the grinder and the machine

22.11.2015

Son in the bright grey lit bedroom, comes in and jumps into the parental bed. He is excited by the first snow of the winter.

It is late, and it is Sunday today, a grey Sunday.. Snow is falling, small fluttering flakes, slowly making their way to the ground.

snow remains on all of the window ledges, but melts on the concrete pavement. Temperatures outside must he cold enough to cause the snow, but not enough to cool down the concrete.

Bathroom, brush teeth,-wash hands. Replace the brace on the arm, put the spring for the little finger in it's place. There is no pain at all, only if the hand is put to use is there a slight ache. Putting the hand to use is verboten.

Make coffee, the grinder and the machine.

There are no cups in the cupboard, open the dishwasher to find some there. Make up a cup, sweetener and milk added, for the wife. Bring it in to the bed, receive thanks.

 Return to the living room with another cup, look out of the window.

The snow is falling faster now, it: is wet due to the barely increased temperatures of the proceeding day.

and as this has been written, the snow has stopped. and melted from everything but the roofs of the houses.. These are always colder than anything else.

Seen from above the whole town must now be a white-roofed ensemble, ready for Christmas, the celebrations for this annual event will start in about a week.

The cat is fed, and the son is doing his homeward, His homework in English, his second foreign language at choice.

And the bells sound, calling the faithful to church. Snow is falling again, pretty to watch, the flakes larger, and wandering from side to side on their downward journey.

And it will be winter with the end of March.