motorway

 Recovered from the depths of sleep in the small room in the grand house near Dublin. The evening was pleasant, the time here is pleasant. Yesterday evening was spent trying to help the brother with the laying of a pipe for an irrigation system. The efforts were not crowned with success, not really. It was hard to lay the pipe without causing air locks. These bubbles of air in the unevenly laid pipe led to a the water flowing or only dripping intermittently.

Recovered from the night and found the toothbrush. Cleaned the teeth. Went up to the brothers flat and met up with his daughter and all the other young people. Had a cup of coffee for breakfast, there was not much else to have.

The  rooms in the upper story of the big house are filled with light, the wide landscape and the city of Dublin is visible through the big windows. In the other direction there is a view of the outhouses and the small park.

The peace and quiet are disturbed by the steady noise from the new motorway near by.

cat in the Dublin mountains

The day was spent in the brothers nursery talking to an Indian curator and his Irish assistant. Part of the time was spent painting the plinths for the exhibition of the mothers work that will be opened tomorrow night. There are pleasant arty people to talk to and some that are just arty.

The sun shines all day.

In the evening assist the brother with repairing the water supply for his irrigation system. It is a strange system, it takes water from a stream and stores it in tanks holding ten thousand litres each.  The whole procedure has to be repeated several times until each fault has been found . It is ten in the evening by the time the work is well finished.

The first day of holidays in Ireland is finished. The hands are covered in sheep shit from handling the plastic pipes laid across the field.

In the night a cat approaches walking along the road. The brother stops the car and telephones to a neighbour who has lost such a cat. It might be the cat or it might just be a similar one.

It is hard to tell

The attendant agrees., back in Dublin

 Awakening at six proved easy, woke half an hour before the hour quite spontaneously. There was even time to take a shower and to make coffee before the alarm clock sounded. There was no sense of tiredness at all. Took the three pills as per doctors orders, and double checked the items that should come on the journey. A mishap nearly occurred closing the tiny suitcase, it seemed as if the zipper was about to break. There should be no need to open it before reaching Dublin, hopefully it will close again and last for the return journey. 

At the bus stop stand and wait and watch the cars go by. There are so many huge cars now, there is hardly such a thing as a small car any more. Arrive at the station, and board the train after waiting ten minutes for the delayed train to clear the platform. On board the train realise that this is the train that stops at every station on the route. The constant stopping and starting is tiring. A man boards using a walking aid. Give up the seat for him, the woman accompanying him says thank you.

The advantage of this train is that it goes directly to the airport, there are no connections to miss,

The security check is uneventful and fast. The bags with all the cameras in them take longer, but this is usual. Step aside to put the watch on and to thread the belt back through the loops on the trousers.

All of this efficiency led to arriving at the gate much earlier than expected. Watched as the flight to AbuDhabi was boarded, and then just waited and waited.

Finally, the announcement came that the gates for the Dublin flight would be opened.

Let all the people go by, then join the last few. The fancy electronic boarding card does not work. It worked all the time whilst waiting, and now there is just advertisment.

It is good that there is a printed copy of the document in the camera bag.

Say "old school is best"

The attendant agrees.

The journey through Dublin is pleasant on the top storey of a Dublin bus. See all the old haunts, now changed.

Arrive in Ballyboden.

An intern from the brothers business plays taxi over r the last few miles.

It is good to see the brother again and all the mother's drawings.

midnight soon

 Now it is twenty five past eleven at night, and you have been forgotten again. You who reads this.

The day was spent so quietly, editing last nights pictures and packing things for tomorrows journey.

The cat loves freshly washed clothing in open suitcases. The clothes for Ireland are hairy now.h

Walked through town twice, and was able to have the credit card reset. The whole exercise worked. 

Was so busy today that a major bout of irritation reminded that no food had been taken today. A big plate of spaghetti with readymade hot tomato sauce and grated cheese fixed that.

The pictures finished were sent on to doctor Linda and John the scot. Each with his own pictures, and the advice that they could share them if they wanted.

The bag was packed.

Going to bed, the last thing was remembered. A pyjamas had to be packed as well. Being in a hotel with no pyjamas is no problem, it is more difficult in private accommodation were everything is not en suite.

And now it will be midnight soon.

yesterdays post never happened, it will be augmented. completed on the 27th of April

 So much happened yesterday, that the entries were forgotten. This will be completed later today..... Much too tired now to do anything about it.

It is now nine in the morning, yesterday started at seven. The bus from the stop in front of the theater drove to the railway station, where two people in mauve uniforms informed that the train had been cancelled but that a bus was available. Following their directions got noto a very long mauve bus. The bus drove all the way to Plattling with stops at all the other stations on the way. The bus had one passenger and one driver. The following bus had only its driver.

In the railway station at Plattling noticed that the train that had left Landshut one hour after the bus would be there in five minutes. It is not surprising that nobody had any interest in the mauve busses.

Arrived in Vilshofen and met the collector. He was working in the library, doing a form of voluntary service. Exchanged a few words, then walked up the small street between the main street and the river Danube to a small café. The café is pleasant, enjoyed a piece of cake and a cup of coffee.

Afterwards, went to the collectors house and met him there. We took a walk to a local flea market. A woman sold a small glass-fronted box for two Euros, and bought three old chisels for three Euros apiece. The chisels were of a good brand but woefully blunt.

Spent the afternoon chatting with the collector over coffee and cake.

Then took the train back to Landshut, avoiding the mauve busses.

In Landshut, greet the son who has several things to do in the town.

Attended a concert in the local pub, taking a few pictures whilst there.  Experienced a singer from Scotland who sang well and clearly. Hers was the best vocal performance ever heard in the pub.

After chatting in the pub took a walk to the artists studio. Left the chisels with him, and showed him how to sharpen the scrapers, so that he would be able to use them during the coming week.

end of the street

 The day started mildly, sound sleep again, and that is something to be thankful for. The cat is in mock starvation mode, and is noisy and insistent. Feed the animal once, and then by the second time stay and make something to eat for breakfast. Read the news, there is not much happening this Saturday. 

The general tiredness and laziness is causing difficulties, how can the few things be done that need doing before the journey to Ireland starts?

At one go out to the gallery, attend the chat in the Italian restaurant. The Italians are impatient, they want eating guests and not just those who have a single drink. But that is simply the way it is, have a cup of coffee  and leave after a while.

A wasp is on the hat to the gallery owner, he had kept it in the cool area at the back of the gallery. Out in the sun, the insect came to life, and took to the air.

Returned home and watered the plants in the yard. Took the two buckets of biological waste out and disposed of them in the bins placed at the end of the street.

fuss

 Due to the relatively early night last night woke relatively early after a long sleep. The cat is upstairs, silence is blissful. Make breakfast and then take the pills. Have a rest for half an hour.

There are small things to be done, things to be arranged.

Spend an hour playing risk, read the news. America is doing poorly, despite all its power. Old allies are looking for new friends.

Went to the bank and mixed up the cards. Because the corporate identity for both types of card is similar, succeeded in confusing the pin numbers. Now it will be necessary to go to the bank to have the number reactivated.

Go to the café to huave a quiet cup of coffee. There is a man in the café talking unnecessarily loudly in some Balkan language. This is misery. Why shout in a silent café?

Go to the barber, the man talks incessantly. He is not a good listener. The more talks, the more he cuts. The hair is now really short. 

Oh well, hair grows back.

Drive the car to the party in the evening. An art space is being opened with a hope of success. It is in a suburb of Landshut, a small place outside a small town.

Leave after an hour and go home. Have enormous trouble finding a parking spot, and then go indoors and make a few test prints.

They work well.

And now the cat is outside the door, making a fuss.

dry time

 This morning the cat is respectful, and comes into the room shyly at nine. She makes polite noises that she would appreciate food if it were at all possible. What is wrong with the animal? There is no knowing this, perhaps it is just a new tactic. Insofar as that she gets fed, it works.

Get up and get dressed. Start to sort the clothes into a black pile and a coloured pile. The coloured pile includes the white things.

Bring them all upstairs to the bathroom where the washing machine and the dryer are. Empty the things out of the washing machine, the wife seems to have forgotten them. Fill the washing machine with the the black things and put washing powder into the tray. Start the machine, and then go upstairs. There are clothes up there, find a pair of clean trousers. Go back downstairs and change into the clean things. Put the jeans into the box with the coloured trousers. Set the timer for an hour.

Wipe the floor in the downstairs kitchen. Over the past week it has become rather dirty.

Read the newspapers. Listen to the news, realise that Europe is now going to have to provide for its own security. This is probably a good thing, it is surely better than having to rely on partners that change their minds every few years. 

After an hour the washing is done. Put the damp things into the dryer and fill the washing machine with the coloured clothes. Start both machines. Go downstairs and set the timer for two hours. That will be the time that the dryer needs.

y not

 For some unspeakable reason woke at six in the morning. Not even the cat was awake. Tried to continue sleeping, but it just would not work. The mind was a fog, the body tired and the legs felt cold. After a short while went upstairs for a shower, and watered the plants on the top floor with a small watering can. Then, downstairs again, fed the cat and made a cup of coffee. Solved the Wordle puzzle.

Then got back into bed to warm up. The legs were uncomfortably cold.

Towards the end of the morning went out and did some shopping, a small amount of food for the pantry, The cat is begging constantly. It is almost as if her demands for food are making her angry.

On returning from the shops meet the neighbour who has accepted a package from the postman. It is the postcards that were printed as a second attempt. The results are better, they have been printed using the correct icc profile. They no longer have a pronounced red cast. They are slightly darker too.

Leave the cat in the shop, basking in the early afternoon sun that is shining in through the window, and go to the artists studio.

Tidy up the photographic gear, and show the pictures to the landlord of the pub. The barkeeper is fascinated, he wants to keep a picture.

That is nice.

There is no wish to do photographic work in the gallery. It is just this strange tiredness that will not go away.

Lie down on the couch and rest for a while. Then there are people who would like a guided tour of the studio.

Why not?

In that order!

 Yesterday ended early today, so today started late. The morning was started by the sound of a doorbell. Went to the door, to see what was going on, but there was no one there. The sound may have been the mistaken interpretation of the noise a plumber made  working on a neighbours house. The ringing sound he makes working on his pipes is a bit like the doorbell.

Put on the coffee, boil water for the poached eggs, put bread into the toaster. It will be midday soon, this is late breakfast.

Now it is five past one, and it will be time to go to the studio to set up the gear for the pictures of the sculptures this evening and tomorrow.

There is a sound outside, the cat maybe? Go to the door, and realise that it was a child on the street. The wife has probably locked the cat in upstairs, the wife being possessive and perhaps wishing to be the centre of the cats world. The centre of the cats world is food and warmth and attention.

In that order!

There is an email to write to the brother, and then to leave the house.

evening work

 The cat is a persistent beggar and complainer. She keeps the pressure up until she gets more of what she wants. It is an unclear addiction, for she is the opposite of thin. The day drags a bit, take the camera bags to the artists studio, meet the author there. He is practicing on his saxophone, he gets the tones right. The tones seem to be his principal concern.

He plays the prisoners choir on the mouth organ too, with lots of vibrato.

Return the car, find that the parking spot is now gone. After some searching, find a vacant spot nearby. Have a short conversation with a traffic warden. She gives assurance that the spot is legal.

Back at home feed the cat. An order comes from the brother, he wants pictures taken over nineteen years ago. It is surprisingly easy to find the pictures. It is also noticeable that the technical quality of the digital cameras then was not nearly as good as it is today.

Spend a lot of time listening to the radio.  The tiredness will not let go. The weather is now warmer, but the cold feeling will not let go. It is disturbing.

Now it is evening.

A trip to the studio is in order, to set up the next pictures.

depressing Sunday.

 Morning was bad, with the cat complaining and the cold gnawing. Get up early ones, for the bathroom on the one hand and to mollify the cat on the other. Leave the cat happily slurping its food, purring as it eats. Childhood etiquette mandated not to talk with the mouth full, that does not apply to purring and cats.

The mollification factor was short-lived. The cat started again. Made a breakfast as always, but it was not enough to counter the tiredness. The depressive effect of not having anybody to  talk to and no reflection for the thoughts only made thing worse.

Later take a break and read things on the computer. The news of the aggressive president with his childish announcements is depressing. His incompetence in international affairs when compared to his predecessors is very visible, even to those who know little about diplomacy.

Pack the equipment in order to bring it to the studio. Discover that the entire street has been filled with parking cars, all of them guests of the spring fair in the town.

The constant feeling of being cold will not go away. Sometimes the overheated artists studio is a relief. Take a walk around town, do not go to the studio. It is a place of work and not a home for older bones.

Buy a Kebab at one of the fast food stores in town. It is not especially good, but it is filling. Eat it down by the river, on a bench in the sun. Afterwards have a cup of coffee in a café.

Back at home, a famished sounding greeting from the fat feline. Give her a small amount of food from the now-empty small tin.

Lie down for a short while.

Now it is time to get up and to write these notes. There is no knowing what tomorrow may bring.

The sensation that the walls are closing in is replaced by the sense that the sky is coming down.

the pub again, the lost post that turned up in the drafts for the fifteenth of this month. sorry about that

 The work on the figure in the artists studio went on until early this morning. It is reaching a s

tage where the end is in sight. The work on that figure has gone on too long. Being able to watch the man working with the wood, and being able to help out with the finishing of the surfaces has been most interesting

At home again, early this morning, read a few notes on the computer and went to bed.

Getting up before eleven proved impossible..

Spent the whole of the afternoon doing prepress work. 

And now it is the evening again.

There is a wish to make these notes in greater detail, perhaps it would be an idea to write them on paper again.

This evening there is a chance to go out to the pub for a drink.

cat and plants

 It is twelve minutes past twelve, the cat started the day with a vociferous announcement regarding her desire for food. After having gone to bed around two o'clock in the morning these announcements were unwanted at half past six that same morning.

Got up, put a dollop of food on the plate.

Back to bed again, feeling all the pains induced by yesterdays walk and last nights work. The work modelling the figures in wood is strange. The sculptors chisels will not leave a smooth surface, the use of scrapers removes the chisel markers. Because the artist has ruined the joints on his thumbs he is not able to do this work himself. So it is possible and maybe necessary to help out. The experience informs of the nature of wooden surfaces and their varied reactions to mechanical treatment.

The cat, dissatisfied, interrupts the sleep again, this time by knocking the cat food tins off the shelf where they are kept. Her measures are ineffective, the tins remain sealed. Give her another dollop, and tidy up the tins.

Prepare breakfast, it is ten in the morning. Go upstairs, take a shower. Forget to water the plants.

Downstairs again, clear up the breakfast, and wonder where the cat is.

There is a sound from above, and the overfed animal leaps from the top shelf in the tiny kitchen onto the worktop and then to the floor.
The animal does not give up easily.

Make another cup of coffee, and turn on the radio. It is a warm day out, fresh air comes in through the open window.

It is now nearly half past twelve, there will be time to finish the coffee and to wash up the dishes.

Maybe even to water the plants.

pleasant

 sitting in a park under the trees near the castle. A man dressed in black, just walked by. He was carrying a a small small blue suck on his back.

Otherwise, it is silent and warm in the park. Last night was very late. Progress has been made on the sculpture, the artist has expressed gratitude for the help cleaning up the cleaning up the markings made by his chisel. Arrive home at one this morning and after playing Wordle for today go to bed. The cat was up to greet it's owner and commence begging at once. It was given a spoonful of food. Woke up this morning having slept poorly, made breakfast and fed the cat. Read the news and checked on the bank account. The news was bad and the bank account could be better

Lay down and slept for a while. It is early afternoon and the park is very pleasant. 

short late lazy

 It is now eleven at night, the artist is working at his statue.

Today was a day with a long walk, It was pleasant until the legs started to hurt.

Today was boring, otherwise. 

There will have to be more detaiils in future, now it is late.

This is all not entirely normal.

 Awakened early, rest a short while, and then get up to go to the bathroom. Hear the cat at the door from the passageway, and let her in to the shop areal. She growls a greeting and walks in a decisive straight line to the small kitchen area. She looks at the empty plate on the plastic tray and growls again, then she looks up, makes a cat sound and then opens her mouth wide and makes a noise that might be spelt as "WAH". Cat speak for "food on the plate please". Open the plastic container that keeps the food more or less fresh and take out a spoonful. Put the spoon full of food onto the plate. Without further ado the cat commences feeding.

Make coffee and eggs, and risk opening one of the avocados. The avocados are bought hard, and take a few days to soften.

The avocado is all right, it is just soft. The toast pops out of the toaster.

This is the morning meal.

Sit down at the computer, and read about the success of democracy in Hungary, and the failure of the north american states under their insane president to admit a loss. They have destroyed a working system to no ones advantage. They have even lost control of the oil pricing, of which they are the biggest producer of all.  

The worlds madness does not stop the cat jumping upon the knees and purring away contendedly.

After finishing the reading get up and realise that the legs below the waist feel icy cold. Getting up makes the head swim, a dizzy feeling .

Go to the bed, lie down, cover the legs. They are warm now, but still feel really cold.

Fall asleep.

Wake at midday, hear the wife upstairs stamping around. This is a strangely threatening noise.

It is midday now, get up and get dressed. Never mind the cold legs, it must be a poor circulation as befits an old man. A walk to the shops might help. Resolve to take a longer walk, down by the river. There is a supermarket there as well.

This is all not entirely normal.

It did not.

 Yesterday was Monday the thirteenth,  and the news that democracy succeeded in Hungary was good news. Perhaps the path is hard going forward, but at least there is a change.

The man allows pictures of himself as a holy figure and attacks religious leaders.It is problematic. It is in character.

Yesterday ended two hours ago with the assembly of the wooden sculpture in the artist's studio. It is good that this has now been accomplished.

Completely forgotten was this entry, which should have taken place earlier yesterday.

It did not.

in question.

 A deeply depressing day, just spent being depressed and upset, letting the time slide by.

The time is gone now, and nothing has been achieved,

The cat spent the day begging for food, and now she is locked into the upstairs flat. She may beg the wife for food when the wife returns from whatever activities she has been pursuing.

A call from the woman in the elderly couple, the husband is recovering from his serious bout of illness. Now in modern times the illness is not as serious as it used to be.

Remain indoors, there is just no wish to leave the building.

Telephone the friend who was going to come on a visit tomorrow. That is not going to work out either, This is all just depressing now.

Perhaps a visit to the studio will help. At least this would be a reason to leave the house and a place to go to. Even if that relationship is based on a misunderstanding. Today is the day that everything is to be questioned..

Read the news, disasters everywhere.

ninth hour

 Standing in the tiny kitchen in the morning prepare the spoonful of food for the cat. The son likes to refer to her as "the animal", She is insistent, a purring growl followed by an open-mouthed hissy growl. Always the same, she wants food. It is doubtful whether or not she is hungry, she being a quite well-padded animal.

The cat has been given the name Miriam, she seems to recognise it.

Make coffee and two poached eggs. They are to feed this human. The coffee is a cheap variety known as "Unsere Beste". It is not really much good at all. It is an unsure beast.

Read the news. There are now two major wars of aggression in the world, one by Russia and one by the United States of America. Both are bombing the civilian population of their opponents, and both are not winning their war. 

Finish the breakfast. There is endless amounts of reading material there. This is interesting, but not so important.

Take a shower, get dressed.

Attend the weekly meeting at the gallery. It is not especially interesting.

Go home and lie down. There is an immense feeling of laziness and depression.

Last night's work at the artist's studio was successful. He went out and bought an electric planer just before the shops closed. This was a cheap, simple and small device that could be set up on a table and the wood to be planed passed over it. This worked quite well, and now the sculpture is almost ready for reassembly, all the areas that need to be glued are flat and dry.

The work will be finished tonight.

get on with it

 There were many things done last night, not all of them good. Due to four hands working at one thing, a part of the sculpture broke. It will need to be remade this evening. It is a setback for the artist.

This mornings early awakening was kept under control. The impulse to get up and to start making breakfast was held back. Stayed in bed until dawn was well and truly past.

The day outside is rainy and cold, just as the weather forecast had predicted. Stay indoors, look at the tax documents and read a bit. Stay away from playing the Risk- like game on the computer, that wastes too much time.

Work out a method to repair the damage to the sculpture. This can be suggested to the artist later. 

A parcel arrived containing a new kitchen knife from China. The knife is incredibly sharp. Test it on a couple of potatoes, slicing them easily and quickly. Put some oil into a pan and fry them, a sort of a quick snack. They are tasty. The knife will prove useful for other things by the bye. The old kitchen knife is cheap and blunt. Perhaps there will be a method to sharpen it soon.

It is very easy to become distracted whilst doing things like tax returns.

It is now twenty to five, and the son has left for Bayreuth to get on with his studies.

change

 There is just three minutes time for this , maybe more later.

Went to Regensburg as a tourist today, and walked about admiring the old buildings and the young people.

A change is as good as a rest

cold coffee

 Taking a seat in a cafe in the middle of the day.

 Today started with morning laziness, after spending yesterday evening playing a game derived from Risk on the computer. It is astonishing that there is no peaceful exit from that game.

Spent the early part of today working on the preparations for the tax returns. Make progress.

The day is pleasantly warm, go to the car and put a few items into the back of the vehicle. Yesterdays installation of the cheap batterY seems to work. That is satisfactory.

Now it is time to finish the coffee before it gets cold.

lazy again

 Woke up early, had a shower, and then went to the doctors practice. That examination did not take long, afterward went to the shops. 

The postman arrived with the small package of cards that had been ordered for the artist. They seem cleanly done, the colour is slightly red.

At home later decided to take the car. The battery was flat again, started it with the little power pack. Decided to buy a new battery from the super discount store, Found a battery there to suit, and upon returning to the car released that the old battery was flat again. Used the small device again, and stowed the battery on the floor of the passenger side of the car. Took the car back home and with some trouble installed the new battery. The fixing screw had become rusty. Returned the old battery to the store and had the deposit returned. On the way home bought a few dowelling rods and a  plastic box at the hardware store. Dropped the rods and the cards off at the artists studio.

Returned home and was lazy for the rest of the day.

Sorry about that

 Thats it, the last three hours of the day spent on the computer, time flew, and now it is too late to even write a sensible post.

Sorry about that

cat complaint

 Wake up, there is nothing wrong. Have a shower, and  on the way to the upstairs bathroom see that the cat has been locked into the upstairs flat. She shares a disgusted glance and rushes downstairs to the shop, probably to see if there is any food there. Have a shower, and go back downstairs.

Eat breakfast, get dressed, feed the cat. The correct order is different, but these things were done. Read the news.

Overcome by tiredness, lie down again. The weather outside is very nice, but that is immaterial.

The brother is on the phone, we talk for an hour. He is well, his work is progressing. Do not talk of all these personal illnesses, these are not his.

Early afternoon go for a walk. It is no fun, moving quickly is difficult, distances seem much greater. Take a circuitous route to the studio, look inside, and find it depressing. Stay outside in the beer garden and finish a cup of coffee. Eventually, everything just hurts too much, walk home. The walk is the longest taken in a long time.

Feed the complaining cat, and lie down.

Wake in the evening, everything is sore, and the cat complains again

influenza maybe

 The radio controlled clock on the table shows the wrong time. It is an hour off. It failed to connect to its transmitter, and is just staying calm and carrying on. There is poor coverage in the house here, people with mobile 'phones are regularly cut off.

There is not much there for breakfast, but make a cup of coffee and have some toast.

Deal with retouching the pictures taken yesterday, some of them are in order and some are embarrassingly bad. Errors will happen, but this was almost serious.

On the way to the shops realise that the legs feel strange, they feel weak. Try walking faster, but that does not change the feeling.

Neither does walking more slowly.

Go upstairs to the shoe shop and collect the insoles for the shoes. The people are very friendly, and the amount of paper wasted during the bureaucratic procedure is astonishing.

After returning with the shopping have a conversation with the son, and then go on to the meeting in the gallery. This is a strange event, with some talk of politics.

After drinking a cup of coffee go home. Meanwhile, it is not just the feet that feel strange. Print out the pictures, and lie down for a few minutes. 

Wake up later feeling very cold, despite the fact that the room is comfortably warm. Stand up and feel dizzy.

This is probably the 'flu. 

Write these notes, and plan to lie down again.

later later

 Woke up and settled down to work. It was far too early, but there are unpleasant things that need to be done. The pictures taken at the party last night have to be finished, and the work on the  tax return has to be seriously started. There will be several killer tax bills like the last one before all of this is settled.

Work all day at the computer, ignore the weather and speak to nobody. Hear the sounds from upstairs, people are moving about, ignore them.

Last night was entertaining. The artist became somewhat maudlin, ignored it all, he was trying to impress a woman. She was impressed already, but not quite in the way that he wanted.

The pictures are a success, as are the ones from Regensburg, the Regensburg pictures being nothing other than snapshots of the city.

After working all day it is evening now. There will be a second session this evening and then it can be hoped that there will never be such a job again, or if not never, not for a long time.

Now it is half past six in the evening, the house is to be left at half past seven, hopefully all things will work out well later this evening.

cold and then warm

 The day was miserable, the legs all icy cold despite the heat in the room being on. It is cold outside.

Maybe it is all down to laziness and depression.

In the evening remembered a job to takea picture inthe pub at the studio. Walk to the studio. 

There is a friendly reception from the landlord and a glass of beer.

After the kilometres walk the legs have warmed up./

Maybe more exercise, despite tiredness, would be good

tampering with time is an unproductive thing

The cat made nothing but persistent noises this morning. Until it was fed by this human who did not feel human at all at seven this morning. That did not prevent the cat from starting again half an hour later. Made a cup of coffee, it the hope that the brew would waken the old body. It did not. The attempt was a failure. The cat left no peace. Put her out into the corridor, and went back to bed.

Managed to get more sleep, again this business becomes apparent where sleep does not come at night the way it should, but during the day.

Organise the train ticket and see that it will be necessary to take a train to Regensburg in the early afternoon. The two ceramicists were kind enough to send an invitation to their exhibition opening today.

Talk to the son, then take the bus to the railway station. After that take the train to Regensburg, and take the short walk into the city. Regensburg is a very pretty town, there was little destruction during the second world war. Walk down to the Danube and take a look at a museum there. The show is highly overproduced, but there is very little to actually see in there. There are a lot of interactive displays, and endless timelines and other graphics.

Wander around town, go to a café and have a small bite to eat.

Go to the opening at half past six. It is very well attended. It is a tiny gallery. Enjoy a glass of wine, and a chat, and then leave after an hour.

Tiredness sets in again on the return trip to Landshut, and it is nearly dark upon arrival there. 

The tampering with time is an unproductive thing,