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.
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