Yesterday evening paid a short visit to the other grocery store after having checked in to the artists studio.
Bought a package of ten eggs' bottle of mouth wash, and three small containers of cat food..
Work at the studio until midnight, with the artist being able to check the composition of the pictures on an extra larger monitor.
At home download the pictures onto the laptop and look. They seem to be in order.
Set the alarm for eight in the morning and go to sleep after shaving and cleaning the teeth very carefully.
In the morning get up and get dressed. Leave for the dentists appointment without taking any breakfast. The dentist is all very friendly, and they work hard to repair the filling in the tooth. The filling dropped out some time ago and was forgotten about. Now it has been replaced with a better and more expensive one.
At home again, see to the photographs taken yesterday. Make a few prints. A parcel arrives with the book that had been put together containing all the pictures of the little sculptures. It arrived much earlier than expected, it had been planned for the fourth of March. There is no harm in an early arrival.
Then there is a telephone call. The mother-in-las telephones, she rings on the land line. The land line is normally only used by the wife. The mother in law informs of the death of the father in law two months ago. Try to make belated condolences, all the while wondering why whether the wife nor the son had spoken a word about this. The estrangement in the family reaches new depths. The conversation with the mother in law is long, she talks about her husbands suffering and also of her own. She speaks a lot of her own suffering.
Think about the phone call whilst making further correction to the colours of those pictures taken yesterday.
Then pack up the pictures and the new brochures and go to the studio.
It is dark now, it is almost half past seven in the evening.
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