I was up early, the DH fast asleep. So much so that it was not feasible to wake him for a ride to the train station. Heading down the hill, I managed to catch the 23, then transfered to the 24. Getting off at my normal stop, I finally found the board with the S-Bahn times posted. The 6:05 S-1 from Osterbürken to Homburg does not stop “at all the stations.” You know what is coming, don’t you? I was standing there at a station where it doesn’t stop. Without enough time to catch the next 24 to the main station, I waited for the 6:18. That particular train turns out to be an S2, not an S1. It only goes as far as Kaiserslautern. Once there – it was 30 minutes before any of the departing trains were stopping at Landstuhl.
My plan of getting to work before 0800 was now long sunk, with a hike up the hill still facing me at the end of the connection. Barely making it to the office in time to change for 0900 mandatory training back down the smaller freaking hill at the hospital. And all of this without a cup of coffee.
The way home? Well, the train was delayed in Kaiserslautern, and again in Neustadt when the second train which joins this one was late. A man got on in Ludwigshafen, paint spattered clothing and nicked up hands heading home from a long days work. Dropping his pack with a clink and clunk, he sat next to me with a beer in his hand. Totally fascinated by my knitting, it was running questions till I exited at Heidelberg. What was I making? How did it work? Why was the one section on top with the other section sunk below?
He had learned crochet at school, all those many decades ago. A wash cloth as a matter of fact was his project. One that his mother, now in her 80s still has. Mothers are like that, we keep those gifts our children make. And bright colors? All of his were dark and plain. I left him in thought, contemplating Vampire Red socks in Chicken Wire Fencing while drinking his third beer.
Chicken Wire or Fencing Socks, yes. First sock done, heel turned and grafted (once I got home). I went ahead and started the second sock on the trip since grafting and S-Bahn riding are not a good combination. The first picture, taken outside is closer to the real reds of the yarn than are the other two, taken under artificial light.
On this morning’s train I finished up Fresh Disasters, the latest Stone Barrington by Stuart Woods. Plot and subplots were not all that exciting. Your typical hard-boiled PI, all the female characters existed only in flat roles as victims or sex partners for the main character (or both in one case). The dialog was not even up to snuff. Recommend that you give this one a pass.
Dropping it off at the library – Set Sail for Murder by Carolyn Hart and The Refuge by Sue Henry climbed in my back pack. I have started Hell hath no Fury, but it is rough going. I finally figured out that I need to go back and read Hell’s Gate first so that I can understand the multiverse before trying out a sequel, much less figure out the relationships between characters.