Bart and I just went to buy this big sand pit for Wolf, and already
installed it too. The little guy’s sleeping now, but I bet he’ll be
overly excited when he gets to play. I know I used to adore playing in
I still have to thank zomermaantje
an awful lot for babysitting on Wednesday evening. I had a most
delightful evening, sitting outside on a little square in Antwerp with
friends from LARP, talking it over, enjoying the lovely weather (it
still being 21° at midnight (70° F)). The only downside was that the guy
I have a crush on (and have had one for over 5 years now, a recurring
crush that lasts like two weeks every time I see him, that being twice a
year) couldn’t make it due to a swollen ankle. Grrr. Still had a lovely
evening. Thank you, sweety !
On another note: the bed really is
nice. And yes, we use it for sleeping ! Bart and I have been a couple
for over 12 years now, so the passion has subsided mostly, I must admit.
Heh, we should have bought a new bed way early: my back didn’t hurt the
past two mornings. Not that it hurt that much before, but every morning
I was aware that I had a back, and that’s something you shouldn’t be
thinking about when waking.
Three weeks ago, I put my turtles outside in the little pond they live in during the summer. Hasn’t been any good weather since, but not that cold either. Hardly ever saw them though. Once I panicked, but they were both on the bottom of the pond, sleeping (due to the cold).
really worry since. I better had. Because today I saw the smallest of
them floating in the water, dead 🙁 I ran out, panicking, but he must
have been dead for a couple of days now. So I began to search for the
big one. She’s nowhere to be found: not in the water, not in the little
garden surrounding it. Yet she couldn’t have escaped, not to my
knowledge. Really worried now… Yet I’m fearing the worst: I really
don’t have a good feeling about it. I do hope she turns up though.
had these like 8 years now or so. They’re not exactly sociable, but
hey, they’re my pets. Sigh. Not gonna replace them though.
Dead tired now, still sticky and dirty and looking horrible, but…
had a great weekend ! Yes, the tribe is still alive, all 10 barbarians
survived. We had to do a lot of big shaman and spiritstuff, I nearly got
killed a couple of times, and I performed a great ritual of initiation
for two small barbarians. They found their totem, and the spirits did
Yep yep. A very good weekend has been had 🙂
A couple of days ago, I bought this second-hand
swing from a couple living a village away. It’s only two months old, but
their young son had fallen off, and didn’t dare climb up it again. It’s
wooden, with this duo swing in iron and a big slide.
went to pick it up, and… it’s BIG ! A lot bigger than the picture made
me believe. Oh, we’ll manage to set it up, np :-p But yes, we’re having
this BIG swing thingy lying in our secondary driveway now, waiting for
some extra hands to set it up. Wolf is still wayyy too small for it, but
he might enjoy the swing itself already. I know I LOVED it when I was a
small kid. I practically lived on my swing.
So tee-hee 🙂
I just had an eerie, but wonderful experience. It’s after 8 PM now, and
the light is slowly fading. As it threatened to rain half an hour ago,
there was this strange light, greyish but still warm. The temperature
was also very nice, so I decided to go for a short walk with the dog. As
I set out, my cat was watching me from the garden. After like 20
meters, he gave a loud miauw, and followed.
Thus I walked with this
large white labrador on a leash, and a black slim cat that wandered
around us: staying behind, jumping on fences, hiding behind bushes,
catching up at high speed and waiting for us a little further on, and
once in a while miauwing to get a cuddle, while purring on a garden wall
or so. The dog now and then gave him a soft push with his nose. A man
who was working in his garden, watched us pass by with awe. Not only do
my dog and cat get along (the contrast in colour and size being rather
large), they go for a walk together.
I felt so wonderful…
and a little wet since it indeed started to rain :-p
Cthulhu was deliciously absurd tonight… Did you know that, according
to one of the players, Jezus drank coffee ? When we stated that coffee
was originally from America and only brought to Europe some time after
1492, he remarked that in earlier times the world was one continent. I
was scribbling when that remark was made, and misunderstood what was
said, the sentence thus altered: “Yes, but everything used to be
Needless to say we had quite some laughs this evening.
Oh, and my motorbike rocks !
Yes, I’m still alive…
Had a tough day, yet in a very good mood now. Let me explain:
– 7 hours of teaching after two weeks holiday, and one week excursions
– came home by 4, had physio at 5.30
– had a small accident on my way there (nothing major, I wrecked the mirror of another car, will cost me 🙁 )
– rushed home after physio to eat half of my dinner, and left for the GP with Wolf (some rash: allergy, doc thinks)
– rushed home, ate the other half of my dinner
left for theatre sports training (those around here: ‘onvoorziene
omstandigheden’ of ‘De Llama’s’). Had some very good laughs, went
completely bonkers, freaked out, talked jibberish, feeling totally
relaxed now 🙂
Easter break was fine too: babysat a lot, painted
some more, made bed covers for Wolf’s bed, worked an awful lot in the
Gonna correct. Drun out.
Word of the Day for Sunday March 20, 2005
spoonerism \SPOO-nuh-riz-uhm\, noun:
The transposition of usually initial sounds in a pair of
* We all know what it is to have a half-warmed fish
[“half-formed wish”] inside us.
* The Lord is a shoving leopard [“loving shepherd”].
* It is kisstomary to cuss [“customary to kiss”] the bride.
* Is the bean dizzy [“dean busy”]?
* When the boys come back from France, we’ll have the hags
flung out [“flags hung out”]!
* Let me sew you to your sheet [“show you to your seat”].
Spoonerism comes from the name of the Rev. William
Archibald Spooner (1844-1930), a kindly but nervous
Anglican clergyman and educationalist. All the above
examples were committed by (or attributed to) him.
What was supposed to be a real holiday weekend, turned
out to be a little different. Saturday was quite allright though: the
weather was nice, and I played quite a bit with Wolf. At night we took
him along to my parents, where we had this wine and cheese dinner with
my bro and his gf, her parents, and Bart’s parents. A lovely night was
On Sunday, ie. Easter, we drove to my in-laws for this big
Easter dinner. Of course we took Wolf along, but also almost all his
stuff, cos he was staying there till Tuesday afternoon 🙂 This meant a
few days off for Bart and me, in which we had planned a long lie, a
sauna trip, restaurant and movies. And another long lie 🙂
dinner was really nice, yet the two consequent heavy meals got to me, I
think, my stomach isn’t used to all this food anymore. Anyway, after
dessert I started to feel queasy, and I declined cake and coffee (which
is quite exceptional for me). Indeed, a bit later I started to throw up.
We left Wolf in the caring hands of his grandparents and drove home. At
home, more throwing up, and I went to bed early. So much for our
romantic night alone.
Next day we slept till 11, played some PC game
together, and confided ourselves to the couch, since Bart didn’t feel
too great either. We watched some movies on telly, and cancelled on the
whole sauna experience. Later on, we also did cancel the restaurant and
had some toast and the likes, easy stuff on the stomach. We couldn’t
even get lured off the couch by the movies… 🙁 We then went right to
sleep. It was only this morning that we both felt a little more
romantic… And now, in about half an hour, we need to leave again to
pick up Wolf.
So much for our romantic weekend: we were both sick 🙁
good thing about it though (although I’m probably dehydrated and need
to drink more water): I did lose quite a bit of weight again, instead of
gaining over luscious Easter dinners. This morning, I was down to 95.5
kg (210.1 lbs), which means I lost 5 kg (11 lbs) by now. Not bad, huh ?
This morning, the school secretary entered my classroom and asked me to
attend a very short meeting at 1 PM. When I entered the teachers’ lounge
and saw all the faces, I knew it had to be bad. Turned out one of our
colleagues had died… I wasn’t that close to her anymore lately, but I
used to be. I knew her house, her family, all the little problems,
accompanied her with two of her children on a trip to France…
had been absent for a while, depression. Last week I heard she was in
hospital, intensive care: a brain tumor. She herself didn’t know this:
she had slipped into a coma before the diagnosis. And now…
will miss her, although I didn’t see much of her lately. I can’t stop
thinking about how it used to be, about her children (the youngest being
15, ADD, a very troubled kid) and about all she stood for. She was one
of those rare persons who are too good for this world: although she
didn’t have much money, she cared for some abandoned children as well.