Cursed week

I apologise for being absent in the past week. RL has caught up with me. I’ve been feeling sick and weak and have been sleeping a lot. Will be back at training soon though!

 

Enna

Where’s our Winnie?

I think Winnie is at Queerditch Marsh and Appleby Village in England

Skin Art 30/6/2009

Simone has the real guy, I’ll have to be satisfied with the monogram. Here’s to you Simone, a reminder of our mutual passion for JSB.

The tattoo was done by Rick from Skin Art Utrecht.

Pictures by Menke van Daalen

Remember Simone

Dear Friends

Many days, weeks, months have passed since we’ve lost our dear Simone.

Yet it feels like only yesterday that she brightened up our lives with her sparkling personality, endless love and affection, and her musical talents.

To honour her, and everything she gave us during her life there will be a performance of one of her favourite pieces, in one of her favourite churches on july 5th 2009.

We will play the b-minor mass (Hohe Messe) by Johann Sebastian Bach in the Willibrordkerk in Utrecht.

For this concert we need a group of experienced choir singers, who know the piece, and are available on friday night july 3rd, and saturday july 4th during the day for rehearsals.
The concert is on sunday night july 5th.

To join this project email me at jantinebootsman@gmail.com

Today I saw

The Vredenburg concert hall for the first time in ages! It is a place I feel like I practically grew up in. It is being rebuilt and is surrounded by a huge wall. While shopping for childrens’ clothes today I found out there are some holes in the wall an decided to stick a camera through, just to see what’s left of it.

As  one can see there’s actually loads of the building still there, and it didn’t even look like anyone is working on this at the moment.

As to how things are going, well, sunday was a setback with a huge emotional outburst triggered by a stressful situation. Hmmm, what to think if that. Be worried? Try and ignore? Talk to my shrink? We’ll see how I feel about it in the morning.

Work is going great, knitting, however, is slow. I have to give myself some time to get back into that properly. First finish the bow-tie I’m making Rom (I promised I’d have it done next saturday), and then decide on the next step. Honeybee Stole? Mick’s pullover? blown-up Lyra? All things either planned or in progress. And the socks, oh, all the socks.

At the moment all I feel is an enormous desire to be in control of my life. To be able to sing solos without freaking out, so I committed myself to another one in 3 weeks. It’s tiny and totally innocent. I can deal with that right? RIGHT?

We’ll see.

Is my life a mess much?

Oh yes it is.

Are things getting better?

Yes they are.

In a matter of months we lost so much, it’s mind altering. The world has turned upside down and is not going to turn back. I’m still trying to regain my balance. I doubt it will be back any time soon.

I miss Frodo. I miss my Simone, I miss knowing exactly who I am, but most of all I miss my Brent.

I hate to see my mother lose her hair, and throw up for days when she has her chemo, it makes me equally sick to the stomach, and frightened about the future.

I love Frodo’s house, now ours, we call it Bag End. I love cycling through town on Brent’s bike, sucking up the spring sunshine like it’s a drug. I love the fact that spring means easter means lots of singing to be done.

I love the fact that through losing Frodo and Simone we’ve met and love so many new people, their friends, our friends, who, by proving to be amazing people, underline that Frodo and Simone we just that. Amazing.

I look forward to being at the airport and seeing Brent again in June. He’d better wear protective clothing, I will crush him if he’s not careful.

I look forward to finishing all Simone’s knitting projects. That girl had a serious case of SSS on her hands and I will finish every last stitch on every sock and give it to their rightful owners.

This week, it almost looks like someone found the lightswitch that was lost late last year. Plans erupt, trying to push me into action. Singing, knitting, enjoying company, smiling at new things and old memories, blogging must be done.

So here we are. At Bag End. Wanna see? I actually wanted to take a picture of the beautiful tree at the end of our road, but it turned out  as a picture of the whole street.

Carnage……

I must share with you a sight that is horrible indeed. For those of you that are weak at heart, look no further. If you think you can take it, however, be sure to be sitting down…

Last night my sister and my brother in law, who are strangely enough a couple since a few weeks (!), were over at our place for dinner. my sister knits socks as well by the way.

After dinner I pulled out my knitting. I am still working on the dueling socks from the duel I lost to my friend Eugene, since he has graciously allowed me to pospone finishing them so I could finish my handmade item and make the early sending date…which I did. The socks are knit on Harmony 2,5 mm needles.

I told my sister about the needles. They were, in fact a present from Queen Frysia
to earlier mentioned Eugene in a RAOK that she sent him a few weeks ago. He had lend them to me for the duel (did he curse them? He os SO going to be in Slytherin next term!), and during it, I had sat on one needle. He told me since there were 6, he didn’t mind too much.

I bought him a new set though, and kept the old one. While telling this to my sister I pulled out my sock, and gasped. NOOOOO! There was a break! I had broken another needle! I was so sad and took out my DPN tin to grab a bamboo set. I wasn’t until I wanted to take the broken needle out of the knitting that I saw the true damage that had been done. Every single needle was broken. There is one left. The one that wasn’t in the knitting to start with.

Sigh…..

Nog een paar nachtjes slapen….

En dan wordt ons mannetje 5 jaar!!!!!

(en mama wordt 32…..)

Wie komt er met ons mee feesten op 9 en/of 10 augustus?

Hielke (11-08-2003) en Jantine (26-08-1976)

nodigen je van harte uit om komend weekend bij ons lekker taart, limonade, soep, pasta, wijn, snoepjes en zonneschijn te komen genieten. Al voorgnoemde zaken, behalve zonneschijn, zijn gegarandeerd.

We zouden het heerlijk vinden als je langskomt. Laat je even weten met hoeveel personen en op welke dag we je mogen verwachten?

Tot komend weekend!

Kus van Hielke en Mama.

cadeautip Hielke: Veel met auto’s, mooie boeken, verkleedspullen.
cadeautip Jantine: Centjes om uit te geven in Canterbury, centjes voor wolletjes.

The perfect remedy!

What does one do when keeping up the blogging thing is kind of hard, because there’s so much work, singing and knitting to do? YES! Sign up for an activity that MAKES you blog at least once a week! great! Join a yarn swap!

And here it is! The magnificent Hogwarts Sock Kit Swap! I’m in Slytherin (oh yeah baby! pure blood I am!) and I was the last one to get in! The other three houses still have a place each left, so come on, wizards and witches, and even muggles, join me and my fellow 96 students for a lovely term of Quidditch, Dueling Club and spoiling a total stranger! I am so loving it already!

To join go to the HSKS 5 website by clicking the button below and enjoy the fun!

Enna Kirts, Slytherin first year.

Afraid of heights anyone?

Lord, now lettest thou thy servant depart in peace, according to thy word:

For mine eyes have seen thy salvation,

Which thou hast prepared before the face of all people;

A light to lighten the Gentiles, and the glory of thy people Israel.

Luke 2:29–32

Yesterday we did a lovely concert with the Domcantorij.

We sang different versions of the Canticum Simeonis by Schütz, Barbe and Distler, and in one of the two by Schütz, Philip, Anne and I sang our parts from the Third floor of the church. Awsome!

Anne and I had both been up there before, but Philip had to get used to it a bit. It’s quite a scary place, especially because you have to bend over the edge to keep in contact with the cantor, something that doesn’t always work out…ahem.

But as you can see by the time the concert started we were completely used to it again, and feeling quite angelic

This was our view during our little wait, the audience:

And bending over the edge to see the choir and the cantor:

The concert went great, the music was good, I had a solo that went ok, and one that went very well indeed, and we felt extremely satisfied afterwards. An afternoon well spent.

After so much fun we went down to the local waterhole for a beer.
from left to right: Robert, Beatrijs, Kees, Antje, Brent, Anita.