We're back and had a really nice long weekend away.It seems that M's nefarious employer will let us stay put (for now), which relieves an enormous amount of stress that's been building for me over the last couple of weeks.
The kids had fun digging through a treasury of old children's books that Oma has been saving all these years. They're all classics, including this one about a lovable hobo and all of his wacky hyjinx.
This guy may be a beloved character in Dutch children's literature, but I don't think I'd want to be caught alone in a room with him. Especially since he seems to be "buffing his lampshade" in public...
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Transitions are always hard, so I'm glad there's no imminent move ahead of you. Still. I'm hoping to see you in our neck of the woods someday.
That hobo, by the way, reminds me of a Dutch babysitter we once had...
So you had a pedophile as a babysitter and a sadist for a dentist? Your experiences with the Dutch so far are a bit worrisome...
Not to mention the Dutch hippie motorcyclists who threw bottles of beer at our house. And the time our school bus was hijacked.
After that experience, our time in Germany seemed a carefree time of Sunday drives through the Black Forest, inexpensive sweets (four DM to the dollar!), and endless roast chicken with pomme frites. (Hey, that rhymes! And on a Monday, no less. Do I get bonus points?)
Ha ha, the comments here deserve their own post!
The comments do, indeed. And Betsy, you had me burst into rather rude laughter (having just taken a swig of water) with the lamp polishing comment.
I agree with you guys-- I would love to hear more about Anno's runins with Dutch people who run amok...
OK, I have blogged about most of this, in a post I took down earlier but restored especially because you asked (http://annos-place.blogspot.com/2007/06/memories-dreams-reflections-revised.html). Be forewarned: it's probably not as amusing as these comments; it needs editing, and that's why I keep taking it down.)
It also doesn't address the traumatizing experiences with the Dentist Who Didn't Believe In Novocaine, the Piano Teacher from Aruba Who Went on Drinking Binges and Didn't Show Up For Weeks At A Time, or the Babysitter Who Forced Us To Smoke Cigarettes.
I used to think that those titles were sufficient description, but perhaps there is something more to be told. Hmmmm....
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