an occasional petting

Last night ended this morning again, it was a pleasant evening and a pleasant night. It was not a long sleep, but tiredness remained.

It was an artistic party in a country town, their celebrations alcoholic and the music jazz. Saxophone, bass and rhythm with an occasional flute and some shy song. Later at night a drummer turned up thankfully without his drum kit and yet nobody could stop him from singing and everyone listened politely. There were many pictures taken on the small black and white camera.

There was one pretty young woman there with dark hair and a long nose. She was lovely to look at. She is a student of psychology.

The night wore on and the day is spent worn out.

The son returned from his excursion to the nearby Moosburg, and father and son went out together to have a cup of coffee in a bakery shop that was open on Sunday. It was pleasant but not special.

The day was spent  as a blur without much detail. There was a pleasant invitation for the coming Wednesday for a breakfast at a nearby house in Landshut. This is nice. It was an invitation from the artist couple and a friend of theirs. This will mean getting up early on Wednesday and taking a long walk to get to the venue.

Then there was a phone call, somebody had forgotten their keys to the house in which the party had en last night. It was not far, so get up and go down the street to the house and let the waiting person in.

Then return and write this, the poor lonely cat has taken the opportunity to come upstairs to sit on the warm knees of the one writing on the computer and to receive an occasional petting.