Being at Home

It is Sunday. I made a morning walk along the perimeter of the West Flood Canal. The track seemed clean. I left the house at 05:30 and the reached the house again at 06:15. On Jalan Basudewo some roller skating runners passed by. They were in several groups accompanied by their escorts motorcycling.

The day seemed promising so I washed my clothes. It was true, the sun was almost fully shinny. At 11:00 almost all of my clothes were dried. I then continued with ironing. It was exhausting day but I was happy.

In the evening Mrs. Djoni came by to pass cuime for Anindya and Dastan. It was not as usual, Dastan was not eager to be with her. He scared for being held in a barbershop to trim his hair.