After waiting all afternoon, the kitchen was delivered 5 minutes after I left to take The Boy to the dentist. The Girl let them in.
So all of the pieces are here, and tomorrow they put them together. The Boy states that it is very much like a box of legos.
photo: january 23.2002
Now that the hoopla over the introduction of the euro is fading ( the stuff, by the way, is not becoming more familiar with use. It remains a mystery at the cash register), the media is turning it’s attention to the upcoming wedding of Willem Alexander and Maxima.
Here is the official site, Foolish Remarks by the Crown Prince, a comparison ( in the German papers) between Maxima and Mette-Marit , want to take a Maxima Quiz ?, need a Maxima-Alexander souvenir, sure to appreciate in value ?
My favorite ( so far) is a site which invites you to sing along with Maxima, which really is funny, in a vicious sort of way. It reminds me of The Girl’s comment about Maxima. I thought The Girl would really be just drooling over a royal wedding and princesses ( since she seems to believe she is one herself) and all the to-do. Her only comment, after watching the latest royal interview was that Maxima’s dutch was worse then mine.
For more Maxima links, go here.
photo: january 20.2002
I actually found this Doors site looking around for links for that fool site I have to make for school. I really like his Paris Guide for Jim Morrison Fans, although a little voice inside of me is saying ‘ This is a bit sicko’.
In keeping with the ‘sixties theme, yesterday I ordered 3 tickets to go see Bob Dylan at the Ahoy ! in May. We are taking The Boy.
The Boy likes ‘Rock and Roll’ , as he calls it, quite a bit. His favorite song is ‘Johnny be Good’. We also took him to see The Eagles when they played in Lucca . Hmmm… now a small voice inside of me is wondering if this isn’t a bit bizarre, taking a 6 year old to see all of these ‘ Living Legends ‘. ( Did I mention that The Father took him to
Tupelo as well ?)
Hmmmm.
When The Boy and Tom came home from their first football game, I asked them how it went .
‘Oh, it was great’, they said.
‘Who won ?’ I asked.
‘The score was 7-7′, The Father answered.
‘What position did you two end up playing ?’ I asked.
‘They took turns being the goalie.’, The Father said.
‘Really ?!’ I said, surprised.
‘ How were they ? ‘ I asked.
( The Father gave me a ‘Duh’ look and walked away.
( a reminder : the score was 7-7 )
photo: january 13.2002
photo :Henk-Jan Raaijmakers
Given a choice, I wouldn’t be outside at 8.15 in the morning admiring nature. I would, like any other creature with half of a brain, be sleeping, but who has a choice these days ? Today was the sort of weather I like best- a grey day, with a layer of mist hanging just above the ground. Our town looks so peaceful in this sort of weather- one can easily imagine that time has regressed upon itself and that you are walking in a medieval landscape.
Three herons were flying overhead, and for the first time I heard what one sounded like : a rather gruff duck. I was expecting something a bit more raucous from something so wickedly pterodactylous. The scene truly inspired a generosity of spirit within the gargoyle’s mother’s bosom : even Y., up on the dike, walking his dog seemed to have a rather byronesque air about him.
I think that is enough mawkishness for one day. The road I take to the next town is at the left of the picture, at almost 9 o’clock.
I can’t remember when I last sat around, waiting for the phone to ring. It would be simple to say ‘when I was a teenager’, but I was a major social cripple ( at the time, I simply saw myself as a rebel), so I appeared in not one little black book.
So. Here I sit, waiting for the phone to ring. Today is The Baby’s first day at nursery school. I wheeled her over to the next town and managed to find the place without any problems. We hung up the coat, played with the teletubbies puzzle, said hello to Ms N. After about a half an hour, all of the kids had settled down ( in other words, no one was crying anymore) and The Baby was roaming about, so I broke the news to her : I’m leaving. N.came and swooped her up, saying it’s time to wave bye-bye and The Baby burst into her best ripped-from-my-mother’s-bosom gargoyle face of terror. “Mamamama !!!”. With a cheery “See you later !”, I left.
N.said that she would call me when The Baby settled down.
It’s been an hour now.
