It is easy to miss the announcement in the local paper. But by paying attention – reading each weekly paper, one finds the list of the what the Carillons in the towers of the City will play. The summer schedule: In the Fortified Tower [Drommedaris]: On the hour: Green grow the rashes – Robert Burns. …
Author Archives: The Chronicler
You tell me.
There is a juxtaposition here; perhaps the strict utility of the buildings; no fuss, no muss, no bother. One is the Central Station in Amsterdam. The other a Protestant church in a large City.
Take his leave
This gives new meaning to “going on vacation”. What do you need? Transport, a place to sleep, clothes, bike, food, ah just take everything including the kitchen sink! My neighbor leaving to go on his holiday – note the bike on the ‘deck’.
Tourist Guide
When biking, as when driving, it is a good time to organize thoughts, organize the lists and generally take care of business while paying attention to the traffic. It had been a busy afternoon, and I decided to miss the masses by taking a side street home. Passing a group of three, one of them …
Faux pas
The “why” I was visiting the Dr.’s office is unimportant. What is important is that I forgot to greet all five persons seated in the waiting room. Upon entering such a space, it is expected that one say a greeting reflecting the time of day: ‘Good morning, good afternoon’. As my thoughts were completely swept …
House Spider
They picked the spot to hang..out. It is a complete mystery as to what it eats. There is no web to see. They have been here about 8 weeks now. I have hung a tiny sign nearby to hopefully insure no one sweeps them away. What can I say.
Windmill stems
Rather a far-cry from the whirly-gigs of sandbox days.
Escargot under the Door
The past few days, on the inside mat at the front door, I see the slim trails of a snail. When a friend came visiting I asked where they thought the snail was gaining entry. They believed through the gap at the back of the adjacent meter closet in this small hallway. I plugged the …
Eritrea
It was a multi-layered contact. The short, somewhat plump middle-aged woman, with brown skin and dark hair covered by a scarf, began her contact by asking in very limited Dutch, which way the train would be heading when it arrived in the station. I pointed toward the North. With much hand-gesturing, she explained that she …
A thorny solution
Waiting 1.5 meters behind the person at the flower counter to finish their purchase, all at once, in an unexpected movement, I watched the clerk swing the bouquet of roses off the wrapping paper on the counter top and stick it under the counter; momentarily out-of-sight. At the same instant, the sound of a whirring …