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Mug shot Tuesday. I’m feeling much better today. That’s my new mug. I’ll be using it next Saturday to make up for my inexistent date. I know it’s only Tuesday and things could change until then, but let’s face it, unless my mom is my Valentine’s date, I don’t see anything happening.
I just checked and my mom’s plane already landed at Schiphol Airport in Holland. Much earlier than expected. Now she’ll have to wait over two hours to take the train. Then she’ll have to change that train and take the one to get here. My son will be picking her at the train station in about five hours. Nor my mom or my son have a phone with them. I really hope she manages to do everything right and there are no delays or major changes. She doesn’t speak a word in English. That’s not true, she can say “Nice to meet you”. I hope with that she can go a long way. Like, until here. But not further. That same train goes to Berlin and that’s not really in the neighborhood.

I’m really glad I could clean the house a bit. I had to do a few of the things more than once. For example, my bedroom.
While I was in bed yesterday morning, still feeling sick, my little one decided to make his own sandpit. He took my zen garden, placed Buddha somewhere else and use the sand and the stones to play. I almost had a heart attack and started shouting.
And then it got even better, he tried to clean the mess and made sure the sand reached all the corners. When I walk in my bedroom, I have the feeling of being in a beach house.

I’ll get dressed and go to the supermarket. My mom has some problems in her feet and she can’t walk much. She will get so bored here. I have no idea what she’ll do the next five weeks. She’ll be cleaning a lot and tidying up everything, but she’ll have all that ready by Friday. Then I really don’t know what she’ll do. There is nothing to do here. Absolutely nothing.

And that’s not true either. We have the mill!!

She could go there several times and count a few stones each time.

~ by DotedOn on February 10, 2015.