sorry guys

The day before the first of may is doctors day again, a sore back, sore for the past weeks.
wake, the alarm starts automatically, turn it off, rest.

Then the son's alarm, it will send him to school, ok.
Get up, make a cup of coffee, the sun is not yet up.
Then the son comes around the corner, red hair flowing, a tangled mess from sleeping.

The son is up, he fills an early morning glass of coca cola,
and a slice of buttered toast.

Write an email missive to the people at work, sorry guys.
Today, on the Monday before the first of may
there will be hardly anybody there anyway.

Goodbye to the son on his way to school
read the news, find out the telephone number of the doctor,

and make yet another cup of coffee.

back pains and tinnitus
being older has it's advantages
those are definitely disadvantages

new machine

The clock is five minutes fast again, this is over a period of weeks. This is not really good, even if the instrument is almost ninety years old.
But it is the only thing making a sound on this Sunday morning, a morning of clear blue sky outside the oak framed windows.
The dirt in the sitting room was reduced yesterday, just a little bit, the son cleared away the tangle of consoles from in front of the television. It was more work in persuasion, but he did it himself. And the stack of old sheet music was cleared from the piano, and sorted.
There was joy at the discovery of music that had been played five years ago, meanwhile forgotten.
And that was the end of tidying up the living room, he sat down and played them all on the piano.
A thing that he would not have been driven to, given other circumstances.
Practice piano in a half-tidied living room.


And now alone at the table, in the peace and quiet of the early Sunday morning, the town deserted, so many of the inhabitants gone to excursions over what may be a long weekend.

a very peaceful morning with a few very rich cups of coffee from that new machine.

nasty buzz at seven

know that it is the weekend, the tablet stays silent.
Feel the warmth of the bed, the warning ache in the back, an old spinal system heavily used.

Hear the sound of the sons alarm clock, it is a nasty buzz at seven.

Get out of bed carefully, find clothing, get dressed.
The hair stands on end, looks electrified.
horrible. Abolish that picture in the mirror.


Stumble to the coffee machine in the chaotic kitchen.
empty the old grounds, put in fresh grains from the grinder
the little green lights are on now, go ahead.

take the coffee cup to the sitting room table.
there is a newspaper there
saturday morning newspaper
tremp and murkel

uses his fingers to take

Friday, 27th of April, 2018
Watch an older woman at Yorma`s cafe fumbling bakery products, pretzels and cakes,  from the dispenser, using the provided metal tongs. It is claimed that it is due to hygienic reasoning that these tongs are provided and their use encouraged. But surely a customer may touch the food items that he or she is going to consume? Still, all the customers fumble with these silver tongs, pulling their rolls , and pretzels, and cakes into the provided paper bags. All lifting the clear acrylic dispenser lid with the left hand and operating the shiny silver tongs with the right. It takes time.
The woman drops her money, she fails to close the lid properly, and the pretzels in the display fall out onto the floor.
The next person uses his fingers to take what he wants and to put it into one of the cellophane-fronted paper bags.


The coffee was served today by the bald headed bearded man. He has plaited his beard, and he is friendly. The coffee itself is much the same as every day, the taste of cardboard cup included.

Hedgehog Norbert at his usual place in the cafe, friendly, drinking his coffee and reading his paper.

The train left punctually, to travel through the bright post dawn landscape.
It is the beginning of the last day of the week.

Her pet lizard is dying.

he cat is attentive this morning. It rubs its snout against the bare legs at the side of the bed, and keeps a loud purr going all the time.
The morning showerbath is finished, find the clothing for the day in thc wardrobe.
Leave the cat and the house behind, the weather is dry, the shoes make a muffled click on the pavement with every step.
at the end of the theater street, at the town gate, there is a young woman standing in the middle of the street staring at that town gate itself, the large building with the alpine society in it. She just stands still and staress. she is gone before the gate is passed, before the bus stop. A friendly greeting from Dolores, then, just stand there looking at the traffic. There is enough change for the bus driver, a dark haired man with a beard. The Teacherman is a little bit late today, see him approach from the back of the bus. Maybe it is just that the bus is in early today.
At the railway station. wish the smoker good morning, he returns the greeting with a happy grin. The man makesa most contented impression. In the cafe, pay with the discount card. This  means  that the coffee is free today, complete with a new card. Every eleventh cup is free, ten stamps and a new card.
Think about the young mosaic maker, the young woman heartbroken. Her pet lizard is dying. She spoke about it here, yesterday on the return journey. Five o’clock in the evening, yesterday. Her pet of eleven years.

Return to the day's affairs, start to write these notes in the waiting room.
Go to platform six, let the train arrive, and continue to write these notes at a table in the carriage. The train proceeds on it's jorney through the ordered and well polished landscape., a german landscape, well maintained.
And before the train reaches Moosburg, pack the book and the pen away. The weather is worsening, the tky darkening.

eating fallen crumbs

Later, see that the ducks have populated the space before the bakery, eating fallen crumbs. They have to share them with some pigeons. The ducks have walked up from the river. At the bus stop, there are Dolores and the bog cotton man. Wish them good morning, and after the bus journey, wish the smoker a good morning too. In the railway cafe the girl on service, Andrea, has taken to not wearing her glasses, she does not really recognise anybody. But she can hear perfectly well, and she does not appear to need to see the coffee machine to be able operate it. Take a seat in the waiting room, write these notes..

All more or less according to timetable

getting some bakery items at forma's cafe in the railway station. She is tall, and she does not when the way that things are usually done at the yorma's cafi. so she asks, and fumbles in the self service counter with tongs, to grab a croissant and then, as an afterthought a pretzel. She pays, and leaves the cafes, am unsure smile on her face..

It is five to six in the morning the sky is lightening outside the tall windows of the station. There are more people outside in the big hall, looking at the iaibvay timetable. The little Rosenheim train from Hwhldhtwik be in shortly, with its roaring diesel engine and it's squealing brakes.

Pwh up the paper cup of coffee with its paste lid and go on to platform number six. It is just past six, and the second half of the Munich train is already in the station, moving slowly forward to couple with the half alrag iihe station, far away at the other evdot the long platform. It stops, to let 'hapkon, and off, The doors open, let the disenlowh ees off, and then get on board and find

a free seat, one of four grouped around a table.

The Train doors close, and it starts to move forward again, untill it bumps into the forward carriage, the waiting me, and couples with it.

some minutes later, the Rosenheim train is to be seen moving out, over on the first platform by the station building and, a few minutes later, this train follows.