Monday, Tuesday, wednesday
It is wednesday 27 June 2018
late today, it will be a late day. There
is to be work in the evening, so stay in
bed longer in the morning.
The cat is up, confused. But it adapts, food is in order, regardless of the timing.
The son is up, surprised to see his father in the morning during the week. Take a shower, brush the teeth. Leave the bathroom, the son is waiting.
He will have to go to school soon. He is listening to music on an old dictaphone that he found somewhere, the quality is horrible, but he seems to enjoy the novelty. Go to the coffee machine, put some ground coffee into the small sieve and make a cup of coffee. It is good to relax at home at a quarter to seven.
Walk down to the bus stop. There is a crowd of children there, children, and teenagers on their way to school.
A bus arrives. board it with the children, and then realise that it is not the bus going to the railway station at the turn from the usual route. Press the bell, and wait for the bus to halt at the next stop. Walk back, and follow the usual route to the station, getting on board a bus headed that way. Just by chance.
At the station, the station crowded with school children at this late hour, go straight through the platform-ignore the cafe today watch the men at work at the platforms, on the neighbouring platform.
They are moving a large, unwieldy steel girder with the help of a small digger. Marvel at the frailty of these large men beside the massive weight and sluggish momentum of the obviously enormously awkward girder.
Watch them struggle, they must he used to this. The digger allowss the girder to knock against some other massive steel supports, bracing the shoring of the deep stairwell. One after the other the steel supports start to vibrate as the huge girder hits them one after another. There is no sound of the vibrations, the mass is too great.
Board the arived train, take
the remaining journey to work. In a sun-illuminated train full at young people on their way to training, or to schooling.
Before the train reaches Freising, notice that the clouds have gathered and that the weather is changing.
A warmer attire would have been in order today.
The cat is up, confused. But it adapts, food is in order, regardless of the timing.
The son is up, surprised to see his father in the morning during the week. Take a shower, brush the teeth. Leave the bathroom, the son is waiting.
He will have to go to school soon. He is listening to music on an old dictaphone that he found somewhere, the quality is horrible, but he seems to enjoy the novelty. Go to the coffee machine, put some ground coffee into the small sieve and make a cup of coffee. It is good to relax at home at a quarter to seven.
Walk down to the bus stop. There is a crowd of children there, children, and teenagers on their way to school.
A bus arrives. board it with the children, and then realise that it is not the bus going to the railway station at the turn from the usual route. Press the bell, and wait for the bus to halt at the next stop. Walk back, and follow the usual route to the station, getting on board a bus headed that way. Just by chance.
At the station, the station crowded with school children at this late hour, go straight through the platform-ignore the cafe today watch the men at work at the platforms, on the neighbouring platform.
They are moving a large, unwieldy steel girder with the help of a small digger. Marvel at the frailty of these large men beside the massive weight and sluggish momentum of the obviously enormously awkward girder.
Watch them struggle, they must he used to this. The digger allowss the girder to knock against some other massive steel supports, bracing the shoring of the deep stairwell. One after the other the steel supports start to vibrate as the huge girder hits them one after another. There is no sound of the vibrations, the mass is too great.
Board the arived train, take
the remaining journey to work. In a sun-illuminated train full at young people on their way to training, or to schooling.
Before the train reaches Freising, notice that the clouds have gathered and that the weather is changing.
A warmer attire would have been in order today.
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