My life as an amateur. Part 67.

 I think it’s a good idea to go on with the ‘My life as an amateur’ series. It fits my life better. This morning I was running in this very rural area between Winterswijk and the border of Germany. The weather was misty and cold, I went as slow as possible, jogging these rare sandy roads. I thought to go on forever. Like to keep on writing, even as there is seemingly nothing to write about. I am considering a writing course. Or boxing lessons. And eat less cheese. And spend more time painting. There is this volunteer working at the exhibition space where I work as well. She likes to tend the bar during opening nights. She wants to do it her way. All the way. Today she was late and there were some visitors dropping in. I poured white wine in some glasses and emptied a bag of nuts into bowls. She came at last and said that we had already started and that was not how it should be and that I could do the opening. Etcetera etcetera. I received some unpleasant vibes from this lady, like I got them several times before. I took my jacket and went, listening to Michael Gordon. I was home early which was the nice part. We have a new table lamp, the ‘donut’ produced by IKEA. A. installed it on our table made from tropical timber. Sorry for that, but I like to write about it. The lamp and the table. I hope the opening was alright for the artist. He is a nice man. He paid 250 euros for the bar service.