Sometimes things just sortof *niggle* in my mind. I know that this is very silly of me and more than pointless. But it is there.So, I signed up for this very *green* energy – for my electricity-here, costing a tad more, and mostly supplied by wind.
A comment was made- from someone, somewhere- that this was not really a practical solution to energy…issues…problems.
And my response was, well, you know, it is really rather windy in The Netherlands. Maybe because we are such a flat country, hit by the winds of the North Sea and all.
Be-bopping in and out of the Land of Nod last night, a number of things floated to the surface of my mind.
For one, I do not live in *Holland*.
I live in The Netherlands. A reasonable translation would be * The Low Lands*. If one insists that I live in *Holland*, it is kindof sortof like calling all of the U.S. * New York*.
I am not going to make a fuss about this, but it is a misnomer. Up there with calling the Pennsylvania Dutch Dutch, when they are German.
*Holland* sortof descibes two provinces in The Netherlands. I live in North Brabant.
Where was I ?
Oh yes. Me signing up for *green* energy ( for my electricity) supplied by wind.
So, I could not sleep last night.
And up popped this thought in my mind :
When folks think of Holland, what do they think of ?
Rhetorical question, I know,
4 things : cheese, wooden shoes, tulips and WINDmills.
I would like to say that I then fell into a peaceful and gentle sleep,
Of en to.
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