it is time consuming building kitchens

After breakfast continue to stick the many small pictures of the small figures onto the pages so that they can be filed away into the folder. This is to create a reference for the further work, the work that remains to be done.

At midday, leave the house and take a walk around the town. Have a cup of coffee, but this does just not go down at all well.

Return home and continue the work on filing away the pictures.

And then it is four in the afternoon and there is still much to do, but it is time to attend the ceremony for the termination of the lease for the office downstairs. Inspect the office and get the keys.

The room is large and very pleasant indeed. 

It is nice to have it back.

Walk to the artists studio to collect some tools.

Return and spend the evening trying to set up an Ikea kitchen unit, an undertaking which turns out to be more difficult than had been imagined. It is just a small emergency kitchen.

And now it is ten in the evening, and it is time for bed.

more money

 Why such a deadly depression on such a lovely morning? It is just the feeling that nothing is moving, that nothing is going any where at all. That is all. It is warm in bed.

Get up and lumbar pains just make things difficult, they make things near to impossible to enjoy. Have a warm shower, that is better. Start to clear things in the tiny room, start to sort the pictures to prepare to glue them into a notebook It is all going to be a lot of work.

And then it is all too much. Decide to go and to buy a modular kitchen in the Swedish furniture store. It will plug the holes in the wall left by the kitchen belonging to the tenants which they had taken away with them.. 

Take the short drive down the motorway slowly, and arrive at the nearly empty parking space of the big furniture shop. There are not so many shoppers there today.

Wander around in the big building, finding a friendly salesman at last. Put the things together, search the store for the necessary parts Pay. and leave the structure behind.

A slow drive back home, with a stop at a café. 

The coffee is not good.

At home, unload the car, and find a parking spot.

Lie down in the warm room and rest. The weather is turning dark, and the day has been miserable for some time now.

at night

 It was a long day that started badly. Now, meanwhile, it was yesterday, and today is less than eight hours away now.

There was a walk across town, a visit to the artists studio,  find an appalling mess of silicon around the sink. Perhaps it was work done by somebody who had never done this work before, Use the plastic card given by the blood transfusion people to clean up the edges around the kitchen sink and to remove the surplus silicon.

At home again, try to sort out the pictures of the tiny sculptures. It is trying, because there are hundreds of them.

In the evening join the artist in his studio and talk and drink beer.

Now it is a quarter to one 

at night

Passau journey to see pictures of Warsaw

 E he bus goes to the station and the train is waiting on platform five. It will leave in ten minutes. Sit down and relax, the train to Passau is not at all full, there are free seats everywhere.

There are stops on the way, it is nice to see the morning countryside on this almost two-hour trip. It is a pleasant journey.

In Passau it is still early, it is around nine in the morning. Use the 'phone to find the museum. It is across a footbridge and up a very long hill. It is about a half an hours walk. Arrive at the address and establish that it is not a museum at all, but a religious centre, a sort of seminary. The pictures of Warsaw during the nineteen thirties are moving. A photographer, a camera using a square format. Pictures of people on the streets, using the eye of an occupying soldier to guide the camera.

The soldier is not known.

Stay there for an hour looking at the exhibits. They are worrying.

Take the long walk back down into the town. It is a beautiful morning. The pile of houses around the cathedral that make up Passau are lovely in the morning light.

The other exhibition is rather disappointing, it is a collection of pictures of a cabaret artist and film maker on his circuit of Bavaria. There are many and they are varied. They are technically good, and a homage to the cabaret artists vanity.

Walk on through town.

Try on a hat, and find none suitable. There is no point in buying hats in a tourist venue. The good ones are exorbitant and the cheap ones are awful, for whatever reason.

Take the train to Vilsbbiburg and have a nice conversation with the collector.

Home at a quarter to eight.

Quarter to eight.

 In the night there was that strange feeling again, awaken with a pounding heart and a heartburn. Nobody knows what that is, nobody has an answer to my queries.

Get up today, take no shower, go downstairs, break a glass mug on the way. Make breakfast, and half way through this run up again to collect the coffee mug. No morning coffee is really enjoyable without the morning coffee mug. The glass mugs are insulated, they are hollow. The coffee stays warm.

Go out for a walk with the son. It is a pleasant day, there are the results of the election to be talked about. It is satisfactory that neither the liberal party nor the offshoot from the far left party had enough votes to enter the parliament.

Walk around and read, and then go on a long walk to the station. On the way there receive a message informing that the coat, missing since yesterday,  has been found at the location of the photographs. It has been missing since Saturday.

Now it may be collected this evening at a quarter to eight.

tomorrow everybody will know

 The work on the pictures of the big band is done, and it is not a thing to be happy about. It could have gone better. The pictures of the small bassist with the big character are pleasant, she is a pleasant person.

All of the other's pictures are good enough. The lighting in the hall was a catastrophe.

But that was yesterday.

With all the work there was no leaving the room today. None at all.

But now that the work is done it will be possible to go out and see what is going on in town on this election Sunday.

The people of Germany can vote, and the way things seem to be they will vote for a party that intends to destroy the system that has worked well for most of the last eighty years to replace it with a bunch of racists who say that they can do it better.

Tomorrow everybody will know.

all hell

 One day like the next at the cusp between waking and sleeping. The cold was biting yesterday, today it is not so cold. Wander between bathroom bedroom and kitchen and then bedroom and then breakfast, and then read the news and take the pills as the doctor ordered.

At least there are no pills for the psyche any more.

Visit the photographer in his gallery. There are still the pictures of the concentration camp, work that is strange, work that is hard to understand. 

Today is the date of the execution of the Scholl siblings in Munich. It is near ninety years ago now. The horror of it remains.

Then there is the time afterwards in the steak restaurant, a time spent with a single cup of coffee.

In the afternoon there is that job to be done, the pictures of a big band, a group of good looking people all dressed in black. There is money to be had for the work, but it is sorely earned. The lighting conditions in the hall are not so great.

But there is a bottle of beer to be had afterwards.

In the evening, at home, start to work the pictures. Then go out, take a walk through town. End up enjoying a large cup of coffee served by an unfriendly water. He only cheers up when he receives a generous tip. That is not the way things should be.

At home again, lie down and sleep for a short while, and then return to the work tidying up all the pictures taken during the day.

It is a pleasant thought to go out to the pub, but what for? It is Saturday night, and all hell will be loose there.

odd job day

 It was a night pf deep sleep and just a simple calm waking this morning. It is still very cold, but even this winter will not go on for ever. Read about all of the awful things happening in the world now, things arenot getting any better.

Spend some time reading.

And then go out to the Thai place for one of their simple meals. Then proceed to the artist's studio. The elderly saxophone player is there, as is the  new refrigerator. Take some time to admire this new acquisition. Then find a screwdriver and attach the doorhndle to the devices door.

empty office, and a good test

 It  is now the evening of the twentieth of February, and it has been a pleasant morning with an early haircut. There was time spent discussing things with the son, and a short time spent in a café too.

The tenants of the downstairs shop have left the premises, they have not yet returned the key. That will hopefully not be a problem. The woman from the Ukraine who watches over everything on the behest of her boss is sad, she liked the old office in the old house. 

It is worth looking forward to being able to take over the rooms and to enjoy a space with heating provided. There are many things that will need to be renovated, but it will turn into a worthwhile gallery, or studio, or whatever. It is a change worth looking forward to.

Then spend the afternoon in the artist's studio with the printer, busily trying to understand the way that it works. It is strange how the nozzles of the inkjet head keep on blocking, and then clearing again. It is not easy to understand. Shake all the ink containers thoroughly, then replace them. Perhaps that helped, the errors in the test pattern change, and become less pronounced.

Print out some very large prints of the tiny figures, so that they are almost half life size. That is a rewarding business, they are pleasant to look at so big. Use cheap paper, this work is only to obtain an impression of this approach to displaying them.

A side effect of this is that the heads of the printers clear and produce good test patterns.

not in vain

 The early morning was dismal, depressing and cold too. The thought that the second printer might not be working correctly would not leave the mind, the immense costs of a repair a serious foreboding of bad times.

Do a few things, play the world game for the NYT, and then go downstairs and have a shower. Make a cup of coffee for breakfast, what with all the too and fro yesterday there had been no time to buy any groceries. The coffee works to lift the humour a bit. 

Feed the cat.

Then leave the  house and have a cake in the little café for breakfast. Then cross the road and make an appointment at the barbers. Proceed down the long main street of the town. Go to the little shop that sells everything and buy a large plastic container to store the accessories for the printer in. It is a clear box with rollers on the bottom with a grey plastic lid.

Cross both bridges, the one over the big river  Isar and the one over the little river Isar. Take a left down the Wagner gases and there is the studio.

Tidy the various accessories and spare inks into the new plastic box. Connect the printer to the mains and resolve to run the routine to adjust the heads of the printer.

After that, adjust the heads manually, just for good measure.

Then print a test chart.

There are no problems at all any more.

On the way home visit the grocery store. Buy the necessary groceries and a bag of apples as a treat.

The day has been saved, the printer works, and yesterdays travails were not in vain.

key three

Early, got up and dressed, it was time to drive to a small town called Oppenweiler, near Stuttgart. There was a second hand printer there, waiting to be collected. That is fine.

It is a long drive over the German motorways, and it is not a relaxing experience at all. Take the route via Nuremberg, it promises to have the least traffic. Arrive in the small town exhausted, it is strange, but there is not a good feeling about that uprinter.

Buy it anyway, why not. It will be better than the last one hopefully.

And then the long journey back, it is almost a hallucinatory experience.

In Landshut, the son helps to unload the printer. He is so much stronger than he looks. Now there is one printer in the house and one in the studio. The one in the house does not work as well as the one in the studio. Spend the early evening with the son working on the printer. It is all a bit of trouble.

The wife telephones with the son and informs him that she has locked herself out of the house.

Walk back home with him and then let him go on to the pub to meet up with her and to then let her back into the house.

It is the third time that she has forgotten her key.

early today

Today there was the usual awake and collapse routine, though everything moved more slowly this time. And it was easy to go out and to fetch the car and to install the sheet of wood in the back to take up the large printer tomorrow. That will be a slightly longer drive. Take the car to the artists studio, collect a few small tools, also go to the building suppliers and buy a set of bits for the electrical screwdriver. At the artists studio meet up with the practising saxophone player, a writer who cooks well; the conversation distracts so much that things are forgotten.

All of the parking spaces opposite to the police are occupied by cars that are not really entitled to be there. This is a nuisance, cruise around and search for alternatives. There is a free parking space around the corner near the museums, this is lucky. Probably there are many people who have business with the police this morning, after the weekend. Still, those parking spots are reserved for local residents.

Go home, and realise that a few small items have been forgotten in the studio.

Go to the studio on foot. Collect the roll of paper and the small magnifier. 

On the way back  pay a visit to the mall and have a slice of meatloaf in a bread roll, a kind of cheap snack. It is much cheaper than one of those disastrously expensive US style hamburgers in cartons.

Then go by the car and put the roll of paper and the magnifier in the back with the other necessary things.  

Go home, and look up things on this computer. Forget to turn the heater on, and suddenly feel frozen from head to toe. That is horrible.

Then walk through town and have a very expensive coffee in a mainstream café. It is nice and beautifully warm.

As there will be a long and trying drive tomorrow, resolve to go to bed early today.

take up work

 Wasting the morning doing things that are trivial, reading the news, washing the personal body in pursuit of cleanliness.

Wondering what is going to happen next.

It has snowed outside and it has now stopped doing so. It was steady trickling snow which melted upon contact with the ground, but may be a harbinger of more  to come. Meanwhile, it has started again, and the bells toll for the three quarter hour. It is a quarter to twelve, the eleventh hour is soon done with.

There are promises to do various things, it is unclear whether or not the son will want to do them or not. He could go to the artists studio in this company and look at the large printer. He may be able to use it for his political group. He may do other things entirely. He may rest from his studies in the past weeks and initiate a period of recovery before the break ends.

Perhaps he will go to visit his grandparents with the wife. That would be good for him, the grandparents and the wife, that is to be understood and supported.

The various work being done is difficult and not easy to concentrate on.

In the coming weeks it may be possible to take up work on the pictures of the figurines for the artist and for the exhibition.

vocal late

 is Eleven in the Evening and the Long way to Home good Night

And now at home, a small dictation into the phone in the artists studio, a drive home, drop the artist off at home and then find a parking spot. When found walk home and say hello to the son, who is well and seems happy.

The afternoon was spent fixing the artist's studio, collecting small trolleys for the shelving at the building suppliers and generally arranging things.

In the evening follow an invitation to an elderly couple who are great fans he of Italy. The man of the house cooks up a meal of spaghetti, and things are discussed.

Then a return to the studio. There a quick look around, and a small dictation into the phone, to have this entry ready by midnight.

It is still twelve minutes to midnight.

Good night, again for the second time tonight.

nothing much

 There was a short wakening at five in the morning, a call of nature as they say. It seemed difficult to fall asleep after that, but when consciousness was regained at half past eight in the morning it was actually probably not so bad. The cold weather is present everywhere, it seems to have reached the bones in the body that is trying to get out of bed.

Downstairs, upstairs, the depression will not go away. Read the news, there is a dull feeling that there is something wrong, that there is a large invisible entity in the room whose name is not being mentioned.

Walk in circles around the town, the bad feeling will not go. What was good yesterday is worrying today. At least, the lumbar pains seem to be going away. They will be really frightening when they are there to stay.

Even a visit to the small café fails to provide cheer. The wife is locked into her room with the her loud radio and the silent cat.

no polite greeting

 The pain in the back became apparent on the first attempt to leave the bed. Not really in the back, it is far down, almost in the hips. Last night it stung for the first time after helping the saxophone player move a few tables. The saxophone player is an older man, he has certain infirmities. But the pain led to a bad frame of mind in the night before.

Now it is making walking uncomfortable.

At ten there will be an invitation to a late breakfast at the ceramicist artist couple. Take the car up there, park in the usual place. Punctuality is important. It is a strange meal in the artists workshop, one of the other guests wanted it that way. There is as much talk as there ever is.

Interest is expressed in the old seaman's chest downstairs. The item is in a sorry state, but who cares if they want to restore it. Perhaps they will come to look in the next few days.

The pain in the back makes walking unpleasant now, but continue to walk or it will never get better. Check the oil in the car. The oil in the car is exactly right according to the dipstick. Wipe the dipstick with a tissue, and wipe the hands with another. Put both used tissues into a roadside waste bin.

Buy food for the cat at the grocery store, and a loaf of bread and some cheese. Get some shaving foam at the drugstore, then go home.

There will not be much to do today, but perhaps there will be some other encounter.

Maybe later, who knows.

Meet the wife on her way to work. She is silent, as always. She replies to no polite greeting.

printers and people and failed attempts to clear some nozzles

 The morning started with a breakfast. There was no shower, there was just no wish to be bothered. If there is a smell let the people hold their noses, the creeps are all too polite to say anything anyway. Read the times, it is all about the horrors of trump. Soon there will be no north American middle class any more, soon there will only be the struggling and the obscenely rich. It will be that kind of country. The Wordle puzzle was solved last night before going to bed. The time in the pub was pleasant enough. 

There is notice that the parcel with the unit for the printer will arrive today. This is good, it will be possible to try to repair the errant machine. 

Empty the clothes dryer in the downstairs bathroom, take the clothes upstairs and sort them all into their various compartments. Then make a telephone call to the woman who is selling the printer. She replies to say that she will call back later.

Fiddle about and tidy things in the bedroom, get the vacuum cleaner and do the floor. The vacuum cleaner works perfectly now, considering that it was in such a terrible state. Turn it off, and depress the automatic cord winder. This works perfectly. Now that the work is over it was worthwhile fixing it.

At one in the afternoon the telephone rings, the woman has called back. She appears to have gained some information from somewhere that the system is not all bad. We have a longer conversation, and now the sale is on again. That is very good.

The part for the printer arrives, the delivery person is unfriendl,  and the part appears smaller than expected. Take the part into the workroom and check the numbers on the back. It is the correct part.

Then take a walk to the artists studio. Buy another cable for the telephone on the way, the other one was not quite the right type. At the studio set up the printer to start the cleaning routine, The smell of the cleaning solution is most unpleasant.

Two hours later there is no progress at all, the very light grey will not print correctly. This is a sorry business.

Two friends of the artist arrive, and now it becomes clear as to why the artists studio is in a state of chaos. They are very active, and seem to be intent on turning the studio into some sort of living room.

Help them move things around, they appear to be frail.

Then leave, go home, but stop in the middle of town for a cup of coffee.

thirteen hour day

 Disappointment came with the post, the post that did not come. There would have been a chance to do some further work on the printer, but that was not possible. In the morning, a second printer was bought, the same model as the first, but one that should workperfectly well.

It is all too much money.

Standing up put the foot against the cable for charging the telephone by mistake. The tiny plug breaks, the cable is suddenly completely useless.

Things go wrong, the woman changes the collection date for the printer twice. We will see what goes wrong in the near future. The second printer, the new one, will need to be collected in exactly one week. The woman is asking for money, she does not realise that the online system will pay her once the machine has been inspected and collected.

The world consists of misunderstandings.

Have a late midday meal in the Thai place. Then go on to the cheap shop and buy a new cable. Unpack it in the shop and allow the people there to throw away the packaging. It is smart enough, but it is just junk once the device has been bought.

Enjoy a pleasant cup of coffee in one of the better cafés. There is a man there indulging in a constant rant in a loud whiney voice. The place would be more pleasant without his stupid complaints.

It is a day spent reacting to things.

Now it is time to check on the washing in the machine.

And it is eight in the evening.

Breakfast was thirteen hours ago.

results

 Went shopping in the morning, the eggs and the avocados have nearly run out. Buy them after having taken a coffee break with a Zimtschnecke at the local cafe. There is a couple in there , both constantly talking and deliberating their actions. 

Walk on through the town to the supermarket in the mall. Get the avocados and a tray off eggs. Make doubly sure that none are broken. At the till the system refuses to  have pretzels. Call for assistance the young man who comes over says that for some reason pretzels have dropped out of the system today.

Return home, two parcels have arrived, one with  a 24 inch roll of paper, and the other with a a large measuring device for the printer. This is all very fine.

Upstairs work around trying to tidy things. The message on the phone tells me that there is another parcel on the way. Go downstairs to collect it. It is a solvent for inks- perhaps this can be used to clear up the problem with the printer.

Bring the waste paper downstairs, then take a walk to the studio, and bring over the solvents and the roll of paper. The printer still refuses to work ere the waste tray has been replaced. Other people turn up, leave before things get complicated.

Run into the Argentine in the middle of town. He does not look terribly well, he tells me that he has to go to hospital tomorrow to have his stitches removed and to get the results of the examination.

Offered to help him carry things down into his basement. He complained that the padlock on the door to his section of the basement was stuck.

Went home and lay down to sleep. There was a telephone call, and the it was the Argentine asking for help. Packed a pliers and went over to his flat. Helped him transport a pair of loudspeakers to the basement. Fiddled with the lock, it made a clicking noise, and the jam was released.

That is it, the problem was solved, bring the pliers back home

und das reicht für heute

 it is 22 hours and 30 minutse, spent the evening with an artist and now I am sitting in the pub with another one.

und das reicht für heute

No, it does not. After the drink in the pub return home and sit down at this small silver machine and start typing these words, for it is not yet midnight.

After midnight there would be apologies for yesterday's oversight, now there are none.

Today was lazy in the morning, it being Sunday and all, and there was much reading to be done concerning the errant printer. It seems that the installation of the print head by the previous owner was not done correctly. This is nasty.

In the afternoon prepare the car for the evening, prepare the car for the removal of the artist's exhibition from the town hall back to his studio. That is not a problem, in fact it will be a pleasure to meet up with friendly people again and not have to endure the angry looks at home.

The late afternoon is spent dismantling the exhibition, and the evening is spent in the studio. Give a small account of the difficulties playing bagpipes, in repetition of what was heard in past times from both players and musicologists.h

The evening is an arty party gathering, and after driving the car around to find a free space to park in go to the local pub, where it is almost twenty five to eleven

said nothing at all

Last night was strange, a night talking to people are hardly known but are all very pleasant. They are not well enough known to be friends, but they are interesting company.

Today saw yet another attempt to make the printer work, but no luck. Following the recommended methods only makes things worse, it is difficult to understand. The way things appear, it may just be a serious disappointment and a bad mistake.

Nest week there will be another attempt.

The wife is treating her husband as a ghost, a ghost in the building that goes bump in the night navigating the stairs in the dark. Walking around town doing silly shopping and drinking cups of coffee is not really satisfying at all.

This evening spend time underneath the wooden statue of a young boy done by the artist, The time was wasted trying to make the printer work, but a certain amount of knowledge was gained. There will be a few more attempts, and then it will just be time to give up.

The pictures taken at the jam session were praised yesterday, but the praise did not come from the persons who had ordered the pictures. They have said nothing at all.

In the background, there is the sounds from the artists aquarium. He keeps fish, and the water has to be constantly filtered and aerated. This makes a constant dripping sound. It is relaxing in its way.

misery.

 Today is a day of strange things and nothing special happening. The morning has its usual difficulties getting up out of bed and functioning, the body is colder than it should be, even despite the cold.

It is evening now, the morning is a blur. The strange depressions of the past weeks are not going away, much the same as the wife is incapable of making a friendly greeting.

On the way down the stairs to check the mailbox see that the basket attached to her bicycle is perched on the piece of furniture in the hallway. Look and see that there are parts of the spring system used to hold it lying on the floor. Gather the two parts, the holder and its spring, and reassemble the whole lot on the back carrier. It takes considerable strength to do this successfully. In the end, put the basket back on the carrier. It is strange to have that urge to repair things that are broken, even when it is somebody else's business entirely.

Read the news, that is especially depressing now. It appears as if America is trying to drive the world into an armed conflict for no good reason. It is hard to understand, it is out of the reach of this person to fix.

Last night a a jam session. And before that an incomprehensible exhibition of digital prints of filtered photographs of the concentration camp in Dachau, to commemorate  the closure of the smaller filial concentration camp near Landshut eighty years ago. A man played bagpipes, the dirge a bit too fast.

The pictures of the jam session remained to be edited today.

The incomprehensible Argentine sent a letter to be printed which would have served written by hand. Deliver the printout anyway.

Today is of a miserable cold and tired too.

printer defect and jam session

 this is a short notice at the end of the day.

the day started with waiting for a parcel

There was time spent at breakfast and time spent under the shower.

The many pictures were finished, the ones that needed editing

At midday the parcel man arrived. The colours were all there, packed everything into a bag and walked over to the artists studio were the big printer is currently stored. 

The key to the place is kept in a key safe, the key save is opened using a code, and the code is incredibly difficult to read. After a while and with the aid of the light from the phone it was possible to open the safe and get at the keys. Open the door to the studio. The printer seems to react as it should, but after a while there is a major disappointment. Some of its nozzles are blocked. Work at clearing the blockage, but success is limited.

Make a few prints of the work done recently. Most of the results are in order, but depending on the subject matter some show defects.

This will need to be repaired.

In the further course of the evening visit the opening of an exhibition and go to a jazz jam session. The opening of the exhibition is boring, and the jam session is interesting. As requested, take pictures at the jam session.

Then go to the pub, for an honest drink.

pub!

 now sitting in the corner seat in the pub, at a very wobbly table trying to write this entry. The fay started with a visit to the dentist, a general check and a most expensive tooth cleaning. Back at home again retreated under the covers to hide from the cold. Breakfast eas verboten by the young dental assistant, the coating applied to the teeth would need some hours to cure completely. The result of these circumstances was a short nap for a couple of hours.

Afterwards, in the kitchen, make a toasted sandwich as a snack.

Most of the day was apent doing simple edita to bad photographs. This was a job accepted in a fit of good humour and upon the understanding it was only a few pictures. It turns out to be more than one hundred poorly scanned originnals.

The cat has been fed snd the wife is at work

So go the pub!

overheated.

The day may become exciting yet was the thought after a particularly delicious breakfast.

The fixation on breakfast is because of the many years that the wife said that breakfast is to be disdained because it is fattening. She disdains it still, and her theory was sadly wrong. But breakfast is part of civilisation, it is important.  And it is a sign of personal independence.

There was a strange piece of work supplied by the son of the collector of African sculptures. These were pictures from an old farmyard, pictures taken fifty years ago. They were scanned by a man who did not know how to convert the negatives to positives. Spend the morning doing the conversions and correcting the colour tones. This was not so hard, the pictures had been taken on black and white film.

The colours where artefacts, they were far from reality.

A walk to the shops to get cat food. At the till made an interesting discovery, namely that the self service devices are bilingual at the press of a button. The change is as good as a rest, English lends itself to politeness more than German-

There was a telephone call from the suppliers of ink and paper, he made his recommendations and made a small sale. 

There was a short meal at the Thai place, a soup called Tom Yam, quite hot in taste and in temperature. There was the purchase of a data cable for the new printer and a small sachet of a compound to aggressively clear the drain on the shower. The drain is half blocked, perhaps this will clear it.

Then take a walk to the new studio that the artist has rented, It is very much more presentable than the old one, still it does not have that artistic charm that the old studio had. Spend some time installing the printer's software, spend some time reading about offers, spend some time wondering whether or not the device will ever work.

Diink three half litres of the artist's beer, that does some good.

The artist's studio is quite overheated, that is a big difference to the own place.

Tomorrow there will be early rising for the dentist's appointment.

not today

Today is another unsuccessful day, so far. It is now nearly four in the afternoon, all that has been done is a bit of shopping and reading. This is nothing constructive. 

The check on the bank accounts this morning showed that all of the expected payments have been made for this month and are well covered by the income so far. This is all very pleasant. It is a good start to the Monday.

There is no other constructive work being done at all, except for reading about the various printing methods.But the necessary inks are stuck in the delivery system somewhere. This is frustrating.

The Romanian woman at the baker shop today looked astonished when asked about the availability of a certain product. She pointed it out in the display. This happens when there is a wide variety and you look in the wrong place. Have a cup of coffee to go along with it all.
Go and buy toilet paper and a powder to unclog the drain in the shower. Hopefully this will work.

There is no wish to go out and to walk

Not today.

woken by the day

 Sundays laziness and the comfort of a warm bed with three blankets
The knowledge of the biting cold air outside the bed
Stay in the bed, and enjoy the warmth, the personal body warmth, the comfort.

Stay too long, feel guilty, go downstairs, bathroom,
Make the breakfast, unscrew the coffee maker,
Rinse it roughly, fill with water start the coffee grinder, hold the sieve, pull the lever

Water for the eggs in the little pan, turn on the gas,
Assemble the coffee maker, put it on the heat too,
Get a plate, three eggs from the fridge, an avocado, a knife, a fork, a spoon

The last avocado from the green net, two toast slices
cut the avocado, throw away its huge seed
water boils now, add salt and vinegar, coffee burbles now, turn the gas down

Crack the eggs on edge of the pan, throw them into the bubbles,
depress the lever on the toaster, scoop out the avocado's flesh,
fill the coffee into the insulated mug, wash the avocado–scooping spoon

Leave that spoon on the drying rack, get the scoop for the eggs
the toaster pops, catch the two slices, apply butter,
use the scoop to catch the three poached eggs and drop them on the buttered toast

Rinse the scoop, rinse the pan and put them to dry on the rack,
take the plate with the glass mug of coffee, knife, fork, toast eggs and avocado
upstairs to the bedroom table and look out of the verandah window at a clear day

Enjoy the breakfast, take the pills, two things against high blood pressure and four vitamins, all per doctors orders.

Finish the coffee and make a telephone call to the brother in Ireland.

dull day

 Now it is February the first. It was fine to get up in the morning, have breakfast, to take in the doctors pills and all the reccomended vitamins. Breakfast was nice too, all is well.

Researched the possible problems with the new printer on the computer, it is all terribly interesting. 

There is a short mail from the Argentine, he would appreciate some help sorting through his boxes. Put him off until half past two.

Walked about town for a while.

Then go to the gallery, but discover that there is no one there. Well, so much for that. Return home and research a little bit further. It is all still interesting, the costs for materials can be immense if you are careless.

At the Argentines place accompany him down to his cellar. There are all the heavy boxes full of books, and somewhere underneath them all is the box that he needs. Help the man to tidy his things, and lift down the heavy boxes which he can no longer raise. He will have much work to tidy all of those things, but that is work that he must do himself. The work takes two and a half hours, all in all.

After all is done the Argentine gives an invitation to lunch. This is very pleasant. There is a strange beer there which has a taste that is reminiscent of a pine forest.

And then go home, and continue reading the manual for the printer.

Have a telephone call with the son, that is fun. It is good to hear that he is doing well