Unterwegs

I can scarcely believe it, but my things are under way to Denmark. In fact, they may already have arrived. The mover (note my use of the singular) pulled up at 20 past eight last night, after what was certainly a long day of traffic on the unpleasant, crowded, and construction-complicated German freeways. (The lack of a speed limit hardly matters at times like that.) But right away we set to work (note my use of the plural), moving things downstairs and into the trailer he had attached to an SUV. By the time it was all in place, I regretted not having more to move - the trailer had plenty of space left over. Some light fixtures! A side table! Bookshelves, chairs, a spare bed! Where were they? It's ridiculous when I think about it, of course, since we've talked about keeping our stuff content to a minimum. But the possibilities to transport things between Switzerland and Denmark! Also, really, by the time it was over, I collapsed in relief at not having more to move. Up and down! All those stairs! After two days of double rehearsals of Beethoven 6 (cue the Storm scene)!

Well. It's all gravy from here, as they say. (Rainy gravy, at the moment.) I have two concerts left, and some vacuuming, I guess. And then back to CPH and our new flat. Andrew, what a trooper, has enlisted several friends to help move everything up to the fourth (read: fifth) floor on Saturday. Oh, sorry guys, I don't show up until Sunday night! Anyway, I guess I still put in a good amount of work. My calves and ankles can confirm that statement.

Following are a few photos from my time here. The Rhine in the morning, a kitten, bass on a train, lunch at my favorite bakery, dinner with friends in their garden, and a couple photos to give you some idea of how obsessively organized I was for this move. Because, frankly, you never know.
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