higher heeled

 This morning everything is flooded with light. It seems to come in through every crack and to approach from every side. It is strange and it is pleasant too. The day has started off warm.

Get up and dress, make the bed, take the pills. That isa start to the day eight hours after yesterday ended in the early morning.

The light comes in from both sides. Get water to water the upstairs plants, and water the downstairs plants from the big black container in the yard. There are trees downstairs, in the narrow courtyard. They are straining towards the light above the high surrounding walls. Give them the water that did not come naturally for the last few days. Switch on the water pump to refill the container from the well.

Later, attach the smoke alarm that the son had acquired to the ceiling in the kitchen. Drill two holes and mount the small white device after connecting the battery. It emits a tiny red flash of light every once in a while to demonstrate its functionality.

It is peaceful downstairs in the deserted shop.

Now there is the sound of the angry footsteps of the wife, stamping down the stairs ands long the corridor. There is the sound of a plug being demonstratively pulled from the electrical socket on the wall and then dropped to the floor.

The sound of the water splashing into the black container had disturbed her sleep.

It was  eleven in the morning when that happened and it is eleven seventeen now. Upstairs there is the sound of the demonstrative tramping of somebody used to wearing higher heeled shoes.