degraded

 It is evening, the neighbourhood priest has filled out the form identifying this recipient of a pension to the Irish Social Services and confirming that said recipient has signed the form. This proves that the recipient is not yet deceased so that they will need to continue paying their pension. The document is now safely in an envelope and will be placed in a postbox later today.

The weather is now hot, it is late spring and global warming may have hit. Print out yet another picture and then walk over to the studio via the small bridge over the river. The first sunbathers are on the small pebble strand by the  river.

Before leaving the house order two cheap jackets online. Having visited the shops in Landshut realise that they only seem to cater for short fat people at the most. They probably only stock those sizes in frequent demand. 

At the studio the old writer is blowing into his saxophone playing arhythmic versions of popular melodies for the instrument. He hits the notes well, but the sense of rhythm is not what it should be. 

In the studio start to arrange the things so that it will be possible to take pictures of the remaining wooden sculptures. The landlord next door kindly provides a cup of coffee. Finish off the work done yesterday on the wooden things for the artist. There is less interest in the carpentry work now, it is wasting time. 

During the day there is an unpleasant email exchange with a local bandleader. He does not wish to pay the agreed price any more, and what was a normal business relationship has degraded into something else. This is just to bad.