My house owner planted a huge grass plant in a too small place. The house owner of the door on the right is not pleased with the sharp fronds of this plant crossing his threshold and blocking his entrance. Enter renter with shears. I have seen passersby with camera taking a picture. With a bit …
Monthly Archives: September 2019
Travels #3
This was the wood pattern on the back of the door in an Airbnb where I stayed. What I saw? What do you see?
Travels #2
Saw this on the side of a Wrangler. Loved it!
Travel Tales
This summer, while on the East Coast, I had occasion to travel to the Mid West by air. Part of that story is, though booked on one air carrier, there was such chaos and cancellations, within 42 hours I went, stayed, and came back on three different airlines. But I digress. This story took place …
Can Not Imagine
This row of trophies covers a complete shelf space in the second hand store. Why are they discarded? Did someone die? Did a parent clean house? Did someone quit? Try as I might, could not come up with a satisfactory story that wasn’t a melancholy tale.
This is the House…
Sometimes if it rains a lot in Holland, things wash away. That is what happened to the accompanying photo to the post yesterday. Gone from the post.
Monument Day
This majestic house was built by a founder of the VOC [the famous Dutch trading association] in the 1740’s, in style of French architecture. For 100 years it was the family home. When there were no more heirs [6 daughters had no children] in the late 1800’s it was turned into a residence for well-to-do-widows. …
Telling the Truth is not Always Wise
There is a short list of behaviors I find difficult with which to deal. Sometimes the behavior comes unexpectedly to the fore and I am unprepared. Such was yesterday. In July, signed up for a work-shop on language, in Amsterdam. There was unusually little information about this event but it was clear to be a …
Like Harlem
When I think of Harlem in New York, the pictures of neighbors sitting on their stoops is what comes to mind. This happens in my neighborhood. Because the houses are on a small brick road that abuts the water of a small harbor, every house has chairs or benches in front. [you might remember last …
The Actual First Hours of Returning…
Or Truth Be Told. Morning arrival: 4:58 am. Sunday, NO trains run at 5:30 on a Sunday.Take a taxi to here? ‘m too ‘Dutch’ for that, [translation = frugal]I didn’t have luggage, only a small carryon as I use ‘send my bag’ service. There are some things they won’t allow you to ship, so those …