well, what do we have here?
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Third post today - would that be a good place for actual information?
Maybe. But then again, I am bound to ramble which will fill large parts of your flist window without actually transporting any useful facts.
It is Monday.
On Friday, I went up into the general direction of home, but not home. My deceased aunt's husband celebrated his birthday and as contact is very scarce since my aunt's death, my Mom had called me beforehand and had asked me to go visit and meet my parents there.
So I went up a different route than normally. It's a new Autobahn, which is nice as it sees little traffic and is in good condition - except for the rain and snow.
Of course, this was too many good things at once (after all, there was at least one good thing in there that was not yet balanced by something bad - the expectation of good company and a nice piece of cake), so this couldn't last. And indeed, it didn't.
My car started acting up yet again. I suppose it was due to the wet, cold weather and the fact that I hadn't used it in about a week.
And I got lost on the tiny roads around my uncle's place. After a while I decided to just ignore the print-out I had made from the internet that supposedly would have told me where to go, except that it told me to go through towns I could not find on any sign, and go towards the nearest larger town. When I felt I had a pretty good idea of how to find my current place on a map, I dug out my atlas and navigated myself to where I needed to go. Supposedly, women are unable to read a map. Well, I found my way just fine when I decided to use a map rather than the route planner.
But it was very amusing to drive down narrow roads with sharp turns every few metres with nothing more but a general idea of where you are going and a car that does not agree with you.
So I was quite upset when I finally reached my uncle's place. And when my parents came, I told them about it. My dad decided to take my car back. Which was good for the weather had gotten worse, the roads were slippery and I really wasn't feeling like driving anymore. And besides, he never really believed me when I said there was something wrong, so it was a good chance he might see for himself.
He did, but he also did something that was really stupid and almost got us stranded. He had asked us to follow him so we'd be there if my car really did break down. And even though my Mom had asked him to, he did not use the Autobahn but the back roads.
There was a really steep hill and up on that hill there was a truck whose driver had decided to not try getting down again. There was ice on the road, it was really slippery, so it was likely very wise. But the road was narrow and a driver of a car ahead of us was apparently not sure he'd be able to pass the truck and slowed down until he almost stopped.
Personally, I think the worst thing to happen is stopping on an icy road going uphill. And Mom was really nervous as well. If Dad had just taken the Autobahn, everything would have been alright, but no! It was very annoying.
But he did indeed find out that something was wrong with my car - who would have guessed. He says he's experienced similar problems with the Trabant and there should be a way to deal with it. He told me what to do if it happens while driving. I haven't had the chance to try it out yet, I had no problems going back to Hammelburg on Sunday.
Today I found out civilian guests are not supposed to stay overnight unless they get a special card instead of the usual form they need to fill out. So I discussed that with the responsible officer who happens to be somebody I know quite well as he is one of the captains of the "inner circle" - school history-wise. And he was very happy I didn't call him because of that, too. *g*
So,
linnapaw, it should be no problem to get you in here. It might be they won't even ask you for an ID, anyway. Or they might accept you as a member of an allied armed force. We'll see. If all else fails I have to get one of those of my soldier friends whose rank allows him to take people on post if they chose to do so without requiring those guests to have any ID.
There is more of the school history done as well. It seems as if the end is near. The end of - something, at least. We will see.
I need to write
tuva. She's been gone way too long without a note from her.
Now I'm hungry, time to go home.
Maybe. But then again, I am bound to ramble which will fill large parts of your flist window without actually transporting any useful facts.
It is Monday.
On Friday, I went up into the general direction of home, but not home. My deceased aunt's husband celebrated his birthday and as contact is very scarce since my aunt's death, my Mom had called me beforehand and had asked me to go visit and meet my parents there.
So I went up a different route than normally. It's a new Autobahn, which is nice as it sees little traffic and is in good condition - except for the rain and snow.
Of course, this was too many good things at once (after all, there was at least one good thing in there that was not yet balanced by something bad - the expectation of good company and a nice piece of cake), so this couldn't last. And indeed, it didn't.
My car started acting up yet again. I suppose it was due to the wet, cold weather and the fact that I hadn't used it in about a week.
And I got lost on the tiny roads around my uncle's place. After a while I decided to just ignore the print-out I had made from the internet that supposedly would have told me where to go, except that it told me to go through towns I could not find on any sign, and go towards the nearest larger town. When I felt I had a pretty good idea of how to find my current place on a map, I dug out my atlas and navigated myself to where I needed to go. Supposedly, women are unable to read a map. Well, I found my way just fine when I decided to use a map rather than the route planner.
But it was very amusing to drive down narrow roads with sharp turns every few metres with nothing more but a general idea of where you are going and a car that does not agree with you.
So I was quite upset when I finally reached my uncle's place. And when my parents came, I told them about it. My dad decided to take my car back. Which was good for the weather had gotten worse, the roads were slippery and I really wasn't feeling like driving anymore. And besides, he never really believed me when I said there was something wrong, so it was a good chance he might see for himself.
He did, but he also did something that was really stupid and almost got us stranded. He had asked us to follow him so we'd be there if my car really did break down. And even though my Mom had asked him to, he did not use the Autobahn but the back roads.
There was a really steep hill and up on that hill there was a truck whose driver had decided to not try getting down again. There was ice on the road, it was really slippery, so it was likely very wise. But the road was narrow and a driver of a car ahead of us was apparently not sure he'd be able to pass the truck and slowed down until he almost stopped.
Personally, I think the worst thing to happen is stopping on an icy road going uphill. And Mom was really nervous as well. If Dad had just taken the Autobahn, everything would have been alright, but no! It was very annoying.
But he did indeed find out that something was wrong with my car - who would have guessed. He says he's experienced similar problems with the Trabant and there should be a way to deal with it. He told me what to do if it happens while driving. I haven't had the chance to try it out yet, I had no problems going back to Hammelburg on Sunday.
Today I found out civilian guests are not supposed to stay overnight unless they get a special card instead of the usual form they need to fill out. So I discussed that with the responsible officer who happens to be somebody I know quite well as he is one of the captains of the "inner circle" - school history-wise. And he was very happy I didn't call him because of that, too. *g*
So,
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There is more of the school history done as well. It seems as if the end is near. The end of - something, at least. We will see.
I need to write
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Now I'm hungry, time to go home.