The best thing about Europe

OK, besides the butter–is the gardens. Today I took this picture in the Prinsentuin, a walled garden so beautiful I was sure it was private property. On a gray day like today, when not even the thought of apples (the weirdest and most persistent of the food cravings to date) could make me want to go to the market, I found a little bit of light and color in the garden.

Proper cycling attire and maintenance

Cycling to work here isn’t quite the ordeal that cycling to work appears to be at home. I’m certainly no expert on the matter, being afraid to cycle where there is any kind of foot, auto, or other cycling traffic, but when I offered the netbook to Nathan, he demurred to guest-post. Continue reading

You know you’ve been a slacker

when your husband comes home and yells at you for not blogging for, like, three weeks. Once a week or so Nate will point out the fact that I wanted to come to Holland, to write, and I’ve managed, like I always do, to take up every other job and hobby other than the one I’m meant to.

The real truth is that I haven’t done much over the past couple of months that’s worth writing about. Some of you know that I have a great excuse, really. I just didn’t really feel motivated to write a blog post during the weeks when the most exciting thing that happened was that Nate went out to eat at a “Chinese” restaurant (without me) and he brought me home two Dutch fortune cookies. Yup, the fortunes were in Dutch. When your life is this boring, Dutch fortune cookies are pretty exciting.

Never mind that the English translation is on the flip side of the little slip, a fact that took us two days to discover. One of them said something about great determination helping us overcome obstacles and leading to success or some kind of generic fortune cookie crap. They never get right at the point.

I suppose, though, that I’m happy to have enjoyed a couple quiet months of boring. I expect things will pick up quite a bit for Nate & me over the next six months, especially around April 11. And that I’ll start getting out of the house more now that I’m twelve weeks pregnant and have regained most of my energy.

See, I told you I had a great excuse.

A (very small) finish

Today I cleaned the shower. This is a big deal, because in what seems to me the dampest country in the world, mold grows way faster than I can keep up with. It’s mean mold too: bleach only angers it; it scoffs at the abrasive efforts of Vim. Continue reading

WTF Friday 9/3

This isn’t so weird. But you’d never see it at home.

The translation is, approximately, “Watch out! Borrowing money costs money.” Continue reading

Holland’s got…talent?

Before I burn on this guy too bad, yes I admit, on vacation I saw some dubious “talents” on display on the fine summer TV hit “America’s Got Talent”.

But this is the A-plus-number-one-dest weird thing I’ve ever seen on the television. And I watch a LOT of television.

Probably you don’t need to watch all two minutes and twenty-six seconds to get the drift here; Harrie’s hond and eenden are talented, but repetitive. But do treat yourself to some sound. The epic music is perhaps the best part.

WTF Friday 8/27

The things, they are changing, faster than I can keep up with. This week the weather took a distinct turn for the autumnal: highs in the low 60’s, wind, and rain rain rain. As further proof, I bought the season’s first brussels sprouts at the market this afternoon, always my first personal fall milestone. With fall comes our home stretch. We’ve been here a little over six months, and if all goes well, we’ll be here a little less than six more months. Nate’s starting to troll for employment in earnest, and we’re having a lot of conversations about the relative merits of (for example only, don’t no one get excited) Ann Arbor, MI and Ipswich, MA. I’m starting to make tentative career-pathing decisions of my own, and by the spring/summer, lots will change for me.

There’s still no accounting for sudden changes in taste. The photo above is Nathan’s favored dessert of late. I don’t like dessert so he indulges on his own–and he’s developed quite a fondness for Dutch drop, or (of course with the diminutive) dropjes. Continue reading