Sunday's rest...

Sunday's rest... 

After a nice sleep I woke up to start the day, On my list were naps and lots of rest. Though I had a few things to do, ironing, showering and cooking. I spreaded this over the day and in between I rested and took two naps. Normally I don't do two naps, otherwise it's difficult to catch sleep in the night, but I felt sleepy.

The cooking went so so, I bought another new packagee yesterday. Bulgarian pilav, said the package. The package involved rice and sauce. I only had to add tomato paste, 1 onion, 1 green pepper, peaches on syrup, chicken breast, and that was it. While I was preparing dinner I noticed I could need a few kitchen tools more, for example a few bowls more and a measuring cup. I ended up that the sauce for the rice was a bit to watery and the rice a bit to wet, but otherwise it tasted good.

Now let me bombard you with this weekend pictures...

The Rijnhal In Arnhem, the city I visited Yesterday for a record fair. Arnhem is a nice city to visit, I sure will come back one day. 

Inside the Rijnhal, lots of records, cd's and merchandising. It wasn't so busy this time, though I had a jolly good time. 

Like I said, merchandising tons of merchandising.

Canal the Rhine, the largest and longest canal in the Netherlands. In Arnhem. 

The Nelson Mandela bridge to cross the Rhine, first I wanted to go and stand on this bridge to take pictures. But the strong wind and me being kinda scared of heights stopped me.

Dutch flags beside the Rhine.

There were lots of boats harboring here in this tiny little harbor. 

A tiny little truck/car/van at the harbor in Arnhem.

Ships passing trough... 

On my way back to the train station I saw this beauty, lol. 

Cityville in Arnhem!? 

I like the art on some of the buildings here in Arnhem. 

Ready to return home, I should have take this picture a bit bigger so you could see that this train is a double-decker. 

 Instead of only buying cd's I thought I could use a new coffee mug aswell, shame actually to get the mug out of the package.

Out of the package, still a nice coffee mug, lol. 

Again my new glasses, yesterday I posted a black and white picture, this time a color one. The color of the glasses is dark brown/ black. It's bigger then I used to had. I'm keeping the old one for work.
















Tomorrow will be a working day again, love it. It will be a short week with only two days of work, gotta love holidays. Upcoming Thursday we have Feast of the Ascension, the day after we will have just a day off. Tomorrow I will ask my Boss if she will (finally) sign my working contract, it's about time. Slightly a bit nervous about it. It will be good.

Happy Mothers day!

I am not there...
Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there. I do but sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn’s rain.When you awaken in the morning’s hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry I am not there, I did not die.

I love you, happy Mother's day Mom!  

 

What to say about my Mom? I do not often think of her, I guess time flies and past us so quickly. So quickly that thinking of her fades away, but with a day like this... sure I think of her. Thoughts of, "How would it be if she was still here?" I'm sure my life would have been different and sure the life of my Dad. Would it have been better? I don't know... Wouldn't I take the trip to Canada? I don't know either... Maybe I wouldn't even have known Saf then... 

I'm sure My Mom is watching me from above so now and then, not always. Cause when I do something crazy or something bad has happened to me, I'm usually asking myself, "Where are you know Mom?" Perhaps she whispers then, "Learn from your mistakes." I remember Mom as a hard working lady, she could do 3 or 4 things at the same time. Dad and I always said, "Oh Mom, have a little rest, your going like crazy." I learned alot from her, I realized that when I started with living on my own. 

And even now, mostly every little thing I do reminds me of my Mom. I love her, and I like it that she's still with me, floating around me, following me everywhere. I can't touch her or hug her, but so now and then a short little sentence, that... I can. She won't talk back, but I know she can hear me. That's my Mom.