Category Archives: Me talking
Short stories
Wink, Leap and Giggle
The first thing I do in the morning is put on my sunglasses. Only then do I open the curtains and window to smell the morning air. As the day before, Boris, the cat from next door, sits on the … Continue reading →
Tour de Fleece Frivolities
Last year, two days before the cyclists of the Tour de France finished their 23-day-long journey on the Champs-Élysées, I started spinning for the first time in my life. As predicted by some, I was immediately hooked. By now – … Continue reading →
A Glorious Moment For The Dutch Government To Step Up The Plate
In 2005, the same year I got ill with an unknown viral infection from which I failed to recover, a council of The Ministry of Health in The Netherlands claimed biomedical research into myalgic encephalomyelitis (ME) was needed. The Minister … Continue reading →
Valentine’s Day Last Year
Do you also think Valentine’s Day is an overrated festivity? Oooobviously, the first thing on people’s mind – since they don’t stand a chance ignoring this phenomenon – Valentine being everywhere right when the cheerfulness of the New Year starts … Continue reading →
A Ghostly Visitor – Buddy, The Sequel
A quick online search showed that the caterpillar Buddy might be a ghost moth. Apparently, it can take up to two years before such a moth changes into a chrysalis. Nope, no typo, no brain fog, no kidding… it could … Continue reading →
Meet Buddy, My B and B Guest
The relief when the first butterfly was born was tremendous. Don’t get me wrong: there was joy and lots of it, but relief as well… that those previous few weeks I wasn’t growing maggots as a friend had suggested.
Unfamiliar Body Parts
Winter hasn’t even begun yet, but at the moment I am trying very hard to recover from my third flu this year. Yes, since 2018 has started I had the flu three times already! That is more than my partner … Continue reading →
The Hand That Rocks The Cradle – Raising Butterflies
Saturday morning. I am emailing a friend, telling her that we already raised two butterflies and there are five caterpillars and eleven chrysalises left. For over ten years I used to babysit her children. But despite caterpillars looking small and … Continue reading →
Meet Bob, My BFM
I am not sure it is being housebound or my brain fog, but when the days all look the same I often cannot remember what day it is or when something happened. And then there are incidents that I cannot … Continue reading →
The Obsessive Dyer
It has been slightly more than two months since natural dyeing in general and solar dyeing in particular piqued my interest, but already I am turning into a maniac.