Soup Sunday — is not a meeting

I am not Marek and I am not Lena. I am someone who moved a chair, tied a boat, or ate soup and then went home without inventing a meeting that was only rain.

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.

If this helped, you do not need to thank me. Put the thing back where the next person expects it.

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.

Writing so Saturday does not become detective work.

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.