words and pictures

I'm in a fog!
Noon does, indeed, feel like six pm and I'm sleeping the sleep of the dead.
I'm nearly done sorting and arranging and am acutely aware, having spent the week in an empty house (furniture and cooking utensils only), that we must de-crappify our home. I'm going to make it a mission just as soon as I'm acclimated. You are my witness.



Easter is a nice time to see The Netherlands. Things are blooming.



Leffe wins as favorite beer. Both double and triple. I no longer know what that means. Triple is dark?
Maybe.



The market. Where? Don't know. Goes, Delft or Middelburg.



Grammy and I were very tempted by the lace at the markets. Looking back, I'm glad I didn't buy any as it doesn't fit in my house. But we sent K back to get Grammy some for over her sink and the vendor was at lunch.



But we bought oilcloth! Meters and meters of it! Overwhelmed by the low price (it's costly here) and the availability, we miscalculated how much of it any one person could use. We are wealthy in oilcloth!
(We bought the blue Delft pattern and the postcard-looking pattern.)



The six of us arrived in Middelburg as I wanted to go to Hema and the boys disappeared. It was the first moment they sought time on their own.



Where were they? Upstairs eating lunch.



I went to the most wonderful housewares store there too. I wanted everything in the place and was wandering with my mouth hanging open. Youngest removed me.



Seashells in a window in the beautiful little town of Goes.



It truly was one of those places that seems unreal.