Well, I turned the lights out past midnight again because I watched C-drama at a time when I should have gone to bed. And that is why I was basically sleepwalking all day yesterday.
I got up at 7, wrote morning pages, did yoga and meditated. There there was breakfast. After brushing my teeth and a quick round of Duolingo I set out to get Brez’n and Weißwürscht’. I got dressed in funeral clothes and found that a) my boots (brown, not black because the black ones disintegrated last year) were scuffed and unpolished; b) my dress looks wrinkled and the interfacing at the front neck keeps flipping out; c) the clasp of the necklace I wanted to wear is broken and when I looked for another chain to put the pendant on I couldn’t find the one I wanted, and d) the leggings I wanted to wear have torn seams at the knees. I did deal with all of these problems and put on make-up but I still haven’t found where I put my black hair fork.
When I came home from the bakery and butcher I got the mail as well. And found that I got a letter from the train company. Now, when I was on my way to the gastroscopy two weeks ago on the train I ran into ticket inspectors. No problem, I had a ticket, everything was fine. Only, the ticket I had looked like this:
That smudge on the bottom edge? That is the stamp from that trip. Now, what happened was, I stamped that ticket, thought, „Wow, that’s a lot of ink,“ waited a bit and then put the ticket in my pocket. When the inspector came I showed her my ticket and she was all, „But I can’t read this, this is not a valid ticket, I need to write you up. But don’t worry, this will be checked out, just keep the ticket until you get a letter in the mail.“ I had to show her my ID, she took my address down and all the while I was completely freaking out because of the medical appointment and was scared I wouldn’t be on time.
Now, yesterday I got the letter. It says all the machines were in working order on the 6th and therefore I need to pay 60 Euros because I didn’t have a valid ticket.
I am livid.
I never said the machine was broken. There was just too much ink. See the stamp on the third stripe from the bottom? That was stamped this Monday on the same machine. There is still too much ink in there. This time I let it dry completely before putting it away but it’s still smudged.
So. I guess I’ll be making a phone call or writing an angry note. Stay tuned.
And speaking of phone calls, I also tried calling my thyroid doctor but – as expected – she couldn’t answer the phone. I was told she’d call me back. I even left my cell phone number and unmuted my phone but nope.
And then we went to the funeral. It was really nice, everybody was very moved, often to tears and I – as usual – felt a bit weird and like a mere observer. I really liked the deceased and you could see how many people he had touched deeply. He was about the same age as my father. There were his children and grandchildren and one great-grandchild. It was really nice to see everybody and meet in memory of him.
My husband and I did not join the others for lunch because we still had to teach in the afternoon.
There was lunch:
We shared a beer in loving memory and afterwards the boy and I pulled out the ice cream:
I then proceeded to teach, afterwards ate another pretzel (and more ice cream), started writing this post, did the dishes and Duolingo, watched C-drama again and went to bed.
The piece of classical music for the day was also oddly fitting: „Selig sind, die da Leid tragen“ from Brahms „Ein deutsches Requiem“. Very moving.
I’d like to spend today recuperating but instead I’ll go to a new-to-me dermatologist. The plan is to go grocery shopping after but I might just… not.
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