The party last night went on until three in the morning. That was the time displayed on the watch after entering the shop upon returning. It was held in the artists studio, and at the beginning it was a frightful cacophony of older people. Later it developed into the usual discussions and pleasant meetings as the individuals filtered out their likes and dislikes. Those who are not madly gregarious get left to the mercy of those who are, or leave the show. The walk back home with the artist and his friend was pleasant. He was slightly pissed out of his mind, she was madly talkative as always.
The mother of this one and the three other brothers died by accident fifty years ago today. That terrible day is on the now seventy year old mind.
The late breakfast and the preparation for the afternoon in the gallery is what needs to be done now. There are still all the preparations to be made for the recording of the hanging of the show, as it was.
It will be necessary to go to the gallery now.
Maybe there will be additions to this post later.
Now it is eight in the evening. A group of young Ukrainians and a Kroatian were entertained at the gallery. The stepfather, the father his wife, four children and a friend. There is one son and triplets. The pictures were well received,it was great to receive praise.
It is a very pleasant group.
Then go home, then go to the studio. The artist is there and the strange group of his friends. That is all very pleasant. But it is not good to be there. There is an argument over the keys. At the end of it all the be driven back home with the artist.
At home, clean the stairway. This has not been cleaned for quite some time.
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