hundredth

A shower at eight in the morning, very pleasant, this was after breakfast, this somehow kept body and soul together, 

It was a mistake to take those pills that the doctor ordered, for sleep came to the standing person here and made him lie down.

It was midday and got up and put on outdoor clothes and angrily went out for a short walk. Anger because so much of the day was wasted. See that all of the cars parked in the street outside have been decorated with parking tickets. All for people who need to park as close to the market in the town centre and are too lazy to walk, and too careless to read the signposts. Maybe they have a car full of distracting spouse and children.

Walk around opposite to the police station, check the residents parking there. Two free places are currently available there. Decide that it would be sensible to move the car away from where it currently is, so walk around the corner to the green where the Christmas market used to be. There is the car. Get in and unpack it. It has been almost locked in by another car. As soon as the car starts to move another car is waiting to take the space. Take time moving out, being flustered by somebody else's assumed desires would be inappropriate here, especially if damage was caused to a third party's property.

Drive the car around the block and find the first free space in the resident's parking.

Walk through town, and then up along the river. Turn left under the arch by the theatre, and go up through the pedestrian zone. A police car with flashing lights speeds by, forcing pedestrians to the side. Then a mock train passes, going at walking pace, a dressed -up tractor with two carriages in tow and Santa Claus at the wheel, all in his best coca cola red. Hopefully this stupid, tasteless costume will die soon. But bad taste has a way of lingering on, much like that aforementioned beverage.

Go home, and listen to an Australian radio station playing Oscar Petersen to commemorate his hundredth birthday.