The Hardest Part

Sometimes waiting is the hardest part. But remember, Mr. Bowie, the catnip that grows slower bear the greatest fruit! Just relax and enjoy the sun. The future’s so bright, you probably gotta wear shades.

Enjoy this beautiful day, my friends, wherever you are. Peace, love and understanding.

He’s Back!

Finally! Mr. Bowie’s back… but actually, he was never gone. Guess he was only trying to keep a low profile. Right now Mr. Bowie’s looking forward to spring and summer, just like the rest of us in this part of the world. He’s right on top of the really important issue: getting the garden ready for new catnip plants! He has become a real expert on harvesting, storing and drying catnip. I wonder if I should give up my career as a musician and get started into the catnip business…

In the next post, we’ll talk about “eastern European gangs of thieves” and how Mr. Bowie deals with it.

Enjoy this beautiful day, my friends, wherever you are. Peace, love and understanding.

The Oldest and the Youngest

Life goes on… and on. A week after my sister passed away, my father turned 92. It was a very strange day. We had a small celebration with chocolates, cookies and coffee. It all happened in a serene and depressed atmosphere.

A few days later some local officials, dressed in traditional folkloric costumes, payed tribute to my Dad because he’s one of the oldest inhabitants of the village. This is a regular annual tradition. Many happy returns!

Thank you so very much for your help, kindness, compassion and sympathy at one of the most difficult times of our lives.

A Horse with No Name

I’ve been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
Cause there ain’t no one for to give you no pain

‘A Horse with No Name’ – America

 

Farewell, My Dear Sister

Goodnight, sweet princess. It is with great sadness that I have to announce the passing of my dear Sister. Hild passed away over the weekend after bravely battling a vicious disease. She was a much loved person and she will be deeply missed by my Father, her husband, her son, her grandchild, family members and close friends.

I will never forget our moments together, enjoying espressos before noon. Mr. Bowie loved her company too and never left her side. But now you are far away, far away and so close. I wish I could find comfort in the thought she’s in good company with our Mother and Brother. I miss you so much.

It’s so hard to believe in anything anymore. How can you take religion seriously? Life sucks big time. Cancer is a bitch.

Let us go now, my darling companion
Set out for the distant skies
See the sun, see it rising
See it rising, rising in your eyes

“Distant Sky” – Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

 

Slaap nu maar zacht en zonder pijn, lieve Hild. Ik zal mijn dappere zus, espresso maatje, luisterend oor en soulmate hard missen. Je zal voor altijd in onze gedachten blijven.

Kanker is een smeerlap.

 

Hild

° 15-10-1953/† 03-03-2017

Rain Rain Rain

Rain smashing hard against the window. Mr. Bowie cancelled his field trip in the garden due to heavy rain. By way of precaution, he crawled for shelter under the table.

I enjoy the sound of rain on the windows and the roof. I have become a very light sleeper, completely off sleep medication for about a month and the sound of rain helps me fall asleep at night.

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Enjoy this beautiful day, my friends, wherever you are. Peace, love and understanding.

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