Thursday, 19 January 2017

punctual today


The high-pitched beet from the alarm clock beside the bed is beyond the ninds ability to incorporate into a dream.. So-awaken, and turn the sound off.
Leave the bedroom, there is the cat sitting or its favourite chair, purring away to herself, then stretching her head out. Pat the cat's head, feely the hard little skull through the fur.
Shower, it its cold in the bathroom today,it feels much colder than yesterday. Wash the gray hair, make sure everything is clean, all of the night washed away. Return to the bedroom and find that the cat has relocated to a chair in the comer of the bedroom. The same chair over which the clothing for the day has been draped, Scratch her head; listen to the happy purr. Is purring a sign of happiness in cats? or something else? Not sure.
Down the stairs into the bleak cold passage way and leave the house for the cold alley, colder than yesterday. There has been no fresh snow, and the old snow has condensed to a white mass of hard crystals.
The big delivery truck from Innstolz is unloading opposite the church, bringing its wares to the back entrance of the cafes. It's. driver is on the lift at the back of the truck, slowly rising with this lift to return the empty pallets into the loading bay of the vehicle....
Hurry huddled down the street to the bas stop at the river, beyond the old town gate. Dolores is there, waiting for the bus. And Teaeheruann passes by, he is on foot today. Perhaps he has realised that it is not worth waiting for a bus to only travel eight hundred yards, half a mile, one kilometre. He is on foot today, anyhow.
At the station, there is another big delivery truck, very similar to the one at the church. The pigtailed man and the well-padded woman are there too, standing beside the truck, smoking. The man with the pigtail is wearing. a long sleeved shirt today.
The little discount card is fall today; ten stamps, ten cups, one free cup Today. This is satisfying, it is like a treat. Next time in ten days time.
The Hedgehog is intent upon his newsper in the cafe, he does not look up today, his face looks serious.
And so the day is ready to start.
The train is so punctual today, then is no time to finish this account.
The last words are written on the bus, on the last leg of the journey to work.

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