the cat and I

 Up far too early and had a shower, trying to kick start the rest of this life. Maybe an exaggeration, but that was the thought behind it. Made a sort of breakfast afterwards downstairs.

At the same place now, drinking cold beer from a bottle.

The day was spent searching for a house for a friend in the morning, it was not far away, and then going to the opticians to have the eyes checked for flaws. The flaws, or the account thereof will be sent on per email. It is probably  just a further way to make money.

Then buy some coffee, and have a cup in the café. Go home with the coffee in its little bag,  It smells marvelous. A scent of comfort and luxury.

Take the car to the big hardware store to buy some paint and to check, against hope, to see if it is possible to buy a miniature hex screwdriver there. There is a very helpful assistant, a man who has a passion for model railways. He helps, and is friendly.

Buy the small can of wax oil to finish the floor in the shops back room.

Back at home take the bad copy of the pictures to the artist's studio and compare them to the original that the customer had wanted. They are the same pictures, and the printing quality is good enough. In the studio relax for a while, and write a message to the girlfriend of long ago. She writes back. Walk back through the park, now flooded with people celebrating the springtime.

At home again, scout the floor with steel wool in preparation of the next coat of wax oil. Apply the oil with a small roller. When it is done, close the door. That will take a week to harden, and then it will be possible to use the room.

Go upstairs to the bedroom, take a rest. fall asleep in the evening sun.

Now it is an hour before midnight, and we are downstairs again, the cat and this person here, and now this post will be posted