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
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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
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.
have been battened down. Or, at least, the tomato plants have been helicopter mommied into the french door alcove in the garden so they don’t get hailed to bits.
Right after the tragic World Cup loss (I don’t want to talk about it, except to say that my dad always says if you’re not getting fouls you’re not playing defense, so get off your moral high horse), we had a series of freak summer storms, lasting Sunday night through Monday late afternoon. Continue reading
Typical Dutch: the word for “package,” of the brown-paper-wrapped-up-in-string persuasion, is pakketje. The -je makes it “little package.”
Sidebar. Funny story. Continue reading
I spent this cold, rainy Saturday quilting, while Nathan watched football (the Netherlands played the world’s most boring game today) and cursed at Kindle book prices. Quilting is warm, and pleasant, because I’ve decided I prefer just to sit right under it and sew.
I finished the top in early or mid-May, but put off pinning it until Thursday, because I had convinced myself it was ugly. I found it much more attractive after not looking at it for a month. I like how the greens pop out of all the darks. So, yes, it’s pretty. It’s just…going to take awhile to hand-quilt this epic quilt. (Yes, it is the width of my living room floor, which is pretty much why I stopped adding rows, cause I’ve got a huge pile of more axe-heads.)