Woke at four in the morning today and worried that the car may have be in front of a fire entrance. It was carefully placed yesterday evening, away from the gates to the entrance, but the pedestrian path was at the same level as the road, even beyond the gates for the fire brigade. There is worry that there is some small bye-law or special rule covering parking in such a situation.
Get up, put on the clothes and walk through the still sleeping town to the car. This is exactly there where it had been left the night before, without any tickets or notices having been placed under the windshield wipers. Therefore, all is well.
Drive the car to a free spot in a street nearer home, and leave it there.
At home, replace the battery in the smoke alarm, which has been making occasional noises all night. These noises signal that the old battery is now almost empty. The smoke alarm is difficult to access, as it has been all but forgotten about for the last five years.
And then the accrued exhaustion of a near sleepless night takes its toll.
There are many worthwhile things to take pictures of and no money to be paid for the work. This makes no difference really, all is well.
Spent the afternoon talking to a pair of artists, working in ceramics. They make life size and greater figures out of clay. They need pictures, this is fine. If a book is produced, that will have been worth it. They are happy enough with the pictures. That is all right.
The evenings are still long and light and long for those in Ireland, both longer and lighter.
There is much work to do now, and little enough money to collect for it.
The morning was spent in town, walking and shopping for supplies.
There is little being done at the moment, and many things in the offing.
The day on the road yesterday left a trail of exhaustion today that resulted in a long sleep, and its attendant guilty feelings. This long sleep is over now, and the next stage is mental preparations for the proceeds of the day. There will be a drive again, but shorter; to visit the collector and his African sculpture collection.
A short walk about the town, a cup of coffee, that was a help to start the mind working.
But now it is one minute past one, and there will have to be some concrete planning, it will be necessary to pack the equipment again, to check whether or not there has been any damage. The pictures were downloaded from the camera at midnight, the mistake noticed whilst their creation turns out to be not as serious as might have been expected. This is a big relief. They are not much more than the man who came second in the vote shaking the hand of the new Burgermeister.
Time is slipping away again, the finches are chirping outside, and there is a noise of building work now that the midday break has finished.
Get to work!
The mercenaries have stopped mutineering in Russia.
That is the first thing that the news shows. Alone in the house today, deal with the mess in the kitchen just a bit. This is just while the breakfast is being made, the coffee percolates, the eggs boil, and the toast toasts. The dishwasher is emptied and partially refilled, the empty containers for milk are removed from the worktop and the half used bags of sugar and flour are replaced in their drawers.
The floor is swept, the sink is cleaned.
Take breakfast up to the rooms upstairs, and read the news.
Take the grey suit out of the wardrobe, check that it still fits, and find a shirt and tie to go with it. Today is the day to take the perhaps prospective lord mayor of a small town in the southwest of Germany to his election party.
It was an offer, and he took it up when his own car broke down.
Pack the camera and feed the cat.
Listen to the radio.
write these notes.
It is a four hour drive.
It is six twenty six and the coffee has been drunken and the eggs on toast eaten. That is the beginning of the day, a morning in comfortably cool grey, the windows open and the birds twittering outside. There is no mail in the inbox yet, it being Saturday. The American news will arrive time shifted, the home of the New York Times had midnight half an hour ago.
Now the bells ring twice for half past six.
The crockery is downstairs again now, in the dishwasher
The bells ring thrice, it is the German way, this signifies three quarters of the hour. A quarter to seven. It is time to take the pills, and hopefully there will be no confusion today. Outside, from one of the neighbours houses, there is the regular sound of snoring and the occasional cough.
There is news, the Russian mercenaries are revolting, and nobody really seems to know why.
it was a great day today and for the first time in a very long time, use the recording pen to take down hundred notes it is not possible to be next to a computer all of the time.The system will serve as it did in the past. The day is pleasantly gray and rather cool, which is really nice compared to the baking heat of the last few days. Buy a comb for the cat. a flexible pad with steel bristles on the one side and a rubber strap on the other. The bristles have a small plastic blob on each end to prevent the cat from being scratched. After getting used to the different sensation the cat seems to like being brushed . The amount of hair produced during this exercise is surprising Spend some time in the neighbors gallery, admire the new pictures buys in Polish artists. The one picture looks much like a close-up of the sun. The gallery owner is very enthusiastic about these pictures talk to him about many different things and then leave. he owed hiss sound in the head has never gone away not for the last years not since the trouble in the physics department, when suddenly the decision fell to change structures when it was decided that the rooms were otherwise needed. The pain is gone, the hiss remains. The thought of the wanna be managers, those failed physicists, academics, he who did not make the grade terminating the three trainees without a single thought. there is nothing but the hiss now. The flowers on the balcony need to be watered and the cat has returned. Do not be confused. It would be stupid to water the cat and silly to comb the plants, Friday, June 23, 2023.
Awake, the heat is sticky today, it is humid. It is just very damp weather with hot sun in between the cloudy times.
There are thunderstorms predicted.
Thirty-three degrees centigrade are ninety-one point four degrees Fahrenheit says Siri, and she is always right.
It is hard and tiring to walk about town, but do the shopping anyway. The big shopping mall is heated in the winter and cooled during the summer. The flat at home is cold during the winter and hot during the summer. That is the way things are now.
The postcard is written, there will be an appointment for Saturday. There will be no attending the weekly meeting of the old and rich at the gallery this week, things are just too complicated now. There are simply other things that are preferable to this chat about health and conservative themes.
But that will be the day after tomorrow. Tomorrow is Friday, and it will be cooler then.
There are pictures to print, so that they may be sent off tomorrow.
Today is the longest day of the year, it is light when upon awakening and it may still be light upon going to bed.
Start the day as usual, but make the mistake of muddling the blood pressure pills once again, take two of the one kind. Resolve to not take any of the other kind, what will happen will become apparent during the day.
The steps are dirty and dusty, take the small vacuum cleaner from downstairs and clean the steps, and then go over them again from top to bottom with the mop. They are cleaner now. Not that this will make any difference, but there is no point in being upset about all of the other things that need doing in the house.
There is no point in doing these things at all.
Now it is nearly eleven, and the sun is shining with great strength, the air is still and the sky is almost completely clear of clouds.
It is hot, and the height of the summer will be hotter.
After some hours, between breakfast and ten realise that there is nothing to be found on the internet to repair the car cheaply. The day is very hot, be happy that the cars air conditioning functions well. At the filling station, fill the cars tank, and then proceed to leave town. On the way out of town there is a small place that sells tyres, maybe they can help.
Ask a man who is wheeling a stack of tyres. He looks at the car, and says that it is practically impossible to get hubcaps for a car that is that old. But then he says that as those are steel rims, they can be repaired. He gives directions to the office, and speak to a man there. He looks at the tyre and point out that there is severe damage to the tyre wall, it is lucky that it did not burst. Think about the son having driven more than a thousand kilometres on those wheels, that is not a nice thought. The people say that they can replace the tyre straight away, and they do.
They make a mistake fitting the tyre to the rim, and destroy their brand new tyre. They offer a replacement, that is ok.
On the return home, notice that the car is driving much more smoothly than before. This is strange.
It was a lot of money to spend, much more than had been expected.
Too bad, that is the way it goes
The post for today, the relief that the son has arrived is a good feeling.
Do not ask him how it was at the Brocken, lest he takes umbrage at being stalked. Children do not cut worried parents any slack, to use an American expression. Apparently he missed a corner and hit a kerb, the front rim has a dinge. That is good if that is all.
And all of this at seven in the morning, make the breakfast, and a cup of coffee for the son. Upstairs again, check the photographs from yesterday, two were printed on the wrong side of the paper. This is silly. Take the blood pressure pills, and then remember that they had already been taken earlier. This means that there is a double dose for the body to deal with.
Awake again at ten, after the immediate effects of the overdose have worn off. Lercanidipin and Candesartan, a duo that makes the blood run cold.
Package the prints and take them to the post office, and walk through town and leave the other package at the radio reporter's place. He is not at home today.
Buy a bag of apples and a loaf of bread. More will not be needed today.
And then go home, it is early in the afternoon.
The eighteenth fell by the wayside, the morning was spent waking and then going to the early cinema, the day was spent working and the evening was spent worrying. The day spent working was on account of the pictures made on Saturday, they had to be finished, and a walk about town took up more of the day, a film in the late morning, the Staff room, or Das Lehrerzimmir, was the film and the worry was because of the son touring around in the car. The son is now eighteen, he is going to be nineteen in July, and he is old enough to be on his own. Still, it is his first longer journey with the car on his own. There is a device in the car to track theft, misuse this to see where the car is. It is in the Harz mountain range, near the mountain called the Brocken. A place for witches and warlocks.
Fall asleep late after printing the days photos, and go straight into a deep sleep.
Regular breakfast, regular food in the morning, a shower and this is just luxury. By the time all is done it is nine, and take time to read a bit and to get rid of the sleepy sensation in the head. Things are all right now.
Even take the luxury of a morning rest.
Leave the house at eleven, go the short distance to the artist's place and have a chat with her, she is looking forward to her return to Brasil, and has managed to organise an exhibition and she explains all this. She also explains how all the Brasilieras seem to have surgery to improve their looks, and the older women do this too. She is painting a flag, the one from Brasil!
Then spent time with the Saturday meeting at the gallery. This is out in the sun, with no shade at all.
The meeting is over early, with some of the attendees suffering sorely because of the heat.
Passing by the artists studio on the way back, notice that her signpost has blown over. It consists of a canvas on an easel, the canvas is lying in the street. Pick it up and return it to the easel. Then tell the artist that this is what has happened, in case there was damage to the canvas. There was no damage visible, but who knows.
The return home at three thirty this morning after the long drive from the Schwarzwald in the west of the country, near the French border was a subdued affair. Turn the car around so that there will be no problems for the companion to just drive home. Wish him goodnight, take the bag with the gear and unlock the door to the house.
Go upstairs, acknowledge that everything is in a mess and that there is nobody to blame for it.
Walk around the small flat for a short while, and then go to bed.
At eight, go to the doctor's practice, an appointment where he explains that which is known already. There are no signs of any cancer. Talk with him for a short while, then leave.
Do the shopping in the mall nearby, remember to buy cat food.
Return home, and lie down in bed to sleep for a few minutes, still being tired. Then sort out the pictures for the local Scot and his family. The offer to do them for free has whetted the mans appetite, there are quite a few of them that he wants. Set up the system to transfer them to him, then all is done.
Then go downstairs, to make up a snack. The kitchen is a catastrophic scene of untidiness again.
Go upstairs again, lie down for a few minutes to escape the depression and the frustration.
Wake up in the late afternoon, and realise that driving for half the night is an escapade that young people may get away with easily, but at this age it is not so easy any more.
It is nine minutes ahead of the time for which the alarm had been set, breakfast has already been made and consumed and it is time to work out what to do next. It is a day with light fluffy clouds, perhaps the hot weather will break.
It will be necessary to close the windows before leaving
It will be necessary to pack a small amount of clothes.
It will be necessary to have a shower.
Do these things in reverse order, and there is a possibility that it might all work.
Now it is seven in the morning, that is the time for which the alarm clock had been set last night, just in case Morpheus wanted more.
It is now 23:27 and it is dark again, like it was this morning. Meanwhile some things have happened, the lens is in order according to the camera merchant, so be it.
A telephone call with the radio man who wants to become lord mayor of a small town, his birthplace. An offer to come down to his election campaign tomorrow. It will be a three hour journey, there will be pleasant people to meet, perhaps some pictures to be taken. It will be entertaining, perhaps even tiring.
The usual walks around the town, then a return home and a visit to the church to take a picture of its ceiling. This is made up of crossed arches, it is all highly symmetrical and it has been freshly decorated. Christ on his cross looks down upon the congregation.
Return home and do the picture. John telephones, now there is an invitation to an evening meal. This is good. Take the pictures and pack them into the small camera bag. Tidy up a few things and then walk on down the street to John's place.
Tomorrow will be busy, good night.
Monday is now past, it is Tuesday. Breakfaast, the morning Paradise in the small flat with the birds and the breeze. When that is finished, turn on the small garden pump for the water from the old well and water all the plants in the courtyard. The courtyard is not ideal for planting, it is too dark, and it is floored with concrete which makes it necessary to water the plants even more regularly than otherwise,
Water all the vines, and the trees, all desperately reaching for the sunlight twenty feet above. They will have to grow between now and September, and then they will wilt back, all but the trees.
And then return upstairs, and wait, and sleep a bit. This mornings work started at five, sleeping "plein air" causes this, all this waking up to first light and birdsong.
At eight in the morning go down to the place where the car is kept and take it to the filling station. Fill the tank and check the air in the tyres. They all need air, they are on the soft side. That is bad for mileage. Take the car back to the parking spot, avoiding a sleepy looking gent in a sports car who is driving British style around the corner. That would indeed have been a waste of petrol, and two cars lost. The mutt swerved over to his own side of the road before any such mishap.
The new secondhand lens bought yesterday, it has a discrepancy between that which is rangefinder focus and that which is the actual onscreen focus. It is not to be reconciled. This is too bad, it would have been to good to be true. Return it to the shop for checking, They are friendly, and they will check it and speak to the manufacturer to find out about possible causes of this discrepancy, The discrepancy is there with both cameras and is not there with the other lenses. It must be the new lens itself. What a shame! Perhaps it will be possible to do a deal with the repairs, then it will be as good as new again. Maybe, we will see.
And what other things remain to be done now? Speak to the son, he is worried about the car insurance covering his friends if they share the driving on his upcoming trip to Hamburg. Make a serious attempt to speak to the insurance company on the phone, but after half an hours musical fragments and please do hold the line messages just give up it is nerve racking. Go to the motor club and extend the membership to include him, in case he needs assistance on this journey, his first long journey by car. Ask them about the insurance, but they have no idea. The woman is helpful, but she say that every insurance company is different.
After a calming cup of coffee on the way, return home and give the son his papers. Then try the insurance company again. This time it works, and inside five minutes the information is given.
Go down to the kitchen and make a sandwich, then start the dishwasher.
Now it is early afternoon already. Leave the house, go to the hairdressers. She has time, this is lucky. End up with a tight haircut to be combed back for a change. There is enough hair to not make any kind of a combover necessary, ask for trouble combing it back to show off the receeding hair line and all the hairs standing up, She shortens the eyebrows too, that makes it all less shaggy. On the ensuing walk meet the building worker, she is talking to her colleagues. They are all joking and making fun of each other.
Another circuit of the town, and finally, back at home ring up the hospital to check that everything is in order. It is, and there is nothing more to be done until August.
Then settle down to write a postcard, it has to be printed first. At that point discover that the pen does not take well to the back of that fancy paper. With some trouble get the ink to stick to the paper, and then leave the house again and go to the post office only to discover that the machine for the stamps is out of service. Hurry to the department store who have a small sub-postoffice. Arrive there just in time. Buy a stamp and return to the main post office and post the card. It is a thank-you card for the book.
Return home, clear out the dishwasher and make a cup of coffee.
Slept well, a summers sleep with fresh clean air blowing in through the windows. Birdsong outside, church bells ringing, it is all there.
There is the sound of the firebrigades and ambulances heading out on a mission, They seem to be heading in the Vilsbiburg direction. It is about half past six.
Feed the cat and shower, and then breakfast. Then put on day clothes and make up the bed.
In that order.
Read the news. Trump seems to be making up the rules again, or at least he is attempting to. His tenants must have a hard time keeping up. There is unclear news from Ukraine, and the german coalition government is having problems. That is all much the same as yesterday.
Settle down to read a book. that book which was given to me by the collector.
Later on, there is the news on the radio. At the end of the major part of the news there was a report on a road accident this morning, between Landshut and Vilsbiburg. There were two fatalities, a young child of eight survived a head on collision between two vehicles at around six thirty in the morning.
That must have been what the noise from the emergency services had been so early this morning.
There is no problem getting up, but what for? Breakfast finished, move away the crockery, and then cut six sheets of A4 paper in half so that now they are A5. Put them into the printer, pick out the pictures that Eva wanted yesterday from the stack of pictures that John may have if he wants.
Start the printer, and take the used dishes downstairs. Waste time until ten doing sundry things, then pack the pictures into envelopes. The second printing, the one for Eva, was done on better paper, and held a small bit lighter than the first batch. They are more pleasing , this is all right. Then go out, visit the artist in her gallery and give her the photograph as promised. Chat a while, then go.
Meet the son by chance on the street corner. He looks tired, he is strained by all those things that he has to take care of these days. After a short chat he goes on home. It would be lovely to talk to him for a longer time, but he does not want to. He has all the problems that young men in their late teens have.
It is going to be a day of pieces again. Meet the crowd of powerful citizens now discussing the things of their age, spend the time making contrary comments. They all seem so radical. The one is against gay expression on the street, the other is against legalising soft drugs. They all seem to be supporters of the pageant that is due to start in a few weeks.
At three, get up and go, say goodbye and leave. Remember to pay the waiter first.
Worry is increasing on account of the missing diagnosis after that expensive examination. It will now be necessary to postpone the doctor's appointment on Monday, this is all becoming nonsensical. It is silly. It is all open ended and nobody seems to want to know what is going on.
It could make a grown man cry.
Try to read the news, the stylish Trump has been formally accused. It is just a matter of time before he either slithers from his bonds yet again or finds himself with free board and lodging in Florida.
But that is all not really important.
At midday telephone the medical people in Regenstauf and a voice answers from what sounds like an ongoing party and says that it will probably take until Tuesday.
Now isn't that too bad.
Walk about town, and at two return the key of the gallery to the gallery. Chat with the owner for a while, and then go.
It is all dreary at the moment, but at least the weather is good.
The morning well spent cleaning the rooms again, and printing pictures for the musician. Make some experiments with the "Fine Art" papers, the tonal range possible is fantastic, the only sad thing is the yellow tint of the paper. A thought occurs that this yellow tint may well save yellow ink whilst printing.
Time will show.
The mad electrician rings and says that he will be around at two.
Continue with the prints,
He arrives at two, all bustling and in a hurry. Attempt to explain the method by which the wires are fixed to the fuse box, but he is so sure of himself that he does not want to know. Let him get on with his work, wondering at some unusual methods he is using, but bowing to his superior knowledge all the while. Clean up the mess that ensues.
And then the blame comes. Be informed that the wires should have been mounted to enable trimming.
They were, but do not tell him any more that he would have to release the small strut to be able to get at them. This would be the explanation at the start of all this work that he just did not want to know about. There is no point in being righteous about it, the man will not listen at all.
After some hours of hard work on his part all is done, it is neat and it works. Who cares, it could have been done faster and more economically, but it is done now.
He insists on being taken out to a meal in a ridiculous restaurant at the end of town.
The place is noisy, because of tiled floors and a vaulted cieling.
See him off to Munich after all is said and done.
Go out for a drink in the bar and attempt to deliver the pictures there.
The barman is happy to receive his.
This mornings doctor's appointment was cancelled, the results that should have veen discussed are not yet available, it will be Friday before this is the case. The result of the short discussion in the practice is that the whole show is put off until Monday morning at half past twelve. So everything is going to be delayed until next week.
Spend the time in the café watching builders restoring the house opposite. The architect has the strangest plans for the building. The builders go back and forth repairing cracks in the walls. In the course of this week it is likely that the plasterers will render the surface of the walls, then the building will be unrecognisable.
This afternoon will be spent on gallery duty, a small favour to repay favours received.
And the time until then spent tidying the room, sorting things and petting the cat. The animal has developed a great fondness for sitting on the human knees and having it's back stroked. And then it jumps to the window and commences to make growling noises at the bird population on the roof opposite, so near and yet so far away. Too bad, the hunting instinct will remain unsatisfied.
Think about the things that need to be done, think about things that would give pleasure. What of it, the show will go on.
There will be a major medical examination today, this will be an attempt to exclude the malignancy of a swelling of the prostate gland in this dear old body. It will be necessary to take a journey of some sixty kilometres, it was the only place available for an appointment at such short notice.
The whole business is worrying. Outside, the birds are chirping, some necessary communication to do with their nesting activities. The bells of Saint Martins and all the other churches in Landshut sound outside, and the sound of electrical hammers is now to be heard all over the town.
There may be further stories later today, and then again, maybe not.
Why not. Now it is evening, it is five , the birds outside are still cheeping, as if nothing had changed, only the sun is on the other end of it's run across the sky. The examination in Regenstauf meant just a long time in a pipe, wearing headphones and listening to the loud thumps and squeaks of the machine. This takes about half an hour, then it is over.
Took the road back to Landsut immediately after the examination. There was no wish to go anywhere else or to visit anybody. It was frustrating that the doctor will take almost a whole week to provide his assesment ot the results. Now that things are so frightening there is a wish to get the nonsense over with.
The whole afternoon was spent fixing the fuse box, first having to buy two small packages of cable ties, then buying yet another bag of apples and then returning home. After a careful look at the fuse box see that all has been provided for, and after removing some errant pieces of plaster start fixing the wires one by one, ensuring that they all lie neatly beside each other. It is actually not difficult.
Yesterday afternoon, after an abrupt 'phone call the friend who was going to do the electrical work turned up and started to work.
It was a case requiring constant surveillance, he would out of a sense of some self-important duty have commenced ripping out as much of the available wiring as possible for the sake of his understanding and for the satisfaction of his sense of safety. A complete catastrophe would have been the result.
Listening to his moaning, his cursing against the amateur way in which the structures had been installed start to wonder whether or not it had been a good idea to ask him to do this work. It had been necessary to ask for some kind of return for his constant requests for photographic work, but it might just have been cheaper to hire an electrician.
He works and works and in the end there is some neat work done, and the replacement of circuitry and the installation of superfluos main switches is averted. He finally leaves in a semi-professional huff in the early evening.
Exhaustion sets in, and after a short conversation with the son go out and have a small meal in the local Italians place. Return home after this and forget to do this entry for this blog.
Sunday the Fourth of June was a day that started badly, the bad start being then followed by disappointment, and all topped by having to deal with people who's prime purpose in life appears to be depiction of themselves in very rosy terms.
Should there be any cause for greater detail?
The friend who promised to look at the electrical connections in the house yesterday was surprised at the telephone call. Now there are more conditions, more complaints more excuses. Agree to trace the wiring further to the best of available abilities and resources. Agree to make pictures to illustrate that which was invisible due to his having forgotten his reading glasses.
Two hours spent trying to understand a system without being electrocuted, only to find out that the things are simpler than had been expected. Another half an hour goes on typing up a description of the discoveries.
A short visit to the café to try to relax. Confronted with the chatter of people talking about sickness and health and their sad truths about their various relatives, and where they plan to meet. All fortissimo, you would think that it was a consort of the deaf.
Go back home to sleep away the depressions.
That effort having failed too, take a shower and go out to the concert in the pub. It is strange, there is a painter and a musician. The painter is painting, the musician is patronising as is his wont. The musician's family is present, take pictures, this is what had been requested.
At some point charges will have to be made, there is no such thing as a free lunch.
Go move no.
This is the morning blues, things are not starting well today, and there may be a fear that they are going to end badly.
Go go get up, Make breakfast or something. Downstairs, pat the cat on the head, make coffee and poached eggs. The eyes are blurry and the head is whistling with the sound of slow firing neurons and reserves of mental prowess lying fallow at this time hissing and thumping inside the head.
No, there was no drink taken. This is the normal stress laden way of things. The breakfast consumed, the news read, there is a terrible train accident in India and the Moldovian prime minister is similar in appearance to the German foreign minister. At first glances only. Sit down, lie down, get up. Go downstairs and take the bicycle, drive to the building suppliers and buy an apartment lock, a light one from Abus which looks just like the ones known as Yale. Gather things to talk about and walk on to the meeting in the café. Receive a pleasant welcome. Recieve an invitation to go up country in the weeks to come. That is nice, it is a curious change.
In the afternoon, spend time with the Brazilian painter, she is such beautiful and pleasant company.
Then go home and fit the lock to the door of the small apartment. The son has his friends wandering about the house now, and trust is surely a poor companion for strangers.
This morning was another time to awaken and not to know where and to be unsure of when. When the surroundings were checked and the time was seen on the wrist watch everything was in order again.
It is five in the morning on a Friday, just go back to bed and enjoy the sight of the growing light.
Later on, at six, get up to make some breakfast, go to the bathroom or whatever else is to be done. At this hour there seems to be no news online, then realise that for whatever reason the internet has failed again.
Use the internet on the phone, this seems to work.
At eight thirty walk to the doctor's place. Today is market day in the Neustadt, and so walk slowly to admire the market stalls. There are many there selling flowers, resolve to buy another plant for the balcony later on the way back. At the doctors the results of the last test are available, they are printed out by a a friendly assistant. The doctor is rushing around in the background, trying to deal with all the patients that wish to see him.
The next stop is at the office belonging to the medical insurance people, the idea being to attempt to present an argument that they should be paying for the MRT tests that the doctors in the hospital require. It does not take long, then there are long explanations and questions to be answered. There is an agreement in principle, but nothing definite. Time will tell as to whether the insurance people are convinced or not.
Then a round by the shops to buy eggs and bread and a glass full of pickled gherkins.
And at the market, buy a small pot with green vegetation and tiny magenta flowers. They are nice.
Hang the jacket war yesterday out on the balcony. Yesterday was spent at a smokers place, and the fumes have lodged in the fibres of the jacket. Hanging the jacket in the breeze on the balcony will allow this smell to dissipate. The other clothes will go into the wash.
It is the first of June, and it is a brilliant summer day.
And despite the late night, all is well today. The depressions have gone. Remember not to succumb to deeply when they return.
The clothes have been sorted, go out for a walk. Buy a slice of meat loaf in a roll for a snack, look around the town, things are quiet, it being Thursday today. It is hot, and it is pleasant.
The afternoon will be spent in the gallery, minding the pictures. The gallery's proprietors have both to be at a conference in Passau. That will take care of the day today.
the day has been taken care of
