Saturday

sleep has gone, sneakedly, slyly,

The day is light, raindrops splash in the yard, bells ring, all is well.
bathroom, still fuzzy where braincells used to work, todaloo, dotateeth,
warm radiator, kitchen, coffee grinder, grind coffee.
Son rushes in hugs, then back to his computer.

Bialetti filled, heating, back to bedroom.
fluoxetin, doxyccline, vitamindi,
respectively for:
the head, the nose, the lack of sun on the skin.


other half stirs, sits? Coffee? Coffee! oK!
big blue cup, blue plate for the drips, sugar and milk.

all is good.
so far.

Haircut day today.

day five week thirty two two thousand and fifteen

Fri 27th feb 2015

grope in the dark for the plastic button on the radio controlled alarm clock, turn it off. Lights on, or at least the small bedside lamp. Turn off the air pump, take of the mask and hang it up on a handy clip.

Bathroom, Turn the shower on, get soaked because the shower`s handset was pointing the wrong way around..

ice cold water soaks the night clothes and their inmate.

With the shower done back to the bedroom, look for the socks, the pans,  and not forgetting the T-shirt, get dressed, shoes on. Comb hair, search for and find the glasses and leave the house behind. And, and, and like a string of beads.

On the main street Dolores approaches, short and heavy: becomesvisible approaching from the opposite end of the main street, in the shadows so liberally thrown by the sodium lamps. Turn left down theater street, wait at the bus stop. Spots of tar glisten from between the cobbles like bits of mirror in the orange sodium lamplight. Dolores catches up, says good morning.

Take the bus, its soft seats and swaying motion would remind one of babyhood, if any memory would reach back to-those pram riding times..

The smokers pig tail is getting longer as time goes on, the gutter morgers are exchanged, and then, on up the steps to the cafe. The team leiterin, efficient as always Anastasia, serving coffees, cocoas, "lattes, cappuccinos, hot milks beers mardmiches, sandwiches, and finally an orange. Not finally at all!, another crowd comes in and the business continues.

Hedgehog, good morning. Three young men drinking beer from bottles are involved in noisy conversation. It is friday, the weekend is beginning already. Breakfast beer drinkers, macho pur.

The alcohol imbibition makes the people noisy, reduces inhibitions.. They will talk to anybody, despite the fact that nobody seems to want to 'really talk to them.

It is, after all, six in the morning.

There are fewer people on the platform today. This does not stop the usual nervous dive for the opening doors of the now-arrived train.

        stand back, let the arrivals out, stride in. Place possession.

        Wildo takes his time, now. Stand back and watch. Walk on; finaly select place, after discarding the used coffee mug,.used up and now empty, in the Trains waste him.

        After halting in Moosburg, the train picks up spend again. There is a woman who has been mumbling constantly, speaking for the last ten minutes, since Landshut. talking neither-English nor German, not French either nor Italian to her travelling companion, making use of strangely accented sing song. This companion, sits and listens to this never ending monologue.

Her face betrays title interest.

Amid stops and starts, and forward rushes-and pauses this train will arrive in Munich later on in the morning,  ejecting all of its passengers finally into the city, to squirm off on their business

Freising.

The mumbler gets-up-and goes. 

wildo too

day four week thirty two two thousand and fifteen

Do, 26 feb 2015.

- Hypnos, in full power this morning. Steep like a corpse, like anaesthetized, dead to the world.

Up at six twenty six, to hell with it, take a shower anyhow.

        - Run for the bus, nearly hit by an errant taxi on some errand in the pedestrian zone. See the people waiting in the shelter leave the same.

-The bus must be coming.

- Run.

Old man running.

Should do that more often.

keep his heart in order and his weight down.

The station, a hive of activity. School children everywhere, chatting; posing, dealing with puberty, doing those things that schoolchildren do, a happy crowd, seem happier now than then, in the late sixties.. 

Bright clothes, general activity, not standing to attention in the mornings assembly, uniformed.

Big Blondy at the yorma counter, starts fumbling,.messing with customers. Wham bang Anastasia, jumps in, deals with three at once, all done by the time BB has dealt with one. Anastasia is wearing a black ribbon in her hair. A short black ribbon, like the black bands beside flags at half mast. Perhaps she has that kind of trouble.

It is late, and there are people everywhere. Talking,Strange accents.

Watch Anastasia dismantle a carton with a kitchen type breadknife. She holds the cardboard box before her body and stabs it with the knife, followed by ‚a sawing motion. She stabs towards her body, talking all the while with B. B. and Baldy.. Ritual eastern suicide springs to mind. 

Horrifying.

Baldy is Turning-into a Porcupine, his hair is growing in Spikes, straight out of his scalp.

The-late train is delayed, it is light now. the first sunrise to he seen in Land shit this year. It is foggy, the shortness of view is like a dream, looming, the electric masts, and a deep concentration on that which is in the foreground, all else being obscured by the morning's fog .

Later there is the beauty of the frost-dusted landscape to enjoy, the fog rises, dissolves by the time The train reaches Moosburg..

Watch the small river meander as it leaves Freising, as this two- storey train arrives there. 

day three week thirty two two thousand and fifteen

25.2.2015

        Lights on, take off the mask. Six hours of sleep. That would be fine.

The shower, find clothing. This routine in the same all the time; son rushes through, goes to the loo. At five twenty,

       go take the pills, the big one for the head, the small are for the nose and one for the lack of sunlight.

Cream on the nose and find the glasses.

        Leave the house, and on past the church. Two bells toll, it is half- past five. Look at the telephone whilst walking, see the news. A mobile, online world.

        Bas stop, tell out the exact money for the busdriver, Dolores is picked up by the man who does that every now and again.

        The smoker with the pigtail is not at the usual place today. He is reading the advertising on a circular hoarding set up for this purpose. He has a nasty-sounding little smokers cough. Short sle   eved shirt; regardless of the weather. Whether it is freezing or hot, it seems to make no difference to him.

        Anastasia tight lipped and efficient, same coffee as always.

        Poor Hedgehog! He is cornered by some chance woman on her way to Leipzig for post operative care. She tells him all her health woes, in detail. He is polite, nods, occasional grunt. She goes on and on, not realising that everyone has their troubles. And; despite being sorry for hers, everyone needs to deal with their own.

Hedgehog is polite and patient.The woman exudes self pity, and no-one pities her as she would like to be pitied.

        So much for her.

A-crowd of good-humoured passengers come up the granite stairway from the tunnel leading under the trucks. The men and women are making ribald comments about each other to each other.

A man says, translated "Egg-egg Egg Egg-Eggs!" "This is a germane German expression of amazement. In itself, meaningless.

The train rolls in, the passengers' to he rush all over the platform, trying to be in the best possible place to be first to hard the train after its doors have opened and the disembarking passenger . theme disembarked.<-

We always seek our personal advantage, regardless of any real value therein.  But this refugee-like haste.. What is it good for.

The train leaves the station, so does the train for Rosenheim on its parallel track

It pulls ahead, to be caught later as the tracks lead it towards the southbound route.

Heading for Rosenheim, near the Alps.

A one-hour journey for a small local diesel-driven train.

day two week thirty two two thousand and fifteen

Dreamt of a pastime, a past time, time past.
Happy dreams, ended, complete, forgotten.

alarm, stop it, disconnect the tubes.
Bathroom, water on, towel and shower.
out so fast again, get the fresh vest from the clothes the socks and the pants.
All is well.
Find the documents in the attic, and  leave for the glistening damp street, orange beacons marking the building site flashing inanely to themselves.
The small portal through the city wall today, hear an early ambulance. It is raining steadily, Dolores is in the bus shelter, huddled on the bench therein.
Todays bus driver is the loquacious one, the one that talks all the time, constantly involving unneccesary verbal ornamentation in his speech. Confirmations of the obvious abound, everything that he is told is repeated by him, often decorated with a comment.
This kind of overfriendliness is terrible at this hour.




The smoker and the older prune-faced woman dressed as a teenager, chatting and smoking under the stations porch. The yellow square, the official smoke site, is soaked and deserted.

Anastasia has the coffee ready before it is asked for, yet again. The bald Yormaman is making sandwiches and rolls for the days consumption.


Hedgehog and Moustachio are now beleagured by two young men, both talking and drinking early morning beers.
Hedgehog brightens up as the black haired girl passes.
gives her a wave.
She passes.

Back to the boring conversation with those beer-drinking youngsters.

day one week thirty two two thousand and fifteen

2s Pet, 20/5

There is water in the air pipe, condensation, gurgling in the tubes. Sometimes that happens.

so, awake at three, and back to sleep again.

Finally the alarm, for five.

Up and shower, find the bits and pieces, needed for the day. The days needs, will come anyway.

Refreshed from sleep, that is a strange feeling, happens . seldom,.... Nice.

A cyclist, maybe insane, rushes around the corner, no ltights, his vehicle rattling on the cobbles. Driving on the left hand side of the road..

- No change for the bus, yet again. The bas driver tells out the change, patiently. Dolores, good morning.

No smpkers at the station, and there is big Blondy behind the counter in the cafe, serving tight lippedly, angry, terse. The shaven headed Yomma man comes around the corner and starts to upbraid here, complaining of a lack of time to do anything... Anastasia comes around the corner, looking worried. Maybe she is worried, there seems to be massive tension. I wonder why. Hedgehog is listening to a long lecture from a young man with black hair. 'He is yapping constantly, is the young warm. Hedgehog is visibly bored, but he stays polite... It is Monday, the train is delayed. There is a blockage on the tracks, a broken-down goods train,. Sitting in the Train, waiting it quarter drams' delay i. The mosaic maker runs for the local train. Too bad.

So very Monday, but it is of no serious account. Trains break down, there is nothing to be done about it, People leave the train, in a rush,.in. a panic

hoping for the express train on the other track. Perhaps-it will work, maybe they will save five hmutes.

The Train comes in . The express train waits- The delayed train leaves first.

The people hurrying, hurried in vain, and may wait a further five minutes or so. 

Sunday

wake
steal pillow, dextra protest
return that pillowha
find the own pillow on the floor.

mmm

what is wrong?
feel good
feel really good
it cannot be real
It is of no harm surely.
and if it is?
it is of no harm.

the joy of a diary
it will help you remember
the good times  when the bad times come

as they will

wkend day, ´s at ur day?

wake, eight.
shows the clock.
breathing easy, relaxed?
Mask?
its on your face, stupid!
gotten used to it.
Good.

Turn the pump off.
Nine hours, four „events“ per hour.

Strange dreams, again.
Broken.
todaloo.

Dreams of hippy busses,
lost lavatories in hotels,
an inherent vice,
a frolic of his own,
runs into dreams that end sleep
in the middle of the night
awaken.
Short notes on a sat ur de
nonsense

Make coffee
hug son,
bring modom a cuppa
Things are fine

Good

day five week thirty one two thousand and fifteen

fri,feb 20, 2075

awaken, the dictation of the alarm clock, regular noise.

Get up, go to that bathroom. Turn on the shower. This has, duet to the lime blockage, decided to alter its npmy pattern to a more horizontal type than usual, thereby making the bathroom floor."

tithe operator, too.

Wipe up The floor and take a slower...

Look in the mirror, old guy with white hair.

gather the various oddments needed for this, the last day of the week.

        The Three shops in the alley are all tit up,. the tarpaulins hiding the storage areas of the building site have destroyed what would otherwise be a pleasant sight.

A dark figure walks down the alley, jacket hood over head, follows all the way to the main trot, Two yards behind.

Discomforting.

Down theater street and out of the old town by the river gate. Dolores ahead, short fat and unsteady on her feet.

good morning.

It is cold, and so it is good that the bus is ahead of it`s time. Pay the fare, and enjoy the warmth of the Interior of the public transport vehicle.

The station's forecourt, or plaza, is a mess of cigarette butts. There are elderly smokers coughing their guts out on the nteps, everywhere. It is odd, but they insist, despite the obvious discomfort due to the cold.

Addiction.

Anastasia is reading, engrossed.

After a few moments she looks up, sees wildo, starts, apologises.

Cup of coffee and a stamp, please

day four week thirty one two thousand and fifteen

19.Feb.2015

„clock beep, switch off after inane fumbling. Six hours of sleep, according to the breathing machine.

Things are in order, it is dark, go for a warm shower.

A good start to a rough day, which is better than a rough start to a rough day.

The shower dribbles and drabbles, it must be the time depositing lime in the showerhead and blocking its functions. It will do, time descale, or descale it anyway at the weekend. Return to bedroom after drying, underpants socks, vest, day shirt, trousers. Shoes, watch, and into the sitting room to collect the glasses and the small telephone, all complete?

The wall clock has stopped yet again. Must repair it, madness collecting wall clocks. One per room is
enough, more is madness. The nice thing about mechanical clocks is that they all run in their own time, not the rigorues rule of a computer chip counting the oscillations of a humming crystal. They have their own pendulum, Their own time.
Streets are cold and damp, the remains of last weeks snow still lining the gutters.

A very large bright orange dumpster passes at the bus stop, on a mystery round of its own. Into Town, five thirty, over the pedestrian zone, orange beacons flashing...

Dolores on a seat, thirty yards fromthe bus stop, waiting, attending, brown coated, wearing a hat.

There is no smoker at the station, and two guys nerve at Yormas, baldy and Garlic. - Hedgehog alone, and across on the screen there is news from Argentinian.

A vast crowd with umbrellas in the rain, all gathered in the dark. 

day three week thirty one two thousand and fifteen

to stay calm, turn off the alarm. Medical care day today, perhaps lower the dose on the pills. Wake listen.
Silence.
Sleep

At seven the sons clock sounds. A steady persistent hooting, Struggles and groans out of the next room, then silence.

Too da loo, take a shower , wash the teeth, shave, brush the hair. All there.
Take the coffee machine apart, take out the old grounds, grind beans, fill machine, do not forget the water, and put it on the gas cooker.

wander about, put on watch.

start this little computer,  this foldable small computer.

the coffee is taking long, why?
Why not?
Wrong ring.
Gas ring.
Start other ring

Blog
Coffee made
Network hooked up

ok





Wed, 18 Feb 2014. afternoon

How it is is r%a 'w the station cafe, and inky train is due E leave in nineteen minutes.

a child on the bus to the station let a wall yellow plastic toy full at the bus stopped, it fell out of the door... The fast moving thing landed. in the pavement and was was nearly locked out by the closing doors of the bus. These were blocked, the item quickly grabbed and returned to the mother of the not yet tearful ohild. Big smiles and expressions of thanks.at#ow-d.. The young woman showed that the child would have been most upset to lose the strange yellow toy.

There are pigeons inside the cafe, inside

the waiting room, searching for leavings,
for crumbs. Maybe enjoying the warmth of the station.

Daytime travellers are different from the morning 'travellers. They do not do-it that often. They do have that practised way about them.

Another group of pigeons walk into the main door, turn left, walk by the counter, to leave by the other entrance.

They have done this-several-times now.

day two week thirty one two thousand and fifteen

Awake again, before the clock makes even the least sound. Real telephone calls in the night have broken the sleep down to less than it could have been. Get up, take the pills, goto the bathroom, take shower, refresh,

Clothing, as always. A moments panic, the shoes have disappeared. Fudthem. No, Find Them.

Found.

Hear the bells in the distance, leave the house. The street is icy and dark, quiet. Not quiet, silent.

An beat-up ear backs slowly, haltingly up the street. It was illicitly parked, and is leaving-before first light and first park warden. The driver cannot see out, but he drives anyhow. It must be the effect of the Carneval, or Fasching, or whatever. It has no tradition really in these parts, and is not much more than an excuse for a party, The driver hits the kerb.  Last nights entertainment is todays trouble...

Dolores at the bus stop, walking up and down. Sit and freeze is her alternative. She cannot wait to board the warm bus. Then, on board the bus, good morning, and the not young face of the, no longer, young woman tweaks into a radiant charming- smile of great beauty. Unexpected. Maybe never to be seen again.

The pigtailed smoker, and his female friend both talking, staring at a table of upcoming' events listed on a banner placed ofn the stations facade. She is that colourful woman of somewhat advanced years, him with his gray pigtaie, her with bright orange hair.

Anastasia smiles, not at all, coffee is ready made, paid for and the card stamped. These were not things to be expected, She is partnered todaywith the shaven headed man. Both fast efficient, tidy, obviously enjoying each others company.

Hedgehog, alone today.

On the silent television a notice appears warning:

the visitors to the monkey house that the inmates will throw shit at them if they enter wearing cameral costumes.

 It is to be assumed that this notice was found at the entrance to a monkey house in some zoo.

Smiles all round.

The monkeys are easily understood.

This shrove tuesday, the height of Carnival.

Tomorrow will he Ash Wednesday, day for self - recrimination.

day one week thirty one two thousand and fifteen

16.feb.2015

        awake agape from the black of night in the night, still night at five -sleep was almost frightening in itself. Turn of the machine, take of the mask, six hours thirty of sleep according to the stop clock on the machine. No memories, all dreams completed, none broken. like a hard days work, a good nights sleep. get up, bathroom, shower, remember last night, small celebrations in a time of celebrations.

        The shower is hot, getting hotter during the progress of the showering. Turn it cooler.

        clothes all found, go down the dark street, cobblestones in a matt lustre.The main street has the street cleaners out in force, with big machines; all in orange. with flashing lights, returning  the streets to their pristine state with inane sense of polish after the revelry following yesterdays parade had left them almost awash with littered debris of carnival. It is dark and cold.

        Dolores hurries past in her old ladies fur trimmed winter coat, wearing hiking boots, says good morning as she boards the bus That had arrived almost slyly in a manner untypical of such a huge vehicle.

Pigtailed smoker at the station speaking to an unknown female smoker,,both standing at the border of the yellow sqnare made on the pavement in road marking paint. A stylised rendition of a cigarette in one corner and an ashtray tower in the middle.

"More gen." " Magen.:"

Anastasia bright and cheery, coffee made all ready already, there are fewer people than usual. 

sunday fifteenth

waken.
do not get up and walk
mask and pipes.
Fixed, work.

Get up, logo.
Icy, Icy.
john brown again.
Tinnitus
„i feel good“


so what
tinnitus syllabus.
what is it trying to say?

Sunday morning
first round for sunday breakfast.
Son at mine crafting.
mine Gott im Himmel gib mir Kraft

addictive game, 

Saturday Valentine

bad head cold, thats all. all it is is a bad head cold, or a flu, or one of those malady that take all ability to do things, make things, enjoy things.
spend all of the available effort fighting misery.

son up, setting up a network for his computers, with more routers than you can imagine. A fire extinguisher in his room would be a good thing, never lose the feeling that these machines can go up in smoke anytime.

no rythm to the day today, no rhythm to the hand.
like a car that will not start

Find clothes, make coffee.
Two days in bed are two to many.
The day is frosty clear, the flat is a mess.

fry day Feb 13 2015

cough splutter clear the throat,
really unpleasant,
Ill, ´flu, sinusitis.
It has been growing for a week, therefore it is to be taken seriously.

Stay in bed, send a mail to work, it has to hit us all sometime.

day four week thirty two thousand and fifteen

12.2.15

Thoughts of bagpipes and spacemen, of diving suits and water pipes. Masks are not ideal, and hard to set properly. Pipe everywhere

The clock sounds, awakens. Rest three minutes more, having switched on the light to help prevent a return of Hypnos's imminent reign over consciousness.

get up, bathroom, shower, teeth, all these things one does on rising. The watcher  of The Mask, a small computer-regulated turbine says six hours, forty two minutes of sleep with three 'occurrences per hour. The machine sings its own praises.

Socks are a problem today, the left one fitting the left foot smoothly, the right hand one not fitting at all. Look closely, it is one of the sons socks. Some colour, different size..

'The alley of black cobbles, the cracks grouted with tar, shimmers in the-lamplight due to its wetness..

at the junction between the alley and the graveyard a young woman crosses the way, Bright Dayglo orange ear muffs, striding fast to her car. Items The starter of this vehicle is to be heard as a background disturbance a wheezing complaining noise.

On the  main street won safety orange waistcoated town employee goes about his business collecting items left by last nights revelry. He is wearing a dark blue hoodie, he looks like an orange coat wandering about alone, untenanted, in the dim light of the streetlamps. Bus stop, all alone today. New bus driver too, and at the station unsmiling Anastasia serves coffee.

        There is no-one outside the station, greet the solitary in the café. Hedgehog at his usual place, watch town employees loudly discussing their intention to take sick leave, and so leave for the railway plat form,

        The pigtailed smoker is on his way there too. He is late.

good morning. 

Wednesday, sewing machine

cough and splutter, bad day.
Nose closed, fresh cold, all that standing around in railway stations at night.
Tinnitus is here to stay, never went away.

There is manual domestic work to be done today.
Will go to work after.
Son up, Wife up, shouts and stress.
son comes in and gives a big hug.
"I shall miss that when he gets older".

day two week thirty two thousand and fifteen

awake and wonder, do not bother to open the eyes, leave them shut. Concentrate on regular breathing.  Now the wakener sounds, open the eyes, it is early dawn, silence the clock. Undo the little pressure mask after switching off the turbine.
The display says that there were six hours sleep, a good rest.
Get up, pills and water, go search for a fresh towel and take to the bathroom. The shower has become all covered in lime deposits from the water, this must be cleaned soon.
Cannot find a white tee shirt for under the white shirt. Would anybody wear a black tee shirt unter a white shirt?
It does not appear right.

After dressing, set the clock in the hall, which is showing nonsense values again, and, as it is now half past, leave for the passage past the building site in the alley.

Two men in a mini car with a running engine are parked in front of the clothes shop. That is about the strangest thing today. They are not security people.

Good Morning
Dolourful Dolores, the most colourful part being the yellow and black of her handbag, the one with the leapordskin pattern.
The rest is grey, a grey winter coat and a scarf.


The smoker standing at the square, not in it mind you! Defiantly outside the square enjoying his early morning smoke.

Good Morning

The coffee is good as ever, the big and blonde coffee lady is still trying to do two things at once. Perhaps she will learn sometime.


Hedgehog and Moustachio, are there,

as every day

day one week thirty two thousand and fifteen

beeping clock, not a dreamt-of telephone.
get up, dismantle the sleep apparatus, a snore free night. Mechanical assistance for a deep sleep.
Enjoy the morning shower, cannot find a fitting shirt. Panic. Find trousers, no lights for fear of waking the wife up.
Found!
Now to find the jacket, search all over the flat.
Finally, a voice in the dark, what is being searched for, why the abscence of light?
So, awake all the time?
Lights on, jacket is there where it is meant to be.
One hook further on.

Get bag, warm jacket, cold street.
Bus is at the stop, watch it drive off.
Missed the bus.
walk.

The three office people say good morning on the bridge.
A car behind me hits the kerb, driving unsteady.
maybe a still drunk driver, who has forgotten the amount of alcohol in his blood.
Ignore the red pedestrian lights, after all there is little traffic at this hour

It is snowing.

The walk takes seventeen minutes.
Yormas is in a panic, full, everyone in a hurry, everyone wants wants wants
Anastasia calm efficient deals with everybody fast and calm
the other one puffs and blows and suffers, lets everyone see that she is hard at work.

The pig tailed smoker, the Hedgehog and Moustachio.
They are all there, at their table.

Six oh eight, the train is in.

The mornings pills and tablets,
working now.
Read the mail on the phone on the train.

everything back in line

on the train line to work

eight feb sunday

wake at seven remember waking in the night
machine says eight hours forty two minutes sleep
no miracle,
get up, clothes on , it is eight fifty,
go to bathroom, freezing cold today,
no rhyme to be made, out of rythm
Son cleaning up room
computer problems
can he think of ought else?


commiserate
morning hug


down the steps, out the door,
all is covered in snow.

Down the alley,
see a small boy with his mother in front of the church,
he is chortling with peleasure at the snow, the slush,

walk through the arcades
to the Mareis bakery
stand in queue
eight brezen
to be aten.

for sunday breakfast.
Mother and small boy arrive at the bakers too,
smile at the kid.
mother looks askance
my o my what on earth has wildo done now?


On the way back hear the priest intoning prayers in the church
and the choir singing to the singing flock

snot your day

 snorkel sleep. would a german say schnörkel schlaf?
who cares, the mask is easier to deal with now, sleep is better.
a prosthetic solution for sleep problems.

wake out of a dream now forgotten to me and unimportant to the world.
urgent needs to deal with first
disconnect the mask, bathroom

Feel good, ah---- better now.

Wife in bed, deep asleep
son up, computers running, Latin.
Clean up the kitchen sideboard.
Make coffee
chaos kaos help.
Wipe the sideboard
tidy up

Son is at the computer

please son- do your latin first


No internet
go to the window

lukewarm hotspot outside
makes this possible
for half an hour


stressful


oK

day five week twenty nine two thousand and fifteen

beep-clock bip bip
Find the button, press the button. Take off the antiapnea mask, hang it up to dry after disconnecting the tube. Rest for two minutes more.

Bathroom
shower, hairwash and a quick shave. Everything as always, find fresh clothes after a short search in the wardrobe.
Tour the flat looking for the jacket, the glasses, and also find the mobile phone.
Leave for the alley, the lane. Out there there is a man talking to a small person in a very loud voice. This voice echoes up and down the street, seems to be critical. Silhouttes of these two to be seen in the distance againsts the brightly lit junction at the Neustadt end of the lande. One person, male silhouete, hands waving about, looking down. The other person, female, looking up.

The fullish waning moon hides behind the church spire. There are more, similar, voices to be heard, shouting out of doors, shouting outside that Altstadt night club in the Altstadt. Late night revels.
Two people pass on mountain bikes , wrapped up against the cold.
It is cold, dark and early.
Threading through yet another new road works, wildo thinks of new pipes for old houses. Disorders in the old intestines of the town causing lesions in its surface, past lives being unearthed.
Bus stop, alone today. New bus driver, changes the money, gives a ticket, thank you, good morning.
Look at Ifone, in her worn old black dress, smooth curves sleek black, subdued face lighting up at the stroke of a finger, demanding a wakening caress. Read the mail on the mobile telephone.
Most of it is junk, as always.

The smoker, alone in his yellow-bordered square, his short sleeved shirt in the cold, pigtail bobbing. A friendly kind of man, a town planner, a draughtsman.

Coffee at Yormas, the big blonde`s day today, the loquacious salacious one. She is in charge today, alone, and, suddenly, see there!, she is fast and responsible. It goes to show that all you need to do is to take people seriously if you want them to do serious work.

Hedgehog&Moustachio!, at their table, their table there where it always is, standing and talking.
Hedgehog gives Wildo a recognising nod.
Skiers on the silent television, their falls and breaking bones shown in slow motion.

Terrible things always happen too quickly for the public to really be able to enjoy and appreciate every instant of the action without technical assistance.
Even with the sound on, they never play recordings of the screaming.

day four week twenty nine two thousand and fifteen

that mask works better without humidification. More like breathing, less like waterboarding. No snores anymore. At five the clock makes its noises. Think a short while, undon the mask and go for an early morning shower.
The shower suddenly goes far to hot, and when the toilet flush has stopped taking water the shower head gives a start and sprays the wall.
Lo Tech.
When the clothes are found and they donned, the pills taken and the pockets checked then leave the house. Speculate on when the ugly building site will go, with its crane and its horrid blue tarpaulin on the fence hiding both skips for the rubbish from the building which they are renovating.
A four storey nineteenth century listed building. Down the lane, or church alley, or whatever you like to call it. The streets are really cold and empty, apart from a woman in black marching resolutely towards some unknown destination.

No Dolores today, probably too cold.
Offer the bus driver Tuesday´s fare, but he refuses, says it is all oK. Decent bloke.

The new mobile phone buzzes, it has checked for mail. A novelty, doing work on the way to work, to know about the waiting work before worktime. Is it a good thing, does one need to know, do people really need to know?

The pigtailed smoker says gutn magen.
I agree.
Anastasia, looking pale and tired, makes coffee, serving others from behind the counter using a high pitched chirpy voice,
Her colleague exchanges salacious banter with Moustachio! in a really vulgar tone of voice, yes almost improper.
Hedgehog is standing at his usual place, to be joined by the long longhaired girl with the black coat. The mosaic maker is to be seen in the background.

Leave for the train, and then the train leaves late.
Because the Muhldorf train is delayed it needs to wait.

day three week twenty nine two thousand and fifteen

Pipes and thrums, air blown into the nose, close the mouth, air into the lungs, idea works, system does not.Takes getting used to.
Waking at seven, take off the mask, doctors morning appintment  today, anti-Rudolf, despite the fact that the probuscus' ruddy glow has been significantly reduced.
Put the mask of anyway, intend to get up.
Lie down for five.
Fall asleep.
A story of weakness.

Listen to the son and the wife make their morning rumpus after their alarm has made it's noises. Stay in bed, do not wish to interfere. Son comes in , Quick cuddle, goes to brush his hair and his teeth, eats breakfast, leaves house. Then get up, take shower, take pills, get dressed, all day clothes on.
Make coffee, wife back in bed, resting. Saccharin unfindeable, introuvable, therefore no coffee for her.  Sugar being fattening, it may not be used. Coffee on its own is too bitter, no way, it will not be taken.
Drink coffee, eat the remaining toast left by the son in his hurry to be in school on time. Cold toast with hot coffee.

An Irish Menu Card would read:

Cold lightly browned German Toast with a Smattering of Fresh Butter, drownded in a thin coat of Delicious Honey, accompanied by a Large Steaming Mug of our Extraordinary Top Strength Aldi Espresso Coffee.

¡BULLSHIT!, but people go for it

Leave the house go to the doctors down the sunlit street in the minus ten cold, see the building workers all muffled up.

Doc takes five miutes, he looks at the nose, asks whether it has improved or not, writes a prescription for the same antibiotics as  the last time.

Go to work now

day two week twenty nine two thousand and fifteen

3.Feb 2015

           

Tubes and snort, is this really a help? will sleep be, better for it? There is no knowing, not telling yet. No coins for the bus. Search and search, cannot find them. Too bad.

The snow is still is there, it has gone icy. It is very cold, compared to that which has become usual. Minus ten degrees! The moon is quite full.

Dolores at the bus stop, good morning. Bus driver refuses a fifty., says drive for free. Not every bus driver would have done that.

Yormagirls can do it! They charged the fifty.

They are all there, the pigtailed smoker in his shirt sleeves,the tall black haired girl.

Anastasia is on a day off.

        The day is a rush, there has been a bad start, let us hope that it does not take a bad end...

        A few nips of coffee, a few notes for this weblog, and of to the platform. A girl holds the door for me, good manners in one so young.

        The train comes in with its electrical connectors sparkling brightly and crackling loudly with the cold.

Train in.

Sit,, maybe opposite to the same girl, now drinking from a red cup, she has a dress style comprising of many small things and Trinkets, listening to the sounds from an electronic tablet on white earphones. This tablet is held in a worn pink cover. The little ingot around her neck has "Ich Liebe Dich" in flowing handwriting engraved upon it.

        The announcement welcoming all to the 4041 Express comes over the speakers loudly, a harsh Bavarian voice, there is no knowing what the speaker looks like. He is  replaced in Mossburg by the sound of a professional recording, no accent, telling passengers to please leave on The Right.

Do it right

day one week twenty nine two thousand and fifteen

2.Feb. 2015

Pipes and mash, or just the pipe and the mask. Air blockage, air pressure. Vapour stuck in the pipe, heavy air movement. still, sleep.

        Clock, beep sound, turn it off. Five, five in the morning. Turn off the little aspirator. Five hours sleep, two events per hour. Oh well.

        Shower and towel dry. get a shirt, rocks, pants, ready for work. Search for train ticket, bus ticket, money and watch. Pack up the pen and the book to read, the funny telephone. lfonie Is Think of a name.

        - Down the stairs, out' into the street, covered in wet and soggy show. The cobblestones rkw through, all snow- grouted. Black basalt cobbles with white grouting now.

Snow activities at the main street, people shoveling and pushing the cold wet masses to the side. There insane rot that mom-y# much, anyhow..

        At the bus stop watch all the inverter man ploughs go by, a wall tractor, a quad, a pick up. All competing for the sparse snow this year.

The station has the shortsleeved pigtailed smoking man in front-Good Morning.

Inside the Yorma cafe is slow and overfriendly, not nice. Anastasia has lccked herself in the kitchen, she is obviously unwell.

Go to the platform, get on board the train after it has rolled into the station.

Domnaigh, flyback day

work on the photos in the night, some are good, some are better, some are.... well, where would we be without those?
bad sleep, the sound of tyres and motorcars passing on the south Circular road, one of the longest roads in Dublin

Then sleep, sleep, untill eight fifteen. That is the thing, finally exhaustion sets in. Sleep with the mask on at home tonight, look forward to that.
Get up, clothes on, breakfast, salty rashers fatty egg and a tomato. Such is life. Chat with the woman who runs the place. Arrange for this that and the other, pay the bill.

The kitchen, and the breakfast room,  were  full of smoke, fatty smoke, no ventilator, she opens the door to let the smell out and the fresh cold air in, freezing draught about the legs. Think of the work to be done cleaning up the residues of the week, the work that does not get seen, the work that has to be put in the first charges or it will never be paid for.
 Up in the room itself, pack away my clothes, do this blogging after looking at a few more pictures. The uncertainity of never knowing exactly what the customer expects, after dodging all the barriers that the same has put in your way.

They are not bad, and very detailed.
The sun is out, and a walk is in order.


After all, the work is done now.
Not complete, but done.