pub

 The saxophone practice was interesting, it was interesting to take pictures of that. The collection and the ensuing errection of the printer yesterday went smoothly, the machine seems to work.

It was all exhausting, and sleep was deep this morning. Most of the day was spent editing the pictures to produce presentable results. The results are in order, they are presentable.

But otherwise, today is chaotic, the car is collected the café visited and perhaps now the pub will be visited too. The cars interior was rebuilt so that the seats are back in place and the whole machine looks respectable now, like a car should. It is not the youngest of cars, but at least it should make a presentable impression.

It is now nine in the evening, and writing these notes is shortening the time in the pub. 

and now

returned from the pub

it is so very very late

A young woman smiled

and a happy eye

made the day a dream

saxophone this evening

Get up and go in the relatively early morning, then when it is still dark. Today is the day upon which the big printer is to be collected, it is located in a town called Laufen near the Bavarian Alps. It is nearly a two hour drive. According to the seller the device will fit into the rear of the car if the seats are all folded over.

Start the day in the dark, remove a few parts from the car that will be in the way, and even have time to make breakfast. Whilst eating breakfast read about the aircraft accident in the United States. It is a sad business.

Start the journey just after it has been bright for a while. It is a warm clear day, considering that it is winter. The sunlight is blinding all the way to Laufen, the town lies south east of Landshut. The centre of the town has one large square and many tiny alleys down which the car will hardly fit. After some manoeuvring find a  parking place at the back of the castle near the shop where the machine is waiting to be collected. 

It is almost exactly ten in the morning, everything is working as arranged.

Say hello to the owner of the shop, and then go to look at the printer. It is an enormous instrument, the size is quite daunting. But there is no matter for it, if it fits into the car it will have to be taken away.

Recieve instructions as to how to bring the car directly to the shop, and with the help of the shop assistants it is possible to take the printer off its stand and to load the machine into the rear of the station wagon. The stand is easily dismantled and joins the rest of the machinery. All the screws are carefully put into an envelope.

And then there is a short click on a QR code signifying that the item has been collected.

On the return journey stop in a town called Titmoning and have a cup of coffee. The town is a decorative place on the Inn river. The cafe is not particularly good, and it is expensive too.

On the return to Landshut go home, go to the bedroom and go to sleep for an hour.

The morning has been longer than usual.

This evening there will be the woman and her saxophone to be photographed.

vitamin day

 The night appeared sleepless, and the morning was not exhausting. This is strange and not pleasant. It will all make itself felt in the future, maybe tomorrow. Make breakfast at seven, listen to the garbage people outside remove the yellow bags from the various places that the people have left them. They are all at the side of the street, sometimes singly, but more often in heaps. There is now wind, so they are not rolling around like some kind of yellow plastic tumbleweed.

Breakfast is fine. Start to read up the instructions on the printer that is to be collected in the morning. It is a fine machine, it will hopefully have few hidden defects. It all does not matter, the main thing is that it works. Defects can be fixed.

There is a telephone call to the doctor. The automatic system to use the insurance card as a sort of visual prescription has not been working.

Read more about the use of the printer- this takes time.

Then the doctor calls back. They have found the fault in the prescription system, and they repeat all the instructions on the telephone for good measure. Go out to the apothecary at the end of the street, and – see there– the card works. The apothecary repeats the instructions again.

Go for a cup of coffee and eat the first couple of pills. They make no difference, vitamins are usually long term things.

Tonight there will be a meeting with the elderly couple, just a meeting, just for fun. Take a copy of the book of photographs taken at the reactor years ago along, it is a sort of a present.

That will be something extra to talk about.

after the notes

 The day started so full of élan and now it is six in the evening. Things started well and then there was a near collapse upon leaving the room to go downstairs to have breakfast.

Turned and closed the door, slipped under the covers of the freshly made bed and fell sound asleep.

At midday got up, and things felt moderately better. Went downstairs, and wanted to leave the house, but saw that the parcel delivery man was just up the road. Walked up to him and asked him if he had my parcel. He did, and he gave it away immediately, he was happy not to have to carry it around the place, Took the parcel back to the house and took it upstairs. It was a very carefully made parcel indeed. It contained a red vacuum cleaner, a second hand purchase. The flexible pipe was wrecked, and the automatic cable winder was dysfunctional. Put the electrical plug into the wall socket and established that the device functioned, producing a reasonable vacuum.

Left the house and went to the Thai place for a bowl of soup. The soup was pleasant and hot.

Then walked on to have a cup of coffee. This was all right, but the smart looking cake that they served with it was a disaster.

Out on the street again, realised that things were going wrong. The ability to move diminished, and sounds became loud and indistinct. It was time to go home again.

At home,  lie on the couch, fall asleep. 

There is a telephone call.

Chat.

There is another telephone call.

The artist needs some help clearing the last things out of his studio.

Whilst waiting for him, repair the vacuum cleaner with some older parts from one of the same make. Apart from the automatic cable winder it all seems to work now.

Put on a jacket and go out, it is raining and it is cold. But the job is done quickly, and resolve to go on to the pub later, after writing these notes

not help

The day is inwardly facing grey and the orb joining the horizons is that desolate shade too today. The insides feel awful and there is little joy in getting up. The first sound is the loud trampling of the wife charging upstairs. The sound is like a heavy herbivore on the run. Finish the ablutions in the bathroom and then go in to the kitchen to start making breakfast.

The wife enters and proclaims that the houses heating is dysfunctional. Say that there is nothing to be done right now, breakfast is being prepared. She says that she has pressed the reset button and the machinery works, but that she does not know whether it will continue to do so. Not being clairvoyant, agree with her and continue to work on the coffee pot. Then there is a demand on whether or not there is news from the tax office, she is expecting some refund. Answer "no" and continue working. She infers that this is unusual. Agree with a "yes".

End of story, make breakfast, go upstairs and be annoyed.

Go back down later and remind the son that it will be time to meet with the person who had had the birthday party one month ago.

Later, meet outside the strange café, the one that all the writers from the local paper meet at. They sit outside this café smoking cigars and drinking whisky in a homage to Hemingway. Perhaps it is really so.

Inside, the woman and her husband look a the book. There are thanks all round, then that is it.

Shop at the supermarket, and then go home.

And now the depressions are awful

upstairs, hurry upstairs to lie down.

Wait until the grey stuff goes away. The son is being pleasant. That is nice, but it does not help.

bathroom.

 So far this is a non day. There is nothing but peace and quiet, the cat does not understand. There is nobody in the house.

Read news and compare the chances for setting up a small place for finishing pictures, maybe a small studio. Perhaps it will be possible with a few second hand items. This will keep the costs down.

There is an unspecific offer to meet up later in the day to show the small book made up out of the pictures taken at the party one month ago. But the offer is so unspecific that it is not possible to establish when it is going to take place. The people are all slightly egocentric in their free time.

Now, at this later hour, tiredness is beginning to set in. It is five in the afternoon, and time has been wasted since two. It was possible to have a pleasant telephone conversation with the son at that time.

And now the washing may be collected from the dryer in the communal bathroom.

apologise

 The day started with breakfast and with a feeling of illness and tiredness. Ignore the feelihngs, get up and go to the town hall. Arrive early, and help to set up the exhibition again after yesterdays necessity to take it down.

It was a bit of work, not much.

It still needed care.

And when this was finished, went home and went to bed, slept tight.

Until the telephone rang, the artist was in the studio, he and his friend needed help. Go down, help to shift things. The tiredness and the feeling of being unwell increased again, until a fast food feed in the evening with two bottles of beer in the new studio calmed everything down.

In the evening, went home and went to bed.

The package with the book of pictures had arrived during the day, and the postman had simply given it to a neighbour. After several attempts to contact the neighbour during the day try one last time in the evening. The neighbour is at home, and he hands over the package with the book. 

He is in his dressing gown and pyjamas. It is not very late, but he is in bed already.

Apologise.

Check the book at home.

It is all in order.

The talented the rich and the beautiful

 last night we spent time at the exhibition that had been so carefully set up during the day. The panels with all the information on them that have been so badly scuffed over the past year. We're all hanging on the wall all 19 of them. They were in a sorry state.

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The artist reliefs shown in their beauty in the beauty is inherent to them. , And in the carefully placed lights of all the weak spots. It was a lovely show, despite the limitations that had been placed upon its execution by the lack of time imposed by the circumstances. There was a long lecture on the iniquities performed by the residents of the town upon the Jewish residents of the town before and during the previous war, that is in the years between 1930 and 1945. The artist spoke about the background to his work and attempted to explain his reasoning for having done it.

war, that is in the years between 1930 and 1945. The artist spoke about the background to his work and attempted to explain his reasoning for having done it.

The whole show was backed by saxophone player played slow music very well indeed .

The whole show was packed by a saxophone player who played slow music very well, indeed.

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In the evening later on everyone repaired to the local Italian restaurant.There enjoyed greetings from all present and then left. Left for a decent drink in the pub. Spoke to friends there. After two drinks  received an SMS message please join the crowd of artists in the Italian place. Gave up and listen to the show-off, took a few photographs of the antics of the talented, the rich and the beautiful. Done. 

should it or should it not

 and now there is no time to do this properly. The artist and his Various friens have been 

messing about trying to set up

an exhibition with a wierd selection of tools, an insufficient lighting system an du partnered with amareurishly displayed information tables, all of which have been badly damaged in previous Exhibitions. And at 5 o'clock in the evening, the show was presentable. Now it is close to six in the evening and there's nothing to be done except to find a pleasant shirt get dressed properly and go to the show oneself.

exhibitions. And at 5 o'clock in the evening, the show was presentable. Now it is close to six in the evening and there's nothing to be done except to find pleasant shirt get dressed properly and go to the show oneself.

It is a shame that things could not be done properly and it's just hard to imagine whether future exhibition will be a satisfactory event. Question whether, should, more work be put into this project?

night is everywhere

 Last night was strange and this morning was stranger still.  It was unpleasant to see the wife in the pub, the pub is a refuge. But it is the only refuge, it is better to keep out of each other's way there. The morning is nasty, she has a strange way of behaving. Oh well, things probably will get worse before it ends. That will probably be better.

In the cafe there are workers everywhere, sheltering from the quite bitter cold. They are all warmly dressed, but still it must be bitter in the unprotected building site.

Complete a short circuit of the town, and then return home. The cat is clamouring for attention, she wants to be fed. Do this, and then make a cup of coffee.

At half past one arrive at the Argentines place to discover his absence despite having made an appointment. Use the phone to give him a call and to ask what is up.

He has been delayed.

Wait for him, and when he arrives go into the flat with him and start to work immediately.  The table in the kitchen has to be removed from there and  placed in the living room. Clear the space in the living room in preparation and then take the table out of the tiny kitchen. The table is very heavy, but with some careful thought it is possible to remove it speedily. It is set up outside the kitchen almost before the Argentine realises that that part of the job is finished. Then tackle the bed, it needs a few extra screws to hold a central leg in place. The covers have to be taken down and the support for the mattress removed. The screws are not easily inserted, but then, after a while, the job is done too.

The Argentine presets a small plastic box of bilberries, he says he cannot eat them by himself, and he says that he needs to go to the hospital now. This is a day early, he will spend the night in a hotel near the hospital to be ready to register there at six in the following morning.

The end of the afternoon is spent with the artist and some of his friends arranging his pieces using the limited spotlights available in the entrance hall to grand hall of the town hall.

The work is not entirely easy, everybody speaks at once.

But then the work is done and all go home.

And now the day is dark and the night is everywhere.

tinfoil shade

Again, disturbed sleep, lei awake wondering and then sleep too long.

Up at eleven, then there is breakfast, then there is a telephone call from the artist, he needs help. Then there is the expected call from the doctor, she tells me that the examinations of the blood showed no anomaly and that all is well. She has some instructions as to taking medicine and she gives some advice as to taking exercise.

Drive the car to the artist's studio and load the items for the exhibition. There are other people there as well, they all help. There are two cars and together the things are driven to the gallery in the town hall. It is to be a small exhibition, one that is to remind the people of the evils of the Nazi government. It is a worthwhile cause.

Stay working all afternoon, the exhibition starts on Thursday.

Afterwards an evening meal is taken in the artist's studio.  That is pleasant. Put some tinfoil over one of the lamps as a temporary shade, this makes the lighting very much more pleasant. Talk about things in general, then take the artist home and start the search for a parkings spot.

Today is amazingly lucky, there is no difficulty at all in finding a suitable space. It is not so far from home.

At home, feed the cat and write these notes.

What is wrong

 The exertions of helping first the Argentine and then the artist move their stuff have taken their toll and it wasn't possible to get up and have a lively day despite the best intentions. A walk to the urologists practice to leave the letter from the general practitioner, and a short visit to the café and tiredness set in.

At home again it was hardly possible to do anything. Lay down on the couch, after a while things started to improve.

Cleared up a further tiny part of the mess in the kitchen and started the dishwasher.

Then went upstairs to lie down for half an hour.

Woke up hours later.

What is wrong?

day of rest

 Awake so late and Sunday lazy, after having been awake during the night, at about four in the morning woken and unable to sleep. Sunday morning laziness.

Telephone with the Argentine, he is in bed at midday. This is his business. The screws in the bed are not important to him, all he can do is make silly salacious jokes. He is turning more British by the minute. This is no fun at all anymore. The bed holds, and he will have to go to hospital soon anyway. There is no hurry.

Go over to the artists studio and try to fit the cap on the leaking fitting. This is easy enough, but then the fitting starts to leak at somewhere else.
Replace the bucket to catch the drips and give up.
Leave the plumbing to the plumber, just contain the damage until then.

Return home, it is now early afternoon. The wife has finally risen, turn away in disgust. Leave the wife, the son and his friend to make their messes in the kitchen.

moving things

 The day started nicely, breakfast as al3ways, then the son knocked and wanted to go for a cup of coffee and a cake. We did, and it was enjoyed, even after the disappointment of being too late for the small local café.

The afternoon was spent elping the artist clear his things out of the old studio and sorting things into the new studio. The day passed smoothly enough. There was a telephone call to the Argentine to tell him that it would not be possible to finish putting together his bed. The bed is useable, but there are four extra screws to be fitted. Perhaps there will be time tomorrow.

The wife of the artist parted with two lovely warm woollen blankets, one purple and one pink. They were a present for all of the work done moving their things

The work went steadily, and a small evening meal was enjoyed in the new studio. Friends of the artist turned up and the gathering went on until eleven.

And now, home , and it is ten to midnight.

so nice

Does it make sense or does it not? There is a feeling of illness and the voice is rough. Should the invitation this evening be followed to spend time with a group of people for an entertainment of which the purpose is not known?

Today there will be a delivery in the course of the morning, they will be the small parts for the Argentine's bed. It will be possible to install them and then this older man will be able to sleep in a proper bed for the first time in years. Perhaps he will reimburse the costs for the parts, perhaps he will not.

The snivels will get better during the course of the day, but tomorrow will be bad.

It is good that there is no headache.

Perhaps it is all just a reaction to the 'flu shot on Wednesday, and it will be over this evening. No drama.

Downstairs the kitchen is a disaster again. It should be possible to wipe the work surface after using it. The son and the wife do not see it that way. Perhaps they see the surface as being clean, then there is no need to wipe it. 

A change of living conditions would be so nice.

Take a rest instead.

A change is as good as a rest.

housework

It is still hard to get up in the morning.

But the pain in the arm has gone, and the incredible tiredness is reduced.  Shower, make breakfast and feed the cat. The cat is demanding today, and ungrateful after getting what it wants. What can one expect?

Slowly and steadily solve the problems with the desktop publishing application, and manage to finish the album of pictures. It is tiring work doing all of this by hand.

And then the work is finished.

Permit a rest on the bed for fifteen minutes. Then get up and leave for the town. It is already early afternoon, Eat a plate of rice and curry at the Thai restaurant, and then wander across the town and buy five coat hangers made of wood.  These will be useful for hanging up the jackets properly.

Return home and look at the work again. A thought occurs that perhaps an artificial intelligence program could write a script to solve the problem of placing the pictures into the picture book. Write a query and send it off.

In ten minutes there is a very convincing script ready for use.

It will need testing.

If it works this may save a lot of work in future.

But the tiredness takes its toll again.

Rest for a while.

Inside the next few days it will become necessary to do some housework.

the pain will pass

 It was dark today and the alarm went off. This was what it had been programmed to do and that is what it did. It made some silly smartphone sounds.

Got up and had a shower, remembering not to have any breakfast so as not to affect the veracity of the tests that the doctor planned to make later in the morning.

Downstairs put the bin out into the street, it is bin collection day. Spread a few shovels of ice clearing salt onto the footpath to make it safe for pedestrians. 

And then walked through the cold morning to the ice-covered car. Took care to chip the ice coating off the window, and then got into the car and drove to the doctor.

Upon arriving at the building containing the doctor's practice realised that the wallet was most likely still at home. Check the inside of the car just to be sure, but it had not fallen out of the pocket. This is a problem because the medical insurance card is in the wallet. Go up to the practice and explain. They say that it will be in order tomorrow, or better later on in the day.

The waiting room is silent and empty, and in a quarter of an hour the doctor is there. In her office she reads all the details from the monitor, and then she starts to examine this patient's upper body with her sonographic machinery. She searches, perhaps she finds something, perhaps not. But she is not telling much.

Afterwards a friendly young woman takes some blood samples which all go into various tubes. There is a concern that there is a vitamin deficiency, the results from the laboratory will show if this is justified.

It is now nine in the morning, hurry out to the car to return to Landshut to collect the wallet. There is a huge quantitiy of traffic on the road, progress is at a snails pace to the centre of town. It takes an hour to get there, normally it is a matter of minutes.

At home, there is the wallet lying on the corner of the table.

Take the journey back to the practice. The traffic jam is in one direction only, so this journey is much faster. At the practice, show the card, the details are read out by the machine, then sign a paper for the laboratory that will examine the blood samples.

The friendly woman dispenses an influenza vaccine into the upper arm. This is actually quite painful, but do not let on. The pain will pass.

In the café near the doctors practice sit down and enjoy a sandwich. This is both breakfast and lunch together. Then take the back roads to Landshut to avoid the traffic, this works quite well.

The combination of the driving, the flu shot and the coffee was tiring. Set an alarm and sleep for an hour.

And now it is evening, and there is still a bit of work to do.

machine time

 A day spent serving the computer, a day spent without any internet. It is not a particularly great day, the infection that is a cold is spreading, and it will accompany the body to the doctor tomorrow.

In the morning there was little trouble, the non functioning internet was not noticed, breakfast was eaten as usual. It is the most important meal of the day.

A small excursion to a bakery, and a disaster with a dropped roll. It was not so bad, they just handed over another one. A service for regulars, they will allow a small mishap sometime. The young girl behind the counter is new on the job, she had left the food on the curved glass counter. Too bad, this is  such a waste.

Try to ring up the son during the early afternoon, but he is busy. Work all day trying to put the pictures together for the small book that is to be made. Life is strange without a functioning internet.

Eventually the son rings back, and it is such a nice conversation. He discovers the fault on the router, it is easy to fix. He is a long way away, in Bayreuth, and still it is as if he was at the local machine.

Finish setting up the pages, and now it is eight minutes to midnight.

cold internal

 The cold causes its own misery, and the body does not react well to the cold, it reacts with a sense of fear.

It was late this morning and getting up was not easy. Downstairs the wife was to be heard working in the kitchen. Go back upstairs, and decide to go out for a cup of coffee. There was a friendly lady at the next table who, upon  leaving, started a conversation about her health. She apologised for not having started a conversation earlier.

This was nice of her.

When she had finished talking about herself, she left.

Finished the coffee in peace.

Walked about the town, the cold gnawing at the bones and freezing the arms. It is not that cold really, but it has become difficult to deal with it. Go to the Thai place and have a bowl of soup. The cold feeling gets worse, it is now accompanied by a sense of drowsiness. Go home, lie down on the bed.

Awake again, realise that the whole body feels icy now. Crawl under the covers, hide from the cold and fall asleep.

There can be no idea of what is wrong. This constant tiredness is a nuisance. It is now five o'clock in the evening, things are not better, but sleep has ended. There is a message and a letter to be dealt with.

The cold is miserable.

whether you like them or not

 Go downstairs, the son is there. He is in a hurry to use the bathroom, so go and start to empty the dishwasher. After a few minutes this is done. Throw away a few empty cans left on the sideboard.

The son comes out and asks whether or not he may use the shower. So go to the bathroom and then let him go ahead and use the shower, 

Make breakfast, the usual, for one person. He finishes showering, but this is of no import now anyway. Take the plate and the mug of coffee upstairs, and have a solitary Sunday breakfast.

Edit a picture for a friend and send it on to him.

Then go downstairs and have a shower.

Upstairs, soft the clothes,

Downstairs, discover that the washing machine has been filled and is working for either the wife or the son.

This is one of the problems of living with people whether you like them or not.

radio

It is a cold and sunny morning, now, after having been downstairs  and showered and upstairs and breakfasted. It will be worthwhile asking the doctor next week if those blood pressure reducing pills should not be taken in the evening rather than the morning. They seem to cause drowsiness.

Lie down again to combat this drowsiness

Get up and go outside, take a walk through the cold grey streets. In the small café at the corner has a cup of coffee and a german croissant. Sit there musing over the coffee and reading the american news on the phone. Nearly fall asleep.

Leave the caf#e and go to a discount store, the neck is cold and sore.

Buy a scarf, a grey piece of cashmere weave with a herringbone pattern. And then take the long walk home. Once in the room turn the radio on and lie down.

Listen to the radio and fall asleep.

There was no real point in getting up early.

At midday walk to the gallery. There is nobody there. Turn around and go away again.

Return home.

After half an hour turn the radio on again.

one hand will wash the other

Now the week is over and all the turmoil of the moves is past. The Argentine and the Artist have moved and have been helped. It is neighbourly aid and it is to remain unpaid. Moving household goods and property is a job for removal people. The Argentine's Argentine friend asked for a lot of money for his services, so let the Argentines play with their silver, none shall come this way.

The work for the artist was mainly help because his car broke down during the holiday period when he had planned to effect the work.

The pictures are all done.

It was a sad and difficult business getting started today, but gradually things were made to move and things started to function again.

It was a delight to be able to have a long conversation with the son today. He has a few days off from his lectures in Bayreuth, he has a lot of work to do.

And in the late morning, walked about town and bought a coat. A good coat is  a nice  thing, and buying one is like recieving a treat for something. It is pleasant.

The pictures of the new year parties have been edited, the ones taken at the birthday party need to be selected. The help of one of the artists has been enlisted to help here. It is that way, one hand will wash the other.

no enthusiasm for anything

 Last night was too long and not really to any good purpose. This morning was too slow and there was no chance to relax really.

Breakfast started with a bad avocado.

These things happen, discard it.

Why care?

Take a shower, that is at least pleasant.

There is a short message then that the hand cart is needed again. This causes work- take the hand cart down the street and help to load a cart.

Be unhappy today, there is nothing to talk about and there is nothing to do. It is not a good day.

The biological waste buckets in the tiny yard are full. Carry them to the bins at the other end of the street and empty the decomposing waste there. Wash out the buckets in the yard.

The dishwasher is half full now.

There is no wish to really continue.

Perhaps it would be good to settle down to a book and then to leave, to go out, and to have a solitary meal and to simply look at strangers being a pain in the neck.

salt, butter

 The mornings walk about town ended with a cup of coffee in the bakers shop. It is the one that the son likes, just a very quiet place with only four seats at two tables.

The shopping started at a shoe shop to get shoe laces for the fancy boots. It was only possible to get black ones, all of the others were round and not flat. But that does not matter so much.

Then downstairs in the mall to the grocery store, buy eight tins of cat food, some bread, four avocados, two pretzels, a quarter kilo of salt, a bottle of vinegar and a container of salad. Take all of that to the till and scan the items, and then pay. It all seems to be done now.

It is snowing now.

The next thing is to go to the italian restaurant and pay for the drink that was consumed yesterday. The padrone did not have his purse with him yesterday. But the future is currently misery, there is no knowing what plan to follow.

The butter was the item that was forgotten.

organise

This morning awoke to a call of nature. Looked at the watch and it was seven in the morning, checked with the 'phone and saw that it was really so. Stayed downstairs and made breakfast.

Upstairs again, after enjoying the breakfast made a phone call to the traffic people to inquire as to whether it would be possible to have the parking permit renewed. A friendly voice told me that this would not be a problem, if the expired permit was available.

Take a walk to the car, parked at the other end of the town. Retrieve the old permit from the plastic holder behind the windscreen, and walk on down to the office of the traffic people. Make a telephone call from the street outside the door and wait. In a short while a woman arrives with the new permit and some paperwork. Give her the old permit and the money. She checks the details and hands over the permit and the paperwork.

Return to the car and fit the new permit into the plastic holder. It will stay there for another year.

Go to the bank to get some cash. And then walk down to the bakery and have a sandwich and a cup of coffee. Upon returning home find a demand in the post to register the son and the wife for health insurance. There is an inquiry to be made from the wife as to whether she has additional insurance or not. She does not. She barks that the door is to be shut upon leaving what she now calls her room. It is warm there, but the atmosphere is chilly

In the early afternoon after a restive half an hour take the car to a place that has a vacuum cleaner service and clean the remains of the various moves from the back of the car. All the little beads of styrofoam get sucked out of the carpet and end up in the vacuum cleaners maw.

Set up the rear seats again, now all is in order.

Return the car to the parking spot opposite to the police station.

The parts of the car that had to be removed to turn it into  a goods vehicle are recovered from the artists studio and are installed into the car again. Now it is a respectable hatchback type station wagon again.

That is good.

And now, back home again, decide to take another rest.

The two Argentine men were met on the street.

Wish them a happy new year.

The young man never stops talking.

The old man is quiet, he seems tired.

far too late

 the sixth is finished and now on the seventh of January the post for the sixth is hurriedly put together.

sorry about that

The day started with breakfast, and hours of concentrated work editing pictures that will be of no further consequence to anybody but for those on the pictures. All those elderlies enamoured in what remains of their future and the significance of a legacy of no more than a normal existence.

This post is forty minutes late

The son went out with his father on a cup of coffee in a bakery shop. They were selling dry bread rolls with meat loaf in them. The coffee was in order, but the rest was not great. The son speaks of a few things that are disturbing him, listen. It is difficult to find appropriate answers quickly, so many things are from years ago. Mention things from the personal past, but he agrees that a café is no place for such discourse.

Go home, shake and shiver, freeze. It is a cold most likely.

Sleep for a few hours, then the artist calls.

He needs help with his fish.

His fish have to be moved from the aquarium in the old studio to the one in the new studio. Leave the house to help him, and take the plastic container that has been used to gather dirty clothes for washing along.  It is a watertight container holding about sixty litres, and it has a lid.

At the old studio help with the catching of the fish, help with the transport in the plastic container, and after some preparation, the release of said fish into their new habitat.

One fish appears to have vanished, spend time searching.

An hour later the animal is found hiding under a rock in the aquarium.

And now it is 

00:52

This is to late for good health.

the day is not over yet

 Funny day, that started with helping the artist move the last of his machines and then watched him catch his fish in the aquarium and then ended in a jazz concert.. It is only one minute to eleven now and things are still active and moving. The jazz concert finished at half past ten,

The fish were caught just before eight.

All the work with the machinery and tidying up the studio was done  during the afternoon.

Because of the commission to take pictures at the jazz concert it was  necessary to get to the pub whose translated name is the black male fowl by eight in the evening, it was also necessary to relax and to check the equipment beforehand.

But watching the artist catch his tropical fish was fun, it is a large aquarium, and moving it with the fish is complicated

The day has various events and it is not over yet.

never change

 The blackness of last night has given away to a light blue sky and a landscape lit by a diffused sun.

Last night was terrible, there was rage in the new artist's studio were many people are involved but all are searching for their own ends, the artist's advancement is no more than a collateral appearance.

This is an abusive situation.

The German way of issuing commands as part of normal speech is hard on those ears accustomed to the mannerisms of English, and becomes impossibly confusing when they conflict with the demands of those with valid authority.

This is a source for misunderstandings.

Last nights tiredness led to a feeling of misery, and this mornings comfort in the warm bed led to a feeling of guilt. There is no help for it but to realise that there is a flawed structure in the soul here, a matter that may suffer analysis by those who have attained knowledge in the field, but can only be understood , not ever changed.

tiring, cold

 time spent working on the artist's move to the new studio, all more work than expected. Their car had broken down and it seemed logical to help.

That is all.

This morning there was work done dealing with that backlog of pictures to be edited. It is all work that is not credited, rather people just congratulate on the expensive camera.

At half past eleven stop the work and go across the road to the studio. Wait a short while, then the artist arrives,

Drive s few of the sculptures to the new studio.

Become angry, there are conflicting replies.

Then there are two more sculptures to be driven.

The day is both tiring and cold.

dark

 It is so beastly cold this morning and there is no wish to get out of the bed at all, none whatsoever.

But at eleven in the morning, after a silly breakfast, walk to the hardware shop and ask for those parts needed for the Argentine's bed. They do not stock such fittings. Take the car to a hardware store outside town, but discover that they are closed. Upon returning home establish that the firm is not offering those parts online either.

They probably do not have them either.

Order the parts from an online firm, and wonder how long they will take to arrive..

It is cold. Snuggle up with a blanket and spend the rest of the day editing pictures.

The Argentine sends a short message to confirm that the online price for the fittings is in order.

And now it is getting dark outside.

everybody a happy new Year and a prosperous 2025

 This day started after midnight with strangers hugs and friends wishes. It is now 2025, the seventieth year of the writer of this account. A matter of no importance but one that induces disquiet in the mind. There is awareness of all those around who are visibly closing their various shops and going permanently out of business.

The walk back from the new Atelier this morning was dreamlike, one bridge over a large stream, then a small river and then the big Isar. The lawns between the trees are all littered with the detritus of pyrotechnics from last night. The air was thick with powder smoke then.

The first breakfast of the year was fine, there was the usual greeting from the cat.

The small animal was unaware of the portentous nature of the day.

The wife is in the corridor sulkily sorting her stacks of dirty clothing.

This may be some new year resolution. 

Wish her good morning, there is not even a grunt in reply.

Take this opportunity to wish everybody a happy new Year and a prosperous