The only thing I noted in my diary about Monday (12 January) was that it snowed. I worked from home and did not go for a walk.
| View from my kitchen window at 8:00 am on Monday morning. |
Working from home allowed me to skip out for half an hour at lunch time and get my sixth COVID jab (I'd not had one since 2023, and it is making the rounds again here). All went well, and apart from a slight discomfort in my upper left arm during the night, I felt no side effects.
At 4:30 pm, I walked for about an hour; longer would have been nicer, but I was expecting my two co-owners of the house to discuss a few things.
On Wednesday (14 January) I started work at the office as usual, but left after lunch to spend the afternoon at a company in Stuttgart to give the employees a basic training in matters of data protection and AI.
| Sunrise on Wednesday, as seen from my kitchen... |
This, giving trainings/talks and interacting directly with the people I work for and with, is my favourite part of the job.
We finished on time and nobody had any more questions, which enabled me to leave with almost an hour left until sunset.
I took advantage of this and walked from Stuttgart's Main Station to its North Station, a route I know very well and have done many times on my way home from the eye surgery.
Sorry - the photos are in reverse order, starting with a sunset view before reaching North Station and ending with the row of trees near the entrance of the park.
Much of the park looks bleak this time of year, but I still enjoyed the late afternoon atmosphere and silhouettes of bare trees against the setting sun. My pictures can only show part of what it was like; imagine the continuous sound of many, many crows about, and a few other birds as well, with the constant hum of city traffic as a backdrop. As it was one of the 12C/53F days, it felt very good to be out and about.
For Thursday (15 January), I had planned to work at the office again because we were having our quarterly meeting of Compliance Officers (there are 13 or 14 of us for the entire company).
Getting there wasn't straightforward, as the local trains were rather chaotic that morning (as is so often the case). And then I finally arrived, only to find that I was unable to log on to my work computer!
Since we do not have phones anymore, but all calls come in via our computers, I could not even contact our helpdesk without asking a colleague for help. From her computer, I called the support team and was told that they couldn't fix it quickly. They asked if I had an alternative device to work from. Yes, I did, but at home...
After I informed my boss, I took the next possible trains home, from where I had no trouble at all logging on. In the meantime, I learned that other colleagues had the same problem; apparently, it was an issue with a server, nothing we could do about individually. I missed the first two meetings of the day but was after all able to attend the Compliance Officers meeting, and work without a hitch for the rest of the day.
Late afternoon, I met a friend who lives five minutes from my house, and together we walked to the small palace by the lake which you have seen many times on my blog. The nearby winery (it belongs to the Duke of Wuerttember just like the palace, the lake and the entire estate there) were offering a "Wine After Work", all outdoors between the palace and the steps leading to the lake, and we wanted to have a look (and a drink).
It was a very nice evening, combined with 45 minutes or so of walking each way, giving us a chance to catch up; we'd not seen each other since before Christmas, and I was especially happy to give her the news of my engagement.
The day had been very mild again at 12C/50F, but although it was cooler once the sun was gone, it was warm enough to stay out for a while, especially when walking.
On Friday (16 January), it was sunny and mild all day. I worked from home, then did my usual cleaning, packed my weekend suitcase and left for the train station in the early evening.
The long distance train arrived even two minutes EARLY in Offenburg :-D
O.K. and I enjoyed our customary meal of salad, cheese, bread and wine to ring in the weekend.
Saturday (17 January) was much cooler at a high of 7C/44F, and only where and when the sun managed to pierce the fog.
O.K. worked around his mother's house most of the day, cutting down the climber that is damaging the wall if left unchecked. For about 2 hours in the morning and another 1 1/2 hours in the afternoon, I held the high ladder to make sure he was as safe as he could be. Not moving but keeping hold of the cold aluminium ladder chilled me to the bone after a while, no matter that I was wearing two pairs of woolly socks, two pairs of gloves, a padded winter coat, scarf and woolly hat.
It took me ages to get properly warm again, but eventually, he wrapped up the work and we cooked a nice hot meal together.
Last year, we did that same job in February; I wrote about it here. I so wish O.K. would postpone it to a warmer day, but later in spring, birds breed in the climbers, and cutting the branches would not be a good idea.
It was dark by about 5:30 pm, and by 6:30 pm we left the cottage for a two-hour walk - we were on a mission to deliver three congratulatory cards to two addresses in O.K.'s village and one in the next village. The village band sends cards to those members and supporters who have a special birthday, Golden Wedding anniversary or similar events to celebrate, and it is O.K.'s job to print the cards and make sure they reach the recipients on time. When they live within walking distance, that is usually the quickest and easiest way to do that.
I enjoyed that nightly walk. Along the fields between O.K.'s and the next village there are no street lights, so we had a good view of the starry sky. Walking swiftly meant we weren't cold; only towards the end we were both glad to reach the village again, and get back to the warm, cosy cottage.
O.K.'s Mum is in a rehab clinic for various health issues right now, and we went to visit her on Sunday (18 January). The clinic is in Durbach, only a short drive away, and we know the area quite well from several walks and hikes, for instance here and here.
Of course in January, the vineyards and woodland look different, but we still put in a walk of about 10 km before going to the clinic, where we had coffee and cake with O.K.'s Mum.
We spent the rest of the afternoon and evening back at the cottage, as usual getting ready for our usual 5:15 am start on Monday morning.
It is so very cold here today and I am glad I am retired and do not have to go anywhere. Whenever I read about your journey to and from O.K.'s home, it makes me wonder what you two will do when you are married and where you will end up living.
ReplyDeleteNothing about our living arrangements will change immediately, Ellen. We both have around ten more years to work, and of course we are not going to leave our mothers.
DeleteYou are very good to do so much walking most days. I should drive less and walk more!
ReplyDeleteIt is something I need to do both for my physical and mental health, Addy. Not walking is only an option for a couple of days when the weather is really too inclement or my schedule is packed; then I become stir-crazy. And driving is not an option for me anyway, since I have never even attempted to learn how to drive!
DeleteYou are a teacher by instinct, training staff in AI & Data Protection.
ReplyDeleteZuffenhausen : Railway stations, manned, trains on time, are my favourite places.
Walking between Stuttgart's two stations has so many memories from your eye surgery.
Bleak parks are great as long as you are going somewhere pleasant like coffee & cake.
OK on the ladder. Stanley Shivas a journalist fell to his death on a collapsed ladder.
Holding the ladder below is essential. Photos of Durbach are thrilling, wide views.
I hope your mother's rehab is successful. Jordan Petersen is in rehab just now.
*Psychiatrist reacts to Jordan Petersen's Benzo addiction.*
YouTube. Dr. Josef.
*The Hidden Brain Injury Behind Jordan Peterson.* Dr Josef.
I have never been on any medication but brain chemistry interests me.
Sorry to disappoint you, Jack, but Zuffenhausen is not really a station. It's a large stop where several lines cross. Not manned, unless you count the small bakery and the tobacconist.
DeleteBleak parks or fiels are still good walking grounds, no matter whether there will be coffee and cake at the end or not.
It is not my mother who is at the clinic, but O.K.'s. She appears to be making progress. To clarify: It is not the kind of rehab clinic where people go who struggle with addictions. It is for people who have had surgery and/or cancer therapy, for them to get fitter again. Much of the treatment there is for the patients' physical benefit, but there are also talks offered about how to eat better etc., and some creativity and crafting lessons in the evenings.
The only medication I am on are the drops for my eyes, to keep the inner-eye pressure in check. Yes, brain chemistry is fascinating.
I hate being a careless reader. And making assumptions.
DeleteMy hope is that O.K. will get fitter and that together you'll make a good life.
I recall you speaking about your eye drops. I imagine you get annual check-ups.
Omeprazole is a tiny capsule I take in the morning. It manages stomach acid.
A little wine is good for the stomach ? Paul was a wise man but was he correct ?
In Paul's time wine was better than contaminated water but it can be acidy.
In my youth I quoted Paul's dictum to Mr MacLeod, our Calvinist neighbour.
*A LITTLE,* he said sternly. They were dream neighbours, so quiet & kindly.
Sorry for having to clarify again, Jack: It is not O.K. who needs to get fitter, but his mother. She's 85 years old and has had various health issues and operations.
DeleteMy regular check-ups for my eyes happen every three months. The inner-eye pressure is the biggest danger to the optical nerve, and therefore it must be closely monitored.
A "little" can mean a very different amount to different people. It's all in the balance.
I am so glad to hear that O.K. is well. My mother died at 97 in her own house.
DeleteStill breathing, on a morphine drip. Stopped breathing while I was in the kitchen.
A beautiful Sunday morning. Gone. No sense of her presence, no ghost. Peace.
The inner eye pressure and the optical nerve : I get the need for monitoring.
I told my brilliant cousin, the cardiovascular professor, I would like to have
been an eye surgeon in another life. He just smiled. He speaks so minimally
about his work that you might think him absent minded. Yet he likes funny
light-hearted stories. Anecdotes. His father left school at 14 to become
a carter, working with horses. Lived to 104, married my beautiful and modest
Aunt Ginetta Lucacini who grew up in Livorno.
Glasgow had many Italian ice cream cafes in my childhood.
Ginetta knew quite a number of the Italian diaspora.
Those cafes had Vitrolite facades, in green, yellow or pink.
On the Sabbath they were the only places open for coffee. Pubs all closed,
Standing still in the cold can be bone-chilling. I was always glad I didn't have a sporty child and be obliged to stand and watch football matches in the cold!
ReplyDeleteMy sister and I were sporty children, but we didn't play football, and nobody had to stand around and watch us play :-D
DeleteWine at a palace! What's not to like?
ReplyDeleteThe small palace by the lake is a very popular spot for people from Ludwigsburg and nearby, in all seaons. When winters used to be colder, the lake regularly froze over, and I went ice skating there with my Dad many times. All through the warmer seasons, you could rent rowing and pedal boats for half an hour or an hour; we did that a lot, but the Duke of Wuerttemberg ended the contract with the man who ran the boat renting, and it caused a bit of an uproar with letters written to our local paper and to the Duke. Nowadays he's all about the wine.
DeleteThe celebratory tradition is a nice one and only really feasible in small communities. Walking at night is quite different and energising.
ReplyDeleteYes, of course; if a club, band or association of any kind has a large number of members, it is impractical to hand-deliver congratulatory cards to everyone.
ReplyDeleteMy after work walks in winter time often take place around sunset, and by the time I arrive back home, it is quite dark. I like that shift in a walk's atmosphere, but I also enjoy the occasional walk by night from start to finish.