So it is supposed to be Spring, and in Holland this means: the same rain as in Autumn and Winter, with the difference being the trees are getting green again! It is still cold and windy, but hey hoo…when you are Dutch you are used to 7 months of cold and rain, followed by winter!
Do I hate rain? No I don’t. Not even when I have to walk my dog in it, or pedal my way to the mall for grocery shopping on my bicycle. It can have this cleansing experience and knowing I return to a warm, dry house in which I can change into comfy clothes and login to a world with eternal sunshine makes it bearable.
Now, what a weird blogpost eh? RL does that sometimes to me. Just when I think all is going just fine and peachy, shit happens. My Dad is seriously ill, so is his wife. And I am not talking flu, but the real crap. Cancer is a bitch.
All is not lost, yet, but ..at my *ahem* age and all I am preparing for the worst. And spending a lot of time with them. Arranging stuffs, accompany them when they go see their doctor to be sure I get the accurate information – as they are from a generation who do not ask questions but just nod and leave the Doc’s practice even more confused than they were when they entered – and I take notes. And ask again. And keep my sister and other relatives informed. And I worry. A lot.
What has this blogpost to do with SL? Nothing. It is just rambling and venting. Nothing more, nothing less. Just like life.