easy. quiet Sat

Stretch the old bones, let the mind unfold. 

Let the light in, grey light, no sunshine.

Lie on the right hand side, pull up the knees.

Below  the knee both legs are in the air now.

Drop the knees to the ground, it is a low bed.

And push the torso vertical, sitting on the bedside now, looking out of the window, see the hops growing, hops are decoration only, they start afresh every year on their climb up the wires.

They look nice now, Sisyphus plants.

Get up, steady now, to the bathroom, the orchid is still alive, needs watering. 

Later.

Urgent business first, then decide, the luxury of this Saturday, to make the coffee first.

A morning to be spent in the clothes that had been slept in.

The cat is welcoming, she thinks that she is due to be fed.

No way, let the others be feeders.

Beans, grinder, coffee grounds,

Bialetti, empty, fill with water, fill with coffee, assemble,

put on the gas flame.

Meanwhile, get the silver apple, take it to the sitting room table,open it, start the machine, good morning faithful readers, only one, USA, not Portugal, and write these notes.

And when the coffee is ready, write on.

Listen to the cat, it is eating the remainders of yesterdays cat food, and that is good.

Hear the son rise, and move directly to his machines, to talk with his friends

An easy. quiet Saturday morning.