Euphoria

Every now and then I surprise myself by writing something that is so brilliant it almost takes my breath away. The work related letter I had to work on over the weekend was exactly as it should be. Sharp, to the point and not leaving anything to the imagination. It thrills me to bits when things come together. All the right statements made, every i dotted. Leaving no room for improvement.
The adrenaline it releases makes me feel on top of the world. I would love to be able to write like this all the time. Getting addicted to the euphoria of the moment.

Distraction

It’s so easy to distract me its almost embarrassing. What bothers me the most is that in the end I can’t even remember how I got where I end up in the first place. Take this morning for example, surfing along my own merry way and suddenly this sign pops up: Show us your appreciation and vote for us. Being the way that I am of course I click on the sign and I get to vote …not just for this site, euhu…there are plenty more. Some categories mean diddly squat to me so…I need to explore a little further. Take for instance , game sites, being a Zylom player myself, I never even heard of “You don’t know Jack” well..as a mater of fact it seems I don’t . I (again) can’t resist the challenge and end up playing, scoring $ 4.020, big bucks in my book, but apparently loser fee in theirs. I might as well get my score up there in highlights, so I register. You still with me? You are the only ones, because by now I have totally forgotten what I was looking for before I got here and I end up writing this blog

By the way, I skipped voting for mobile and productivity, they really left me flabbergasted

Self reflections II

Last nights thunderstorm had not cleared the air at all. She had not been able to fall asleep, humidity wrapped around her like a blanket. She had tried to clear her head of all the things she needed to do, but somehow thoughts kept returning as if on a merry go round.The loud voice of the women down the road didn’t help much either. She knew that she came from a large family so maybe she had to be loud to be heard. When she finally managed to fall asleep dreams played havoc on her mind. She had woken up once or twice, not able to make sense of all she had seen and heard. Images too blurry, voices to far away. She heard him call out again. Sometimes she thought he only called out to make sure she was still around, not needing anything, just reassurance. As if she would be able to disappear. Slowly she made her way down. Stopping by the hallway window looking out over the front yard she noticed the blackbird sitting at the windowsill. One curious beady eye watching her. “Good morning my friend” she said “will I get another serenade today?” The bird didn’t move. She slightly moved the picture hanging on the wall and smiled at the instant memory that shot through her mind.

Part one here

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The living years ~Mike and the mechanics

I stumbled onto this video today and I thought you might like to hear it . I have no idea how old this song is, but it keeps hitting this little button deep down in my stomach that hasn't completely dealt with losing some of the most beautiful people I have ever known.
Listen and learn

Familiar places

Time does have a tendency to fly when you’re having fun. A room with a view, the all familiar seaside resort, the little white church, the lighthouse and all the people I care most about around me. Walking up and down the beach, getting used to the cold water. Loving the feel of the sand between my toes. Watching children building castles with deep moats at the flood line, naked babies with buckets trying to catch the outgoing tide. Shells just waiting to be picked up.
Great company, wonderful music and good food and wine. Singing Happy Birthday at twelve which is also the end of the party. In this part of the country Sunday rest is still respected. The long line of happy people walking along to boulevard on their way back to the hotel. Youngsters up front, eager to find a spot still open for them to enjoy just one more drink. We, the older ones, sauntering, enjoying the cool breeze, deeply inhaling salty air.
I will have to hold on to these memories for a while, the next time we are going to meet is at the end of summer. I don’t have a box big enough to lock them all away.

Magical moments

This girl with long braids is my oldest sister. The picture was taken in Katwijk, a seaside resort where we used to spend our summers when we were kids. It holds treasured memories and probably is the reason why I love the sea so very much. The first time in years that we all went back as a family was to celebrate our mothers 80th birthday. It was also the last time we were complete. Since then our brother in law and our mother passed away, our brother is married to wife number three and our oldest niece has had a baby. Today we come together again, to celebrate my oldest sisters 60th birthday. She has rented the same beach club she and her husband used to celebrate their 25th wedding anniversary. We will all stay at the same hotel. This weekend will be about family and sharing magical moments once again.

A room with a view

I promised Jenn a look in my kitchen. The biggest difference between hers and mine is that I can’t cook. Now there’s a meme you can chew on for a while. My mother never took the time to teach us how to, because she just didn’t care for cooking at all. Although she could whip up a wonderful meal if she set her mind to it.
From the windows I have a wonderful view of the street we live in. This picture was taken a few winters ago. I can never get enough of views like this. It makes me feel very peaceful.
There used to be a wall between the kitchen and the living room, but we tore it out when we bought the house. I wanted to be able to watch our children while cooking or washing dishes (nope, no dishwasher).
This post actually gave me a new idea. I will, over a period of time, post pictures of more rooms in my house, so you get to see how the Dutch live. Mind you, I might skip the bedroom, there are limits to my exhibitionism.