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 the sand.

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).

Didn’t 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.

I’ve 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…

I 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 accept.

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.

We just 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 incontinent.”
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 garden…

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

Some examples:
* 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.


Yay. Not.

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 had.
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 🙂
The 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 🙁

One 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…
She 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…

I 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.