wake into silence, window light, grey sky, none of yesterdays reflection of white condensation trails from passing aircraft in the balcony windows. Time passes, cooler air.
up at eight in the morning.
Little cat purring in anticipation of feeding. Take the cat plate and fill it with water to clean it. Leave it in the sink, and leave the cat purring in anticipation
Toodaloo.
And then to the kitchen, find the coffee, fill the machine, grind the beans bought on Monday, fill the itallian expresso cooker, aluminium patent machine, big Bialetti.
Clear the used pans from the gas cooker, put the Bialetti on.
tick tick -woof. The gas jet bursts into flame with a small dull explosion, the coffee is on the make.
The son sitting on the couch in the living room, long hair astray,waves. and lies back on the sofa. He has been up late at his computers again, pages of code and systems that work.
Most of the time.
The workers on the street nearby have commenced their noise yet again. The hum of a hydraulic digger, becoming louder and then quiet again as it scoops the earth and stones out of the road, making a trench for pipes or cables or both to be laid into before they are covered with sand. Heat and power for everybody, and afterwards people will say that it is the radiators, or the sockets.
What is under the ground will be forgotten. The noise of a chain saw cutting timber interrupts this background low noisce with its raucous vibrations.
Read the news on the computer. An author, same age as wildo, has gone sick with cancer, and will die soon. Why does he announce this, who is spreading such news? Does he want commiserations for the rest of his life?
Every individual has an own way of dealing with the facts of life and death.
This news is a reminder that there are things that need doing, need to have been done in time.
Read the news in the computer.
A man in a yellow shirt puts down a rucksack. Bombs in Thailand. That is repellent.
up at eight in the morning.
Little cat purring in anticipation of feeding. Take the cat plate and fill it with water to clean it. Leave it in the sink, and leave the cat purring in anticipation
Toodaloo.
And then to the kitchen, find the coffee, fill the machine, grind the beans bought on Monday, fill the itallian expresso cooker, aluminium patent machine, big Bialetti.
Clear the used pans from the gas cooker, put the Bialetti on.
tick tick -woof. The gas jet bursts into flame with a small dull explosion, the coffee is on the make.
The son sitting on the couch in the living room, long hair astray,waves. and lies back on the sofa. He has been up late at his computers again, pages of code and systems that work.
Most of the time.
The workers on the street nearby have commenced their noise yet again. The hum of a hydraulic digger, becoming louder and then quiet again as it scoops the earth and stones out of the road, making a trench for pipes or cables or both to be laid into before they are covered with sand. Heat and power for everybody, and afterwards people will say that it is the radiators, or the sockets.
What is under the ground will be forgotten. The noise of a chain saw cutting timber interrupts this background low noisce with its raucous vibrations.
Read the news on the computer. An author, same age as wildo, has gone sick with cancer, and will die soon. Why does he announce this, who is spreading such news? Does he want commiserations for the rest of his life?
Every individual has an own way of dealing with the facts of life and death.
This news is a reminder that there are things that need doing, need to have been done in time.
Read the news in the computer.
A man in a yellow shirt puts down a rucksack. Bombs in Thailand. That is repellent.
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