C'est Le Weekend: Boy in Love

Son#1 is very much in love.
Yesterday when he was supposed to study for geography, he told me about Jette.
Jette is Bob's girlfriend, but Son#1 told me he was a 'little bit' in love with Jette.
The beauty of youth and astonishment.

Many people don't have the ability to love another.
I'm glad to see evidence of this in my oldest child.
Bless.

We have a long weekend ahead.
Rugby practice tonight
Friends are coming over with Thai take-aways tomorrow evening.
A lunch appointment with colleagues on Sunday afternoon.
And then, Sons#1 and 2 have a day off on Monday.
I'll have to go for my blood tests with them in tow.

We still have no answers for my health issues.
I have no infection in my blood.
The stress of not knowing is tough.

It snowed during the night again.
The boys cycled to school regardless.
True Dutch Kids.


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Wherever you go, there you are

Gratitude ain't part of my vocabulary today.

Perhaps tomorrow.

Mostly, I feel trapped:

In a non-workable body, job and country.

Methinks we need to escape soon, lest we go blooming mad (or die, unfulfilled - a worse horror is unimaginable).

There has to be more to life, but to get to that calm interlude where everything is lucid and logical, is a tall order today.

Tomorrow, everything will seem to be better.

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Bah humbug

The talk with my boss went well-ish.
I went to bed early, entirely depressed from all the pain.

This morning, Sons#2 and #3 set off early, in the dark, to the eye doctor. My poor blind bat, Son#2. He needs to continue with the dreaded & despised eye patches for a while yet.

Meanwhile, domestic issues are calling me.
Perhaps it will even loosen up my back.
One can hope.


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Karma

A meeting with my boss.
I have a bad feeling about it.

I'm not planning on getting angry (although that would be perfectly justifiable).
Cool as a cucumber, that's what I'll be.
But to say that I'm not in the mood for this type of meeting, is the understatement of the year.
Sigh.

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Latest

A new week begins on a good note: no tumours in my system, no rogue glands.
The blood test results follow on Thursday.
We'll just have to wait and see.

Otherwise, I'm busy enough.
Monday, physiotherapy, Tuesday, a meeting with my boss.
On Wednesday, Son#2 is seeing the ophthalmologist and on Thursday I'm rockin' and rollin' to the internist.

Meanwhile, I'm ordering myself some oil paints with a gift voucher I got.
Not sure if my arms will cooperate and actually let me paint, but it seems a bit 'have suitcase, will travel'-ish to me.
Right?


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C'est Le Weekend: Testing, testing

Today, an afternoon of hospital tests.

I've been sleeping remarkably well, despite foregoing my daily melatonin-dose, and even despite the considerable pain that I've been experiencing.

Things can always be worse, and strangely, that's a comforting thought.

 

 

The boys are doing well-ish, except for Son#2 who got bitten and scratched by a crazy kid at school.

I complained to teacher, and I hope the problem has now been resolved.

Son#1 comes home from school with tests to study for and piles of homework, all due on the same day. 

Son#3's daycare teacher dropped off his favourite stuffed toy at 8 p.m. last night.

There are good people in this world.

 

My days are spent resting and cleaning up after the kids and adults.

I read, study minute amounts and cook dinners.

I like this restful period.

 

Next week an appointment with my boss awaits, which I'm not looking forward to, but I'll have to hold onto this calm of the moment, lest I fall into a deep, deep hole.

Nothing lasts forever.

Except grief, because the gods know that I miss my dad.

Everyday.

 

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State of the World

 

I wanted to pick up where I left off.

I'm back after last week and the murders in Paris.

Keep calm and carry on.

Where was I?

But there is a Muslim in my office!

DON'T SHOOT! I have a wife!

DON'T SHOOT!  We had an appointment for Wednesday at 12 o' clock!

 

He had been waiting since Wednesday.

Our mosques were threatened!  There was even a call to arms on Facebook by the PVV [ultra right-wingers] to burn the mosques!

Oh, now I know what it was all about.

You were scared.

 

How things can change in a few days' time!

Now I'm also scared!

Now everyone is scared!

HELP!

 

(Trouw, Tuesday 13 January 2015)

 

I don't understand how 'freedom of speech' equates 'freedom to insult', and why that is integral to democracy.

I'm not approving Islamic extremist action at all, but I can't approve of insulting an integral part of a large group's beliefs and very existence either. 

 

Not that my opinion matters.

I'm a nobody in the grand scheme of things.

 

But whether you fight with insults or swords, you're still fighting.

And as a group, what is the added benefit of that?

 

 

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Words to live by

The Great Now, infused in life.


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Aiuto mio

One of those days.
I'm tired of placating and soothing when I badly need some loving-kindness myself.

Luckily, there is plenty of loving from Sons 1 to 3, and I am regularly told that I am loved.
Love is all that matters, after all.


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Weekend Pursuits

We went to a brand, spanking new military museum in Soest.

Great stuff!

The boys had a roaringly good time, and truthfully, so did I.

Worth it, I promise.

Son#2 and I are going on a date today.

Just the two of us.

Lovely!

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