Wednesday, 23 December 2015

and a notebook on the day before christmas Eve

23 December 2015
The last week of this year starting soon. The mornings turmoil with the son eating his breakfast and practicing his song text at the same time. There is to be a church service to mark christmas and the end of the Year in The big Jodoks church later today. And he is happy to be in the choir, he likes dancing too.Song and dance are important, a most important part of life. So are eating and drinking It is just hard to these things all at the same time. Bathroom, brush the teeth. The orchid bought two days ago seems to be doing well, a space in the bathroom window, a filled by it. Orchids are strange plants, pretty parasites growing on dead wood. They are plants that grow in the forest, their intense colours artificial in the shade of the trees. Let us see if this one will grow in the bathroom. It is a white one.
The son off to school, the last day this term. after the christmas holidays things will continue to get tougher there . It is better to have tried, than not to have tried. The wife is back to bed, a luxury, her luxury. The kitchen has been tidied, the coffee made, these things have been done. Her umbrage at the state of the sons room, the mess with the items in use not being put away after this use, are reflected in the daily state of the kitchen, the utensils and ingredients, spices and cutlery lying there were they had last been used. It is done quickly, tidying a bit, sweeping surface.
Sit there with a cup of coffee and a notebook on the day before christmas Eve. 

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