Sunday morning easy, stay quiet, get up, listen to the cat purring, sunlit day outside.
Get up, take a shower, look at the orchid, must water it today. Soak the wood chips that it grows on. It seems to like that.
Brush the teeth and clean the stand from which the toothbrush loads up it's batteries. And now, ready to go. The son is an unkempt addition to his computer, still playing that same mining game.
The sun is up, and out. Yesterdays storms are past, and now the walls of the house opposite are lit at a slant by the sun, the eight in the morning sun.
The coffee pot needs cleaning, the kitchen could be tidier.
So tidy the kitchen and clean the coffee pot.
Think of islands in the sun, boating, swimming, all day.
Think of tinnitus, will not go away.
The son and the wife are preparing for a days excursion. A trip to a museum, not a thing for a good day, but who can choose the weather.
Sit at the table, look at the pianos. One is a flat box, one is upright.
The flat one needs to be repaired.
The son wants to stay at home, to play games on the computer, with his friends.
And the television is showing pictures of landscapes.
We are waiting for the breakfast cake.
This is going to be an entirely disjointed day, the bells are ringing outside, it is half past nine, the bells are calling the faithful to the service.
Get up, take a shower, look at the orchid, must water it today. Soak the wood chips that it grows on. It seems to like that.
Brush the teeth and clean the stand from which the toothbrush loads up it's batteries. And now, ready to go. The son is an unkempt addition to his computer, still playing that same mining game.
The sun is up, and out. Yesterdays storms are past, and now the walls of the house opposite are lit at a slant by the sun, the eight in the morning sun.
The coffee pot needs cleaning, the kitchen could be tidier.
So tidy the kitchen and clean the coffee pot.
Think of islands in the sun, boating, swimming, all day.
Think of tinnitus, will not go away.
The son and the wife are preparing for a days excursion. A trip to a museum, not a thing for a good day, but who can choose the weather.
Sit at the table, look at the pianos. One is a flat box, one is upright.
The flat one needs to be repaired.
The son wants to stay at home, to play games on the computer, with his friends.
And the television is showing pictures of landscapes.
We are waiting for the breakfast cake.
This is going to be an entirely disjointed day, the bells are ringing outside, it is half past nine, the bells are calling the faithful to the service.
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