Ok, so easter was pretty busy, spent a lot of time working on the house and also quite a lot of time on the roof since then. Turns out I am the only one brave enough to climb up and paint those dormer windows that so desperately needed painting. It was a killer job. The first few times I climbed up my body didn't know what it was in for, but yesterday when I went up for the final coat of paint, it immediately recognised what was going to happen and didn't hesitate a moment to let me know it wasn't up for it. Too bad. It had to be done. Glad I did it yesterdays as today it turned out to be cold and it even rained, so it was lucky I finished the job.
Oh, yesterday before the painting, in the morning, I did a quick last Zumba class before my 'holiday' and then after that I decided to vacuum the whole house and wash all the floors, which had not been done in months. It was one of those jobs where I kept thinking 'why the hell am I doing this, this sucks' and when I mentioned to my mum how dirty her floors were she said that really they weren't used very much. Which, to my humble opinion, is not very true, as floors get walked on all the time, and the filth in my bucket told me otherwise, too. I had to keep repeating my mantra '30 years of love and support, 30 years of love and support, 30 years of love and support'. That's what I remind myself when I wonder what the hell I am doing here. While I was going round the house with the vacuum, I quickly cleaned the shower and the toilets too, plus I descaled all of the taps, which I was later rewarded for because my bath ran much quicker in the evening!
Oh, we did a bit of eating as well, my mother, my sister and myself. Geez. I tend to be really hard on my mother when we go to the supermarket, trying to dissuade her from buying stuff, for one because most of the time we don't need it or it's going to make me fat, and second because we need to keep an eye on the spending. But I had promised she could go all out for the easter shopping, I told her I would keep my mouth shut. So I did. The food was lovely, though. We did the Dutch 'gourmet' (basically a tabletop bbq) on Saturday night, then raspberries, blueberries and meringues with creme fraiche for dessert. Heavenly! On Sunday we had our big easter breakfast with bacon and eggs and croissants and sugar bread and all sorts of lovely other things. Then at night white asparagus with eggs, melted butter and new potatoes for dinner. It is a family favourite and it was so nice to be having it with my family. The rest of the time my sister and I did a lot of paining and sanding. Luckily she brought some new tunes, which made the job a lot more pleasant. It's nice to have her around. I'm going to miss her so much when I head back to Australia. But this Christmas, she's hopefully coming over too!
So, the house is getting very close to being ready for its photo shoot. We did a bit of Ikea shopping today to dress it up just a little. It'll be really ready soon. And I am so totally ready for my mini holiday!
This morning I sorted out all the washing so I could pack, as I'm going to be away for at least 5 nights. I'm in Amsterdam now where my holiday is starting, at my sister's who is not here. She's staying at a friend's place so I'm sleeping in her bed, then I'm picking up my brother/friend (Phiroze) up from the airport in the morning. He's bringing over my new baby from the big Apple. It's about 1.8 cm high, 32.5 cm wide and 22.7 cm deep and so, so beautiful. At only 1.32 kg, I think it should be an easy delivery : D I think I might call him/her Mac. Middle name: Book. Last name: Air. Teeheehee. I'm so excited. Also about seeing Phiroze again, of course.
So, tomorrow we're just chilling in Amsterdam. Phiroze has some business to attend to, which will be easier with a translator. I'm probably going to buy a nice new suit for my baby (laptop sleeve). Will have to get a latte or cappuccino at some point. I only drink espressos in Elsendorp as there is just no way to obtain or make a decent milky coffee there. I can't wait to have a real nice milky coffee again!
Then friday morning, it's time for a good old road trip with my bro. Cruisin' down a dike or two, up the the north, visit a museum or two, then onto a ferry and to a tiny island called Vlieland. No cars there! We're escaping the craziness of Koninginnedag (Queen's birthday) in Amsterdam and spending it on a small island far away from the droves and droves of orange-clad crazies that come to party here. Yes.
Then we're spending another night or two in a province called Friesland where it's quaint little villages and cows left right and center. I'm sure we'll find some great cheese there. And I know the inn we're staying at serves home baked bread in the morning. Yum. Food will be good. Company will be great. Fun times are ahead. I so need it.
Wish there was a massage in there somewhere. And a manicure. My god, my body and hands are a mess. My back and shoulders are so sore. I had this weird pinch in my neck during breakfast on Sunday, I couldn't move and it hurt like crazy, the tears were streaming down my face. Luckily that only last a minute or so and it's been fine since. But still, my body is not happy, my arms didn't want to do all the Zumba waving and shaking yesterday. And I have paint on my elbow, which I have missed during my clean-up yesterday, because I didn't see it. Only noticed it after my bath when I stood in front of a mirror. Didn't bring turpentine on my trip, did I? Oh well. Plus, for the life of me, I cannot get the paint from under my nails and cuticles so they have brown all around which makes them look very disgusting. Bet my body wishes I were a bit more lady like and had refused to get my hands dirty or climb up on that roof. Oh well. Will try my best tonight in the shower with some good old scrubbing trying to get that paint off, and then cut and paint my nails to hide the mess. That'll have to do. Might indulge tonight and watch an episode of Adam Hills in Gordon St Tonight. In Bed. Well, in my sister's bed. With her cuddly elephant. Yes. Shower, cup of tea while painting and cutting nails, then in bed with Adam Hills. Don't tell our spouses!
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