What Vandals, Bedverhogers, and Steak Have in Common
Yesterday, we woke up to the most horrifying discovery: no internet! Oh, we are totally, unapologetically dependent on our ADSL connection. But “hooligan-criminal-vandals” had other plans for our Thursday when they cut the main phone lines to half of the town.
But Dan made an interesting day of it:
He helped our landlady fix her sink. She had actually done a very good job getting it started but needed some young eyes and hands to finish the job.
In the meantime, he let her know that he has started Dutch classes. So he got some practicing in…
A trip to the midwife and the grocery store broke up the media-less day for him. (I went with him; at the store, we ended up getting more than milk…) When we got back, he mentioned how late it was. Ummm…because my 9.2 kilo pound cat walks faster than me these days?
Then, the bedverhogers and the ondersteekpan. We had to wait till week 37 to get them. And here week 37 is. Anyway, our landlady drove him to the medical supply store, which provides such things to its members or residents of nearby towns or something. (Let's just say, we're glad our landlady signed for everything...much simpler.) Thanks to them, now I have 8 bedverhogers and 1 ondersteekpan.
Finally, the last exciting event of the day: “Meneer,” came a voice through the bushes. It is our elderly neighbor. “Yes?” Dan answered. Insert Dutch here, with a few occasional recognizable words, like “telefoon”, “niet werk”, and “hulp”. He explains his Dutch is “niet goed”, hoping that that will cue her to slow down. It doesn’t. So he walks around to her house, finding them locked out. After some time of conversing about what to do, since the phones all over town are out so they cannot locate a spare key, he finds a way into the house, crawls through the window, and opens the door. From their reaction, it is obvious he saved their day. A little later, our landlady brings us 4 steaks: “With gratitude from the neighbors,” she says.
And that is an exciting day in the life of these Rhenen residents.
But Dan made an interesting day of it:
He helped our landlady fix her sink. She had actually done a very good job getting it started but needed some young eyes and hands to finish the job.
In the meantime, he let her know that he has started Dutch classes. So he got some practicing in…
A trip to the midwife and the grocery store broke up the media-less day for him. (I went with him; at the store, we ended up getting more than milk…) When we got back, he mentioned how late it was. Ummm…because my 9.2 kilo pound cat walks faster than me these days?
Then, the bedverhogers and the ondersteekpan. We had to wait till week 37 to get them. And here week 37 is. Anyway, our landlady drove him to the medical supply store, which provides such things to its members or residents of nearby towns or something. (Let's just say, we're glad our landlady signed for everything...much simpler.) Thanks to them, now I have 8 bedverhogers and 1 ondersteekpan.
Finally, the last exciting event of the day: “Meneer,” came a voice through the bushes. It is our elderly neighbor. “Yes?” Dan answered. Insert Dutch here, with a few occasional recognizable words, like “telefoon”, “niet werk”, and “hulp”. He explains his Dutch is “niet goed”, hoping that that will cue her to slow down. It doesn’t. So he walks around to her house, finding them locked out. After some time of conversing about what to do, since the phones all over town are out so they cannot locate a spare key, he finds a way into the house, crawls through the window, and opens the door. From their reaction, it is obvious he saved their day. A little later, our landlady brings us 4 steaks: “With gratitude from the neighbors,” she says.
And that is an exciting day in the life of these Rhenen residents.
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