Grass track — middle not edge

I am writing this because the hall keeps a shorter version of grass track — middle not edge than the one I lived through. If you only heard it at the table after bread, you might think nothing happened. Something did.

I counted because Lena counts. I tied back because Joost ties. I turned the bulb off because Anouk should not have to say it a fifth time in one month.

I will not reply to every thank-you. I will notice if the kettle is on the cellar stair again.

Writing so Saturday does not become detective work.

Train was late. Bus was not. I still made Friday. Thin and true beats a calendar of maybes.

No drama intended.

I tied it back. Same cleat I found.

I am not asking for a bed in this reply. I am asking the board to stay boring in the useful way.

See you Thursday if the weather agrees.

Same rule as last month. Still the rule.

I am not asking for a bed in this reply. I am asking the board to stay boring in the useful way.

That is all I have.

I tied it back. Same cleat I found.

My boots are on the step. Green pair. If they are in your way, move them one metre, not into the long room.

No drama intended.

I tied it back. Same cleat I found.

I was not there for the whole evening, but I was there for the part where someone moved the map and Elise made the face she makes when the map is not folded. That is enough context for me.

That is all I have.

Same rule as last month. Still the rule.

My boots are on the step. Green pair. If they are in your way, move them one metre, not into the long room.

See you Thursday if the weather agrees.

Writing so Saturday does not become detective work.

I was not there for the whole evening, but I was there for the part where someone moved the map and Elise made the face she makes when the map is not folded. That is enough context for me.

No drama intended.