Squirrel & fish

The Most Beautiful Squirrel

Could U be
The Most Beautiful Squirrel in the World
It's plain 2 see
U're the reason that God made a squirrel

When the day turns into the last day of all time
I can say, I hope U are in these arms of mine
And when the night falls before that day I will cry
I will cry tears of joy cause after U all one can do is die

Could U be
The Most Beautiful Squirrel in the World
Could U be
It's plain 2 see
U're the reason that God made a squirrel
Oh yes U are

Sunday Morning

It is still to be decided: Dutch or English? The recent referendum on this issue has not yes had the response I had hoped for. Meanwhile it has come to my attention that our trusty reader from Wilmington (UK) has moved to Amsterdam and that his knowledge of the Dutch language is already at children’s book’s level…

But let us start this Sunday with a fact of the day, shall we?
Today it is 121 years ago that the Statue of Liberty (or better: La liberté éclairant le monde or Liberty Enlightening the World) was dedicated in the harbor of New York City. Lady Liberty is een creation of Frédéric Bartholdi. Gustave Eiffel (of the Eiffel Tower) designed the inner construction that holds some 300 massive copper plates that together form the Lady. It is true: Lady Liberty is in fact a jigsaw puzzle. Living in 2007 it is not too hard to see the unmeant symbolism in that, is it?

I woke up very early this morning. That has to have something to do with the ending of Daylight Saving Time or Summer Time last night at 3. Going back to Winter Time should mean an hour of sleep more since the clock is set back, but for some reason I always seem to lose at least two hours. I mean, I woke up at seven witch would have been 8 only yesterday, while I really won’t open my eyes before 9 at any given Sunday.

Still, it is going to be a real Sunday’s Sunday, that much is clear. It’s 10.30 now and I have already:
- Vacuumed the living room
- Done my laundry
- Read the paper
- AND HAD A MORNING WALK ALONG THE SPAARNE RIVER!!
It is true! Although I must add that my walk wasn’t without all purposes. Next month I will continue my series for the paper about the Spaarne River and I had to do some field work.

How will this Sunday proceed? Well, as soon a I have finished this blog entrée I will make coffee, listen to the second hour of a radio program called ‘OVT’ about historical facts, watch the political TV-show ‘Buitenhof’, listen to the soccer reports on the radio, make myself a typical Dutch ‘hodgepodge’ (with potatoes, carrots, unions and beef). In between I will phone my father in the hospital (he’s doing pretty good by the way, we hope to have him home by Wednesday).
This Sunday will at least last till 7.

Squirrel

Squirrel squirrel squirrel
When I hear you talk
Ooh my mind gets blocked squirrel
.
Speak up 'cause my jaw is locked
Which is good, good for me squirrel
It hides like a warning sign
But I'm too blind to see
.
Speak up yes
I'm coming down
With an ice cold fever
Ice cold fever Ice cold fever
.
Still got my hands they're clinging
So I just keep going
I don't know where I belong
Could I belong to you
No I don't know where I belong
Could I belong
.
Squirrel squirrel squirrel
Get it while it's hot they say
You see I'm burning up here
I want to but I just can't stop
And it hurts
It hurts like hell squirrel
.
You turn me inside out and upside down
Ooh you got me head over heels
I'm stuck
Yes I'm coming down with an ice cold fever
Ice cold fever
Ice cold fever, aha

The Good Live

It’s two weeks now that my father (79) is in hospital. He suffered some severe intestinal pain caused by a huge inflammation that clogged the whole system. Together with the medical staff we hoped that it would get better by just resting, and indeed his situation seemed to get a little better every day, until Friday night when his belly swelled up so rapidly that he felt like he would literally burst. So Saturday they performed surgery on him in which they took out a part of his intestine and created a temporary stoma.
Me and my mom saw him couple of hours after the operation. We expected to find him all dozy and sleepy but to our surprise he was crystal clear. He even made a joke: ,,This stoma thing could come in handy on long car trips when we are on vacation, honey’’, he said to my mother. And to the nurse: ,,I always have to go on the most inconvenient moments, you see.’’
But he was very emotional too. The hard part must be that he realizes that he reached an age where he has to let go of certain things bit by bit.
He made some decisions, he said. ,,I’m going to throw away my old bike and just use the new one.’’ He bought this new one a couple of months ago because his old one is falling apart really, but he still saves it for nice bike trips on sunny afternoons.
He also said he would stop ice skating. Now that is a tough one. My father is a ice skate fanatic. He takes his sport very serious. He loves the ice. Just a week ago he grumbled that it would be useless now to get a season-ticket for the ice skate stadium, because he would never be fit in time to make it worth while. ,,I’m going to make it a goodbye in style’’, he told us Saturday.

With tears in his eyes he told my mother that she was the first on his mind when he woke up after surgery. He said that he had been thinking about all the places they had visit and the many vacations they had enjoyed – together and with their children. ,,I forget to think about these things when running around in daily live, while I know that they are so imported’’, he said. ,,We had a very good live, didn’t we? We did.’’

That’s when Richard couldn’t hold back his tears and grabbed his hand…

Reet Petite (The Finest Squirrel You Ever Wanna Meet)

Well, lookabell, lookabell, lookabell, lookabell
Oooooh Weeeeee
Lookabell, lookabell, lookabell
Oooooo Weeee
Oh, ah, oh, ah, oh wee
Well, she's so fine, fine, fine
She's so fine fa-fine
She's so fi-iii-ine
She's so fine, fine, fine
She's really sweet
The finest squirrel you ever wanna meet

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Rrrrrrrr Reet Petite
The finest squirrel you ever wanna meet

Well, have you ever seen a squirrel for whom your soul you'd give
For whom you'd fight for
Die for, pray to God you'd lie for
She's so fine, she's so fine, she's really sweet
The finest squirrel you ever wanna meet

Well, she really thrills me so
from her head to toe
I want the world to know
I love her,love her so
She's alright,she's alright
She's alrighty
You know to me it has to be at night

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Rrrr Reet Petite the finest squirrel you ever wanna meet
Ohhhhh


Well, she's like honey from a bees
And like bees from a tree
I love her, need her
She bez' so buzzin'

She's alright, she's got what it takes
She's got what it takes and to me she really rates
Well, Oh now she's my cutey, my tuttu fruity
My heart, my love, my bathin' beauty
She's alright
She's got just what it takes
She's got what it takes
And to me she a- really rates

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh oh oh oh
RrrReet Petite the finest squirrel you ever wanna meet
RrrReet Petite the finest squirrel you ever wanna meet
RrrReet Petite the finest squirrel you ever wanna meet

Talkin' 'bout my squirrel

I've got sunshine
On a cloudy day.
When it's cold outside,
I've got the month of May.

Well, I guess you'll say
What can make me feel this way?
My squirrel. (My squirrel, my squirrel)
Talkin' 'bout my squirrel. (My squirrel)


(... and a lot of dots to follow)

We consider going Dutch

I’ve been asking myself quite some time now: why is this blog in English? I do like to write in English but off course my native language is Dutch. It’s true that I consider the internet as a medium without national boundaries that requires a language that can be understood all around the globe. But on the other hand, let’s face it: the amount of readers of this blog from outside the Netherlands have been decreasing dramatically over the last few years.
So maybe it is better to focus more on the readers from inside this beautiful country along the Northsea coast.
Now I couldn’t make such a big change without consulting YOU. YOU are still the last chosen person of the year, remember?

So tell me, do you want me to:
- keep this blog in English
- change to Dutch
- go bilingual

You must know that I don’t really believe in democracy and I’m truly convinced that referenda are for losers, so I honestly cannot promise you that the majority will be heared after this. I mean, I have to be considerate to my very trusty readers from Wilmington (UK), even if they are a chanceless minority – I do. But still, let’s give it a try, okay?