out. Ah yes, the web according to some middle-aged American multi-billionaires’ ideas about moral – and of course, “you are free to leave if you do not like it”. The same “love it or leave it”-attitude as years ago when I left, after Leni Qinan and MJ were filtered out. I only hope that “waves of perverts” join wordpress now. As far as I’m concerned it works easily, I exported, I imported – et voilà. Enough things to tweak, just select a template with a nice font – go and find out for yourselves.
Now it’s time for tea, sofa, and some gentle music.

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