saturday chaos.

that is it now, the first of July, a Saturday.

The son at his computers

the wife at the flea market

alone in the mess at home.

It is incredible now

There are two empty bottles of coca cola on the table

two empty water bottles

two glasses, three table mats , a salt shaker and a breakfast board.

A complete utter mess.

Dust is accrueing under the piano.

There are papers on every horizontal surface, papers read and then put aside.

Trying to see the positve side of things.

There is room for things to get worse.

Oh well, so much for the weekend horrors, the weekend hours.

There is the noise of traffic from the open window on this sunny summer's day.

But why bother

bothersome

bother none

It is the mess to return from work to.

And what will happen in some years

when work ends?

Start.
Clear the table.