vailian

What I should be doing: practicing to get myself back in shape after a long summer, cleaning up my apartment, which is in a derelect state and I have to start teaching tomorrow morning, doing taxes, sorting out bills, etc.

Instead, I find myself doing Other Things. It is now 7:15p.m., want to see whether I get anything done. Will continue to write this entry, leaving spaces where I putter around doing something:

Chatting to my lodger, who has come to borrow a mixer so he can cook something for his girlfriend. They broke up some days ago, but breaking up evidently doesn't rule out having noisy and athletic sex.
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Now taking pictures of some bows and violins I am holding for a retired colleague who wants to sell them.
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Now talking on Skype to a friend of John's who has a problem. Have relayed her request to John, also on Skype from Minneapolis...
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Back to doing the photos. Have to get out the ironing board to put the bows on.
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Max the lodger back in to use my oven to cook something for his athletic girlfriend
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Phone rings, long call with ex-girlfriend, I should pick up my daughter at her new school on Monday, and I should look for a new piano for them, and ... well, a long list of things. I don't mind, but it is still exhausting to talk to her... back to doing photographs.
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One of the bows is so odd, a curious carved ivory base and a mottled wood stick, looks like it has measles.
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Photograph the 2 violins he gave me, one is an Austrian instrument from 1879, maker's name sadly illegible, I will Google the town and his first two names, see if I come up with something...
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Isn't Google amazing? For a start, I learn that Klingenthal isn't in austria, it is in Germany... just: about a mile from the Czech border. Has a long history of violinmaking. the only name legible on the violin label was Johann (his first name), but by process of elimination I think it must be Johann Christoph Merz, and the date must be 1809, not 1879. This increases the value of the violin (assuming the label is authentic) by about $8000.
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Max the lodger has come down to get his fish out of the oven. This leads me to wonder if I am hungry, decide that I am, so put a pizza in.
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Max's girlfriend also wanders down, dressed in a bare minimum. She loves displaying her tatoos, which are numerous and well-distributed.
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Cordelia calls on Skype, wanting to know if I have left any Rawlplugs at their house. At first I don't understand what she is asking, because I cannot imagine she knows what they are.
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Now my pizza is beeping. Maybe I will eat it.
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It is now 9 p.m. How am I doing?