We left the Olympic Games behind us and today I focus on me, myself and I, because March 8 is International Women’s Day. Continue reading
As these Winter Olympics in Sochi have proven, the Dutch are indeed best in two things they have done for centuries. That is speed skating and whining. Continue reading →
Knitting has always been a part of the lives of women in my mother’s family. When I was six years old, I was taught knitting by her mother and I remember well how it felt. It was the same as learning how to read and write for the first time, like I was a new member of a secret society. It felt like entering a whole new world. Continue reading →
Recently I read in the newspaper that inhabitants of elderly homes are complaining that nurses and other caretakers are talking in a childish way to them. As if they don’t understand, have hearing impairments or have gone childish again.
I expect that within ten years time there will be care droids in homes and hospitals and annoyances like these will be solved. Continue reading →
Perhaps you know that itchy feeling of hearing a well known pop song performed in a completely different genre and changed into an instrumental version. Sometimes it can be heard as the background music of restaurants.
Personally, I might even start humming, in order to hopefully recognize it and rename it to the original artist. It only lasts a few minutes while trying to figure out what it is. Then another song starts and the whole thing starts all over again. This can be so annoying, it gives me an itchy feeling. And if am unlucky it might bug me the rest of the day. Continue reading →
So far I seem to cope, I am not doing a bad job. Being chronically ill can be hard, and trying to accept it as normal even harder. For the New Year it is my resolution to be even more phlegmatic, because there are still ridiculous things that sometimes bug me, while I don’t want to be bugged.
A month ago we bought two new ceramic pans. That is what I want my back to be made off, so silly or even resentful stuff will float down my back like a fried egg that comes from the pan onto the plate! Ha! What about that? I want to be phlegmatic with a capital F, as in my name. Continue reading →
In the end there was nothing else I could do. I just had to give up my struggle – my attempt to let the brain rule, or give in to my urge – my desire to follow my heart.
This may sound like a romantic fairy tale, but in all earnest and honesty it is rather a different, but essential case. The decision was to put a boring book aside after several attempts to get through another chapter. And to go with the flow of the first two chapters of another book that was both impressive and lighthearted from the start. I was seduced by Pride and Prejudice. Continue reading →
Sometimes things don’t go according to plan. ‘Tell me about it,’ your reaction might be. Life is all about the stuff that hits the fan, when you least expect it.
After years of being ill, I am aware of what might goes around and sometimes comes around. Or not, when I am counting on it. Continue reading →
‘Say that again,’ is my partner’s remark when, during dinner, I ask him whether he also thinks that there should be more penises on the television. I don’t say it again, because as expected: he heard me perfectly clear. Continue reading →
Sent by: Jonatan;
Location: Central Park in New York, USA;
Date: October 29, 2013.