Lucy gets a plate of vittles twice a day, once in the morning and once in the evening.
The trains–city, local, regional and freight–whiz past, of course, all day , but mornings and evenings are especially busy.
When Lucy’s mother is out of town, I take the perfect opportunity of feeding the cat, to sit on the balcony, drink a coffee and watch what rolls past, maybe listen to the church bells ring.
Occasionally loading a machine or folding my laundry.
Yes, train watching is another of my talents. Of the many.
Lucy’s mother being out of town so often makes for a sad pussy, so me and her worked out a deal where I come by and make her happy, and convenient for me, I can get some quality train-watching time in. The deal works out well for all of us.
I’ve now had to rewrite this post three times…and each time it gets a bit less fun. If I would just learn to write in word, and then post, but I never do.
Anyway, this is a day late and short and quick, because I can’t seem to get a post to save without it disappearing.