Saturday, 4 March 2017

a nothing happening type of Saturday morning

awake at five, it is dark. The cat is making a fuss, it wants to go out , or something.
Get up, let it out.

Go back to bed, get rid of the exhaustion that way.
Later, the young son comes into bed.
To cuddle. He is of the age where this is still ok, where he can get into bed with his father and fall asleep with his head on his fathers arm. This will not be in a few years time.

It is light outside, bright.
The work in the yard is calling.

The shoulders ache from yesterday, all those cubic metres moved, and dug out, removed.
Debris from past construction work, past demolitions, renovations from the middle of the last century. Rubble left in spaces not needed at the time.

Make coffee and think.

Listen to the neighbours talking,
Two older ladies discussing health problems.

And the son has started on his computer, communicating with his friends.

Discussing school, Monday is the end of the winter holidays.

It is  the weekend, time to let go of the official troubles.

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