Arghhhhhhhhhhhh, socks!

Can someone tell me why I have to buy my son new socks for every trip?
This is going to be our third trip in less than a year and I just checked his socks.
At least 4 pairs have disappeared since last visit.

What does he do with them?
Only thing I can think of is he is leaving them at his Dad's place.
But his feet are still smaller, so they would find that out sooner or later.

Sigh, other people have just one sock missing, he has complete pairs missing.
These trips are getting expensive mainly because of the amount of socks I am buying.

I Am Still Part of This Couple.

Petra has been posting for both of us the past few weeks but I wanted to let everyone who looks here know that I am still alive and still Petra's partner. Actually, I have enjoyed reading Petra's posts and think maybe she should be the only one writing things. They are more interesting than mine. LOL I wish I could have attended the Celtic Festival. It looked like great fun. I think the young people here have a term for what is under the kilts, although I don't even think they know what a kilt is, but not wearing anything underneath is "going commando".

The reason I have been absent is because I have changed companies and it has been a very busy and at times, stressful past several weeks but things are looking good right now and even better, we will be together in just 4 days. WHOOPEEEEEE!

I hope we can post jointly during our month together here and show some of the things we have been doing. One thing you won't see a picture of is our greeting at the airport. That will be private and special. You understand.

a few more pictures from the Celtic Midsummer Festival

While I am counting down the days, a few more pics from the Festival.

Bagpipes and kilts

I know, I promised Jack, but when the chance presented itself, I couldn't look away.
Not that it helped much, I still don't know what they wear under their kilts.
But one of these days...

Yesterday I had a great day, with many thanks to my sister who didn't mind that I had to bring two dogs. The two of us went to the Celtic Midsummer Festival in Nieuweschans.
We both like the atmosphere that comes with these events that relates so much to the books we love.
Much to my shame I have to admit that I missed that we have a really good group of musicians over here that play old Dutch, Celtic and Irish folk music.
Even worse is that the rest of the Netherlands already knows and I don't.
But I 'm working on it, promise.
Just to make sure you will know them, here is: Rapalje!!!

Making lists

and already we are down to 10 days left.
And it is starting to show around the house. There are lists everywhere.
A list to make sure I don't end up with to many groceries in my fridge that will have to stay in there for 4 weeks. A list to make sure we have all the clothes we need, one for the paperwork like passports and permissions that we need to bring. Another one for the dogs and to make sure I go by the vet before. The list for the last food items for the rabbit and a bag of dogfood.
A list to make sure I buy the last items like toothpaste and shampoo.
Not that after writing the lists I will ever look at them, for me it is making them that makes me remember the things we need.

This trip feels different from the other ones because we will spend so much more time together. It also leaves my house empty longer and the feeling that everything should be taken care of is more urgent than other times.
Can't leave too much in the fridge because it will be able to walk by the time we get back...

And than there were...15

finally it feels like it is going fast now.
Must be because the little princess is keeping me busy.
School for my son has ended and he is spending this week with his Dad. And it was time for school to end. The poor kid was so tired, they had so many activities. He couldn't keep up without getting into a bad mood anymore. Next week he will be home and we can start preparing for our trip.
Not that he will like it, it will mean buying shorts and footwear. That will be one spoiled day. But at least we won't have to go to the city for it, we have a wonderful camping shop here that sells great footwear for the summer and I have already found some that he will have to get. He just won't like them, since it isn't like his normal pair of sneakers. Nothing harder than to get a young boy out of his normal clothes.

Last week his Dad signed the permission for him to go again. He never makes a point of it, but it keeps being a pain to have to ask and be grateful every time to take your own kid with you to where you want.
But not doing it is no option, if immigration is asking for the permission and you can't show, you are lucky if you are only sent back.
And the risk of them asking is getting bigger every time.
He is officially taller than I am now and is really becoming his own person. And he doesn't look like me or his Dad anymore.

The little princess is doing fine, she is very playful, which Paquita likes a lot.
And also she is housebroken now, which is hardly ever a problem with these dogs, they just have to get the picture.
A small problem is going to be the fact that she developed separation anxiety pretty fast. We have to work on that the next two weeks.
For the rest she is sweet and loving to cuddle already.

Oh, and we are going to get summer temperatures this week, around 30 degrees, how is that for preparation?

GSoD

I have had greyhounds and galgo's for close to nine years now but I never had heard the Greyhound Scream of Death. Maybe because I tend to adopt or foster the older dogs, I don't really know. But this morning I heard it.
And yes, it makes your blood go cold in your veins and your toes curl.
All it took was for my little princess to slip away on the kitchen floor and hit her paw against the fridge.
Man, you wake up fast when a dog screams like that, I really expected for her leg to be broken.

Thinking back, I should have made a picture, she was sitting down, on her tail, paw up and screaming her little head off.

The moment I saw that, little warning bells went off in my head, so I stroked her head until she was quiet, asked her if she was ok and walked away deciding to see what happens.
By this time I hardly could keep back my laughing knowing I had heard the GSoD for the first time, but probably not the last.

I know, she hurt herself, but the moment I realized that she screamed too loud, I decided to walk away after she stopped screaming and wait and see if she would walk on it. The first meters she put her paw down very carefully, had it up while standing.
But soon she was back on all four.
Unless she saw me looking, than the paw went up.

I think my little princess is a dramaqueen