cold salty wet

Dec 5,2017

Finish the morning wash early today, five minutes. Take up a book, start to read. An electronic book. A Tablet. 

Moses needed ten-

"Riverun past Adam and Eves' Manage the first lines, 'as far as 'Howth castle and environs".

Leave the house, the alley is sodden wet, There

        - is a light rain, less than would

warrant the use of an umbrella, more than is pleasant.

Pass by the Christ was stalls and the  Christwas tree. The rustic stalls will sell overprice sugary mulled wine, enough to make an uninitiated stomach turn in revulsion.

at the bus stop, there is Dolores, the bog cotton man. Both are withdrawn into their coats, necks wrapped in scarf.  It is the kind of weather great for colds and dripping noses. The snow is gone, washed away. Nothing there but cold salty wet.

The bus arrives, the fat driver with the moustache is driving today. The other two board first, each pay their due.

Five minutes later, the bus just passes the bus stop.at Hofangerweg, the stop where Dolores normally gets off. She is in panic, the lady does not know what to do. The bus driver goes on, blithe to signals and shouts..

Talk to the busdriver man. He lies, says no signal was given. That is not true. The old woman needs to walk back half a mile now, because the driver had forgotten.

The cafe in the station is packed. Maybe fifteen buildin workers. All with sordid soiled working clothes, all from Balkan countries.

At six, off to the platform, by chance numbered six..