So today I thought Lilu’s fans might like an update. She took the move a lot better than we’d expected, aside from the hellish semi-drugged drive up here. People told us to keep her indoors for varying lengths of time after the move so she wouldn’t try to go back to Germany. How long we should have done that turned out to be a cow’s opinion, because the movers were in and out, and then Alke found the leak in our kitchen ceiling so then the sellers and their real estate agent and our real estate agent and the plumber and the tiler and the ceiling guy and the insurance people were in and out so the door was open for days, and she could have left anytime she wanted to. Continue reading
Monthly Archives: March 2010
Darn it. I’ve had some success with traditional Dutch recipes so far. The pea soup turned out well, and the family loved the Hachee. And back when it was winter, y’know, a few weeks ago, a man knocked on our door around 7:30 a.m. and sold me 20 pounds of apples, so I thought I’d try my hand at a traditional Dutch appeltaart (which is not quite the same thing as an apple pie, so you get the Dutch wikipedia entry for that one). Continue reading
Me: Ooo, I like those shoes.
He: They’re just plain black shoes.
Me: But they’re silver inside!
He: So? Nobody can see that part when you’re wearing them.
Me: No, but I would know.
He: (sigh) Women.
Song du jour of the day: In These Shoes, by Kirsty MacColl.
This time I mean asocial more in the English sense, not having a lot of friends. People here are polite, but reserved. This was covered in my Dutch book too, that they protect their privacy fiercely, and this means a strict separation between your work life and your home life. Upshot = your colleagues don’t want to be your friends. That essentially means that my workaholic husband won’t be making any friends, because work is pretty much all he does. This was kind of bumming him out on his birthday last week. Continue reading
This came up in my Dutch book: asociaal is one of the worst things you can call someone, here. Someone in the book said that in other languages, “asociaal” is someone who doesn’t like to go to parties, but here, it means someone who is not meeting their responsibilities. And in a country where half the land is below sea level and floods are a very real threat, that is a very bad person. Continue reading
We have a new dentist, thanks to the Sniglet’s jaw infection! Okay, boo on the jaw infection, that sucked, but we really did need to find a dentist, and now we have, so at least one good thing came of it.
It’s a chain, called Ivory & Ivory, with elephant heads (metal, or photographed, not real) on the walls, and something I have always felt would improve any dental practice immensely: TVs in the ceiling. Srsly, anything that helps me pretend I’m not at the dentist is a Good Thing. Continue reading
Even if you’re not Catholic, I do think the idea of Lent is pretty sound. We have a sort of bad-habit-creep, where we have dessert as an occasional treat, and “occasional” gradually becomes “daily,” and I find myself grabbing a bag of potato chips every other shopping trip, and making sure to keep chocolate in the house at all times. And my jeans get too tight, and I get out of breath climbing stairs, and generally feel bleah. Continue reading