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Town Today

Posted by Mummy Dearest on Feb-24-2010

I saw Joanne and Peter today, in town.

I am such a weenie.

Joanne was born somewhere like Amsterdam, in a family of about 12 kids , hard to believe that that was north of the rivers…however…,. Her family migrated to somewhere in Australia, when she was little.

While there, I suppose, she met John, Jan, an extremely clever man, who has visions of things that no one has ever thought of before.

So I´m going to the baker and I see Joanne. I cross the street and, because she has all of those siblings and all of those nieces and nephews, I ask her, still have visitors . Small talk is not my strongest point.

We chat for a while. She and John, Jan, are going to take their boat for three months down the canals and into France. We talk about the French and she has actually been taking French lessons for the last few months. Useful stuff, like, where is the toilet. In French , of course.

She is wearing a beautiful sweater, and I ask if it is Norwegian , god knows why, I am usually not that astute so early in the morning. It is indeed Norwegian and she tells me that she has 6 of them. It is one yum yum sweater.

And then I notice her jewelry, it is turquoise, which one rarely sees in The Netherlands. Indeed, it is from Canada, sold by that old church a few towns over.

I am such a weenie. What a pretty sweater, what interesting jewelry. I once took a picture of their house, quite before it was their house.

And then I see Peter. Something is very different about him, but I can´t quite place it, something with his hair. As usual, he gives me a big smile and says hello, Mummy Dearest. And I say, my, your hair is different, it looks very good.

Why can I not just say hi, and walk along.

Why on earth do I intrude upon people´s space and say how lovely their sweaters are, how interesting their jewelry is, how fine their hair looks.

I really have to learn how to keep my mouth shut.

I am so utterly naive.

  1. Catherine Said,

    What? I am sure they were charmed!

  2. Mummy Dearest Said,

    Dear, I don’t think so. In fact, every town should have a fool…

  3. Mary Said,

    Clearly, their responses (which you haven’t shared here!?!?!?) must be prompting your feelings that you are a fool that should learn to keep her mouth shut because, from what I’ve read here, all of your gestures were very kind.

  4. Mummy Dearest Said,

    Mary, the Dutch are like New Englanders : good fences build good neighbors. But lately, all of this stuff just flubs out of my mouth.

    While it may appear to be kind, I know, somewhere, that I am overstepping boundaries.

    The responses that I get are very kindly. Chit chat, big smiles. But when I walk away, I know that I have been too personal, in that way that one just knows.

    I really have to keep my mouth shut.

    Nod more.

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