11 December 2015
Relax, there is no work today
Relax,
No.
go to the bathroom, take a shower. The son has destroyed the suspension of the shower doors by closing them too firmly. Well, not entirely destroyed. It has just jammed, and some jiggling to and fro loosens it again.
enjoy water, and wash the hair.
When clothed make coffee in the kitchen. The son has Long gone to school, to his maths and latin, german and computer science. A busy day, for him.
Sit in the sitting room, with the old furniture, the youngest fifty years old, and the oldest from Limerick, from the eighteenth century, a piano, that will need restoring yet again.
The room was tidied and cleaned yesterday, no big deal, just a thing that needed doing.
The luxury of it! A cup of coffee in a room where
every chair, table and whatever could tell the
story of past owners • The house itself could tell the story of pre-columbian goldsmiths, master masons (by appointment to the local majesty, of wine merchants and town officials, of furniture makers and interior decorators.
Whatever and everything that the last five hundred years have to offer. To be read by archeologists now, those who unread the language of stones, wood and mortar.And today is quiet, a peaceful weekday in a residential town.
Relax, there is no work today
Relax,
No.
go to the bathroom, take a shower. The son has destroyed the suspension of the shower doors by closing them too firmly. Well, not entirely destroyed. It has just jammed, and some jiggling to and fro loosens it again.
enjoy water, and wash the hair.
When clothed make coffee in the kitchen. The son has Long gone to school, to his maths and latin, german and computer science. A busy day, for him.
Sit in the sitting room, with the old furniture, the youngest fifty years old, and the oldest from Limerick, from the eighteenth century, a piano, that will need restoring yet again.
The room was tidied and cleaned yesterday, no big deal, just a thing that needed doing.
The luxury of it! A cup of coffee in a room where
every chair, table and whatever could tell the
story of past owners • The house itself could tell the story of pre-columbian goldsmiths, master masons (by appointment to the local majesty, of wine merchants and town officials, of furniture makers and interior decorators.
Whatever and everything that the last five hundred years have to offer. To be read by archeologists now, those who unread the language of stones, wood and mortar.And today is quiet, a peaceful weekday in a residential town.
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