hear that the son is up, he is warming up the oven, clattering in the kitchen. He is baking bread for Christmas Eve.
Up early and baking bread.
Get up and take a look. Under a dishcloth on the kitchen table a earthenware dish filled with dough, risen to a smooth pale cream coloured bubble.
A small baking craze.
Sit on the couch in the sitting room. Read the news. Authoritarians fighting for power in America. What else would authoritarians fight for any way? America is a long way away, and getting farther away by the day.
Listen to the noise the computer games are making. The son has now developed a craze for plaaying very old games on very old machines. Which goes to show that no real progress has been made in that field. And then an agricultural simulation game, driving tractors and harvesting grain.
And now it is time to get up, to wash, to leave the dressing gown and the night clothes in the bedroom.
Christmas Eve on a Sunday. A rainy grey-coloured day.
Maybe it would have been sensible to join the holiday traffic, and to go somewhere, to do something different, to not stay at home over the holiday.
A small slice of fresh bread and butter, a test of those baking abilities.
It is very nice.,
Up early and baking bread.
Get up and take a look. Under a dishcloth on the kitchen table a earthenware dish filled with dough, risen to a smooth pale cream coloured bubble.
A small baking craze.
Sit on the couch in the sitting room. Read the news. Authoritarians fighting for power in America. What else would authoritarians fight for any way? America is a long way away, and getting farther away by the day.
Listen to the noise the computer games are making. The son has now developed a craze for plaaying very old games on very old machines. Which goes to show that no real progress has been made in that field. And then an agricultural simulation game, driving tractors and harvesting grain.
And now it is time to get up, to wash, to leave the dressing gown and the night clothes in the bedroom.
Christmas Eve on a Sunday. A rainy grey-coloured day.
Maybe it would have been sensible to join the holiday traffic, and to go somewhere, to do something different, to not stay at home over the holiday.
A small slice of fresh bread and butter, a test of those baking abilities.
It is very nice.,
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