Sunday Music

I am just happy to be here and do nothing. The last few days of driving were brutal. As I may have mentioned, there is a large roadworks site at the autobahn, and there are always ( = every day !) accidents. Usually it goes off cheaply, but sometimes it does not, as in the second half of last week. There were some very nasty accidents that let to repeated full closure of this important East-West connection. And because some semitrailers burnt down completely, they needed to repair the tarmac too – in the end you found damn HGVs on the smallest and most narrow “roads” on offer within a radius of ten kilometers around the barred section.
Hero of the day was a Belgian trucker who insisted on driving through the Rettungsgasse, emergency corridor. Of course the idiot got stuck and the rescue workers were forced to carry their heavy equipment to the accident’s site for a kilometer at thirty degrees Celsius. His justification was that he needed to pee. I think he should be pilloried at the service station for some hours.
My plan was to leave for the bookmines on Tuesday, sort there what still needs to be sorted, have some days off in Suebia, and then return. But as I learned, the cabinets I additionally need, are not yet installed. Reliable information by the man who ordered the cupboards is only available after the holidays. As I assess it, it will cost some days until they will have this finished, so I unexpectedly face a week of holidays – ha !
To get into the holiday spirit, let’s groove : Here is Aretha FRANKLINs (Ger., Eng.) 1968 live version of The Rascals’ (Ger., Eng.) Groovin’ On a Sunday Afternoon (Eng.) – I hope you like the music.
What could be better than one Sunday Music ? Two of course : Do not hesitate to visit Ms SCARLETs Sunday Music !
May the coming week be dry, spam-free, and without accidents !

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In case you accidentially see a middle aged man of not very high built and small embonpoint, who looks a bit confused, wears a vanilla coloured vest and a beret of undefined colour, please be so kind and point him in the correct direction.
Just to be sure, because this discreption is a bit vague after all, his unique feature is a little black suitcase, a real one, not one of these things people trail behind. He may seem to be a bid “unstable” on his feet, but it is not caused from drink or ungodly shenanigans, but from work in the bookmines.
Usually friendly & carefree, just do not mention words like “removal”, “relocation”, “moving box” et al. Also a discussion about “cataloguing” is not recomended. Avoid libraries in general as dinner conversation, and all will be fine.