Soup Sunday — one guest

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.

The rule did not change because someone was tired of explaining it. It changed once, in March, and we are not resetting that world because a new bed finds the ditch inconvenient.

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

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.

Mail if it is a bed question.

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.

No drama intended.

I read this walking out to the path.

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

No drama intended.

If it is not in Sara's note, it was on the step.

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

That is all I have.