A 38 year old man drove through the fences and through the public and landed against a monument. Only meters away from the open bus in which nearly our complete royal family was having a tour through Apeldoorn because of Queensday.

It's the same flabbergasted feeling as with 9/11. It was live on television, almost everybody is watching those festivities and they ended with a bang. The queen later gave a statement and I've never seen her this devastated. It was clear that she had cried. And this picture of Willem Alexander and Maxima says it all.




edited: I'm a lousy reporter of course. I forget to tell you that there are 6 people dead, including the driver, and 12 injured, 4 of them still in a very bad condition.

There are many, many forms of autism. This picture is a perfect example of Kees' type. You only have to know that 'koffers pakken' in Dutch means 'pack the suitcases' as well as 'fetch the suitcases'.

(Fokke & Sukke have a problem. You said: "Sukke, fetch/pack the suitcases"!!! That is what I did!!!)




More from Fokke & Sukke.

If you remember my newyears resolution for 2007 from a meme that went around then, my resolution was to "fire my boss"

That did of course not happen in 2007. Things in the office more or less deteriorated, but we both were still there by the end of the year.

Last year May I changed departments. I now work for the workers' council. She stayed. But her department got taken out from under her. People in the financial half were placed in the financial department, though still working in the same offices. And the staff/secretarial department got reorganised. So she is still holding the same position, but instead of being boss over ten or more people, she has nobody left to boss over.

I guess that in a way I got what I asked for ;)

This looks much more applicable than the full adhd-pattern. And no, I don't think I'm abused in my childhood. Not in the 'normal' sense of abuse anyway. No violence, but a form of neglect. And most part of the first year in hospital. And I know how I cope with stress without Efexor.

http://www.medscape.com/viewarticle/588573

and
http://www.plasticsurgerypractice.com/reuters_article.asp?id=20090223clin004.html

and others if you search on 'NR3C1'

In very short:
Early severe child abuse is associated with altered hypothalamic-pituitary-adrenal (HPA) responses to stress later in life. Now, scientists in Canada suggest that this effect is mediated by epigenetic programming of the neuron-specific glucocorticoid receptor (NR3C1) promoter in the hippocampus.

Being poly gave me two mothers in (and out of) law. Since they both were under 1.50 meter (less than 5 feet) I didn't feel that was too much. Now there is only one left. Yesterday we said goodbye to HMM's mother. She's been going strong till last summer, when she fell ill and had a small tia. Never really recovered from that.

HMM and I took care of the music and by coincidence found a wounderful song by Anne Sofie von Otter: I walk with you, mama. It is a song from Benny Andersson from ABBA: Stockholm by night. Lovely music, great lyrics. There were other songs as well, but I wanted to share this one.

HMM's brother and his youngest uncle both talked at length about their memories of Ma (Aadje). I heard many things I didn't know and wish I had known before and talked about with her.

Last month went by so quickly that there was no time at all to tell you about
- the holiday in Wirral in June (great, pictures still to be uploaded)
- the new smartphone (Nokia E90, awesome in some ways, astonishingly lacking in other)
- the new job (good, busy, so many new things to learn, came out as poly in the dept news flash)
- Kees' leg (still no good - been to the next orthopede, no news, new tests, appt for oct 8!!!)
- Kees' mother's health (operation scheduled to replace tumorous knee and thigh on aug 25)
- HMM's mother's health (small tia turned out to be diabetic hypo, chamomile tea didn't work for type II)
- my own health (burned left breast on new skillet while bending to fetch potholder, treated with lavender oil wich gave allergic reaction that spread over my left underarm because that touches breast while sleeping; heel spur probably caused by next point)
- how busy a free Friday can be (Ikea and groceries with friend in wheelchair; followed by wine tasting in a local with a bar and no stools)
- all other things that kept me afk

I have been able to read evry now and then (thanks to the E90), but if you want me to know something or to react to something, please let me know.

Off to the flower parade later today. Hope to get some nice pictures there!

At least we now know:

http://www.emedicine.com/orthoped/TOPIC416.HTM
http://www.pubmedcentral.nih.gov/articlerender.fcgi?artid=1421141


We went to another neurologist today. Of course nothing changed, but he finally was kind enough to give us the name, telling us 'but you can forget that straight away'. Luckily he also gave us a letter for a fysiotherapist, in which he gave the name. So now we finally were able to get more information as to what's the matter with Kees' thigh.

He now has to make an appointment with a specific fysiotherapist, who should be specialised in this ailment. If that does not help, he's send to a pain clinic, where they are gonna give him shots (most likely with lidocaine or something similar).

Of course he cannot make this appointment like that, he called today and will be called back somewhere next week to get his first appointment.

Meanwhile he also has pain in his hipbone. Probably bursitis. So he has to go to the ortopede again.

In Dutch we call this 'van het kastje naar de muur en terug' (from the cupboard to the wall and back). I don't know the howmanieth cupboard this is, but I was likely to bang my head agains the umpteenth wall this morning. Kees asked for an invalid parking card for the time being, since he can hardly walk more than 100 yards without excruciating pain. The form was on top of his ledger. No, this doctor had not filled it out yet. "I can't do that if I haven't seen you". But He was under treatment at this department, we have been seeing another neurologist here.

That's when I walked away again.

We're here for 10 days now. Halfway down a wonderful holiday. The appartment, the weather, the area... everything turns out to be great. Eating in or out with nice English breakfasts, fish and chips, sheppard's pies, lamb chops, etc etc.

We've been to Evita in the Empire theatre, to the mayor's parade, to Wales. I've gone on a ramble with my friend Eileen and her friends from the Woman's Instutute. Through the fields near Thurstaston, and along the Wirral Way back 'home'.

Tomorrow Chester and then still a whole week!

I could live here

From autographed cat (posted mobile, sorry no links atm). He asked for a memory and to repost that at my own journal.
Reading the comments made me smile - made me curiuos - made me long for good memories, regardless. You and I don't share any. Yet. And maybe we never will. But knowing you as a 'vriendeling' - someone met on the net - made today start as a happy day. And that is a good future memory.

So if you read this, please leave one of the memories you have of you and me and put that in your journal too?

"In bed with two hotties"

Yep.  I am. Lots of nights. Not atm though, because Kees or I are usually in the spare room. It's too hot see.