parkinson and car rust.

At midday in the butcher's shop, there is a an old lady at the counter in the queue, one ahead. She is shaking so badly, that can only be Parkinson's disease, her motor actions are all shot to hell. She drops her purse pick it up and return it to here, she has difficulties counting change. But in the end it works out, and she has counted exactly. She is bent and shaking, and the whole line of people wait silently and patiently for her to finish counting her money and packing her things. Such disease must be terrible for those in its grip, a grip that will never relent for them. The shop assistant says that everything is fine, Rome was not built in a day.

The battery on the car is flat, there is no power at all.

Resolve to remove the battery and take it to the repair shop, buy a new one and install it.

This does not work because although the two screws for the battery contacts work fine and can be removed easily, the screw holding in the battery itself has corroded solid and cannot be loosened hoat all. 

And trying everything just wastes time, the necessary tools are not available, the temperatures are cold and there is an icy wind with falling snow.

So give up, after listening to the smart phone repeat a melody and repeat a notification that the automobile club will reply as soon as possible. The automobile club is overloaded because of the cold and icy weather.

Return the tools back home, and go to the shops.

Nothing has changed here in the last two weeks, and shop for the things for tomorrow's breakfast.

All is sad and hopeless this Christmas.

There are so many errands to be arranged.

And the funeral of the dear uncle is on Wednesday next in Cologne..