Lena is born. I was at LebarProm, working something on their billing app, and the girls in the billing department kept calling the hospital several times. One of them, the well known electric girl (shake her hands, there's a spark; she also made lots of electric typewriters and calculators malfunction by just typing on them) was lucky, so I got the news. Zeta and I have three girls now. She did promise it will be a girl.
Parted soon, rode my bike back to DBA (still in the building of the Students'), and we all had some drink - me, finally, a half-liter of špricer (though not with proper soda water, but mineral water). Posted on Sezam that I "congratulate my wife on birth of third daughter", so the world was told. The message isn't preserved, though.
Most of the rest of the month was spent with a guy who did the mortar throughout the house, inside and out. Cost me a bundle, and he had lots of work to do, what with the high gables and uneven walls in the ground floor. What that guy built in 1987 wasn't quite straight, despite his obeying the taut mason line - he managed to have the middle of the long wall sag out by almost 5cm. The walls on the upper floor were straight, which meant he had to chip away some bits where he could, or lay it thick elsewhere, so instead of 2cm of mortar on either side, in some places it was more like 7cm.
When he was done with that, we went on with bavalit - bavarian white resin-with-pebbles mortar for finish. It's blazing white, but of course it will catch dust, soot etc over time.
At some point during this, we got the phone line, finally. I remember making the first call from a clumsy toy phone, something dirt cheap and unreliable, that I bought for pittance on the flea market, by just connecting it to the twisted pair hanging out of a hole in the wall, while the wall around it was all dark: the mortar was still wet.