1.3.2016
seaside melody, and off to the bathroom.
Try to shave, but the disposable shaver is blunt. The result is a silly cut on the upper lip.
Take the daily shower, with a metal taste of blood, the blood flowing from the cut into the mouth. Finish washing, return to the bedroom, put all the clothes on. For some reason, things do not take as long today, and therefore stand about in the hallway waiting for half past five.
The cat is attentive, hitting it's head against the knees, the legs, and occasionally against the various furniture standing in the hall. The flashing lights from the son's wlan flash away, working away to themselves, recieving signals, working on protocols, transferring data.
Then it is half past five, and time to leave the house. The cat comes along down the stairs but stays in the rear part of the hallway.
It is snowing today, snow that turns to slush underfoot.
It is snowing the heavy snow in copious quantities, the metal surfaces of the digger blocking the street are covered in it, The alley is blocked by a building site. They have dug up the road yet again, in order to lay pipes for a municipal heating service,
Pass the barriers, and now there are workers spreading salt on the roads, encourageing the already-melting snow to dissolve completely. There is a miniature agricultural tractor racing about, trying to push the scarcely existent snow off the street and covering everything with salt from the large hopper behind the driver. At the rate at which the snow is melting, the point of all this activity is questionable.
Dolores huddled in the bus stop, hiding from what is now a snowstorm, a very wet snowstorm. The bog-cotton hair man is there, and the officious teacher too.
The railway forecourt, or plaza, is covered in slush, there is no one there. In the cafe the inexperienced service people attempt to clear the chaos caused by the customers from those two busses which have just arrived simultaneously.
Hedgehog is at his place and the television is advertising cleaning products again, a miracle liquid that removes burnt fat with no trouble at all. It is hard to believe. Leave the for the platform,the little Rosenheim train seems to have got stuck in the snow somewhere. Board the train, and off to work.
Some things as every day.
seaside melody, and off to the bathroom.
Try to shave, but the disposable shaver is blunt. The result is a silly cut on the upper lip.
Take the daily shower, with a metal taste of blood, the blood flowing from the cut into the mouth. Finish washing, return to the bedroom, put all the clothes on. For some reason, things do not take as long today, and therefore stand about in the hallway waiting for half past five.
The cat is attentive, hitting it's head against the knees, the legs, and occasionally against the various furniture standing in the hall. The flashing lights from the son's wlan flash away, working away to themselves, recieving signals, working on protocols, transferring data.
Then it is half past five, and time to leave the house. The cat comes along down the stairs but stays in the rear part of the hallway.
It is snowing today, snow that turns to slush underfoot.
It is snowing the heavy snow in copious quantities, the metal surfaces of the digger blocking the street are covered in it, The alley is blocked by a building site. They have dug up the road yet again, in order to lay pipes for a municipal heating service,
Pass the barriers, and now there are workers spreading salt on the roads, encourageing the already-melting snow to dissolve completely. There is a miniature agricultural tractor racing about, trying to push the scarcely existent snow off the street and covering everything with salt from the large hopper behind the driver. At the rate at which the snow is melting, the point of all this activity is questionable.
Dolores huddled in the bus stop, hiding from what is now a snowstorm, a very wet snowstorm. The bog-cotton hair man is there, and the officious teacher too.
The railway forecourt, or plaza, is covered in slush, there is no one there. In the cafe the inexperienced service people attempt to clear the chaos caused by the customers from those two busses which have just arrived simultaneously.
Hedgehog is at his place and the television is advertising cleaning products again, a miracle liquid that removes burnt fat with no trouble at all. It is hard to believe. Leave the for the platform,the little Rosenheim train seems to have got stuck in the snow somewhere. Board the train, and off to work.
Some things as every day.
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