Thursday 31 May 2012
These days may be boring to you but they were needed for us. Nicole worked super hard sorting photos and loading and arranging them on our blogs, all of us caught up writing a couple, and through Internet research and computer calls to CA made arrangements for renewing home and auto insurance, car registrations, mail unforwarding, tenant move out schedule, etc. etc. The rut begins.
But we planned for this time, made possible because of Roos and Henri's generous offer to come anytime and stay as long as we wanted in their guest house in southwest Netherlands. A delicious Dutch supper with them in the backyard, after work and before tennis lessons, with ham and creamy mashed potatoes and huge thick white asperagus with cheese sauce, reminded us we're still not back in Kansas.
The European trip still wasn't over. We also found out, in researching our planned two-three day drive along the Rhine River, that it was possible to take reasonably-priced all-day cruises. And that a musician friend would be playing at a blues fest just 15 minutes away on the upcoming Saturday.
The musical backdrop for this mostly-indoors day was exceptional but curious: a French-language (Belgian?) FM station with whiplash eccentricity: Dwight Yokum, Fats Domino, Moody Blues, the Chiffons, Mark Knopfler, Ray Charles, Allison Kraus, John Lee Hooker, Carl Perkins, Leonard Cohen, John Fogerty, Dean Martin, the Drifters, George Harrison, Peppermint Harris, Boz Scaggs, BB King, Lyle Lovett, Led Zeppelin, Loudon Wainwright, Albert Collins, Patti Smith, Pink Floyd, Hal Ketchum, early Rolling Stones, the soulful original "Mockingbird" by Inez and Charlie Foxx, Desmond Dekker's version of "You Can Get It if You Really Want," Neil Young doing doo wop and country gospel, Sting jazzing up "Dark Star" and so many more that kept us highly entertained and also amused at the scattershot/schizoid programming.
Dian stayed up late to finish her Keith Richards bio (thanks, Mary and Nigel). "Feh," Charles sneered, "I knew of him when he was only Keith Richard."
These days may be boring to you but they were needed for us. Nicole worked super hard sorting photos and loading and arranging them on our blogs, all of us caught up writing a couple, and through Internet research and computer calls to CA made arrangements for renewing home and auto insurance, car registrations, mail unforwarding, tenant move out schedule, etc. etc. The rut begins.
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| Asparagus liqueur? |
The European trip still wasn't over. We also found out, in researching our planned two-three day drive along the Rhine River, that it was possible to take reasonably-priced all-day cruises. And that a musician friend would be playing at a blues fest just 15 minutes away on the upcoming Saturday.
The musical backdrop for this mostly-indoors day was exceptional but curious: a French-language (Belgian?) FM station with whiplash eccentricity: Dwight Yokum, Fats Domino, Moody Blues, the Chiffons, Mark Knopfler, Ray Charles, Allison Kraus, John Lee Hooker, Carl Perkins, Leonard Cohen, John Fogerty, Dean Martin, the Drifters, George Harrison, Peppermint Harris, Boz Scaggs, BB King, Lyle Lovett, Led Zeppelin, Loudon Wainwright, Albert Collins, Patti Smith, Pink Floyd, Hal Ketchum, early Rolling Stones, the soulful original "Mockingbird" by Inez and Charlie Foxx, Desmond Dekker's version of "You Can Get It if You Really Want," Neil Young doing doo wop and country gospel, Sting jazzing up "Dark Star" and so many more that kept us highly entertained and also amused at the scattershot/schizoid programming.
Dian stayed up late to finish her Keith Richards bio (thanks, Mary and Nigel). "Feh," Charles sneered, "I knew of him when he was only Keith Richard."
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