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Major blisters on the back of my heels from my boots. Everything else is fine, but that part rubs like a demon, and I wish I knew why. There's some sort of reinforcing in the boots there, that might be it, and I was wearing thicker socks than usual. Still, I have gotten into better shape and can nearly lace them without any gapping in the boots/tongue thing. ( Big calves, I have, from being, y'know...active.seriously.)

woke this morning early to await going to schipol for oma's return to canada except THAT fucking half of the fam didn't tell US when the flight was, or when they'd be there. I swear, email? text? internet? phone? can you just try?

So we didn't go and just as well. The house I'm at now, Chris, on my opa's side, has two adopted kids, and it got me wondering why Oma's so bitchy about the idea. We certainly don't need her approval or acceptance, but I find her reaction of horror and disgust and discomfort at the idea odd. Like, what, will people talk of my failure to sprout from my own loins? because hey, they can say that to my face. Do I care? and I realize more and more her deep rooted need for everyone to find god to be good people is basically lip service, because I've seen her act as cruel as can be to someone who is in need.

which sort of reaffirms that most catholics or christians I meet who make a big stinking stink over their godly status are the ones who you most should watch out for the knife in your back. Time and time again, those who proclaim god on their side, to all and sundry, aloud, are the cruelest, self serving mean sorts going. I'm not sure that their churches are teaching morality at all. They have done things I wouldn't dream of.

Go fig.

To add to weird, my Opa was a profoundly stern conservative control freak but the family on his side, whom staying with, are the most laid back, tolerant, fun sorts, and I'm having a blast with people who are less on the pickyjudgy and more on the "do what makes YOU happy" sorts.

All good.

We had a blast at the Bloemencorso last night and I'd have loved to see the floats in daytime but my blistered aching feet were having none of it. So I'll shower, and go study and recuperate, next week is busy enough.

I can cinch my belt to notch 4 now. No wonder, with all the walking. I'm running low on groceries AND money, erk. Paypal better hurry up. Tomorrow or tuesday, I think. All good. Thursday my rockin husband sends a bit more.

And canada post? Yeah, can't deliver within toronto point to point it seems.Fucking livid over that, I am. I don't know why its such a fucking challenge. One may wonder.

Tomorrow is a day at home mostly, to get study done, and some laundry. Yay. Um boooring!

This week, amsterdam on tuesday and maybe a second day since I've spent very little time IN the city. And I have to figure out when to head to Utrecht too. I'd like to be in AMS for koninginndag, ( queens day) and May there's a Passa Mala? indonesian market in Den Haag that Chris and Enid want to go to, yearly thing, and paris and london, of which both I've changed to slightly shorter trips because busy here too.

The time, flies. 7 weeks left.i willl be glad to get home except SNOWING IN APRIL? THE HELL????

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Major blisters on the back of my heels from my boots. Everything else is fine, but that part rubs like a demon, and I wish I knew why. There's some sort of reinforcing in the boots there, that might be it, and I was wearing thicker socks than usual. Still, I have gotten into better shape and can nearly lace them without any gapping in the boots/tongue thing. ( Big calves, I have, from being, y'know...active.seriously.)

woke this morning early to await going to schipol for oma's return to canada except THAT fucking half of the fam didn't tell US when the flight was, or when they'd be there. I swear, email? text? internet? phone? can you just try?

So we didn't go and just as well. The house I'm at now, Chris, on my opa's side, has two adopted kids, and it got me wondering why Oma's so bitchy about the idea. We certainly don't need her approval or acceptance, but I find her reaction of horror and disgust and discomfort at the idea odd. Like, what, will people talk of my failure to sprout from my own loins? because hey, they can say that to my face. Do I care? and I realize more and more her deep rooted need for everyone to find god to be good people is basically lip service, because I've seen her act as cruel as can be to someone who is in need.

which sort of reaffirms that most catholics or christians I meet who make a big stinking stink over their godly status are the ones who you most should watch out for the knife in your back. Time and time again, those who proclaim god on their side, to all and sundry, aloud, are the cruelest, self serving mean sorts going. I'm not sure that their churches are teaching morality at all. They have done things I wouldn't dream of.

Go fig.

To add to weird, my Opa was a profoundly stern conservative control freak but the family on his side, whom staying with, are the most laid back, tolerant, fun sorts, and I'm having a blast with people who are less on the pickyjudgy and more on the "do what makes YOU happy" sorts.

All good.

We had a blast at the Bloemencorso last night and I'd have loved to see the floats in daytime but my blistered aching feet were having none of it. So I'll shower, and go study and recuperate, next week is busy enough.

I can cinch my belt to notch 4 now. No wonder, with all the walking. I'm running low on groceries AND money, erk. Paypal better hurry up. Tomorrow or tuesday, I think. All good. Thursday my rockin husband sends a bit more.

And canada post? Yeah, can't deliver within toronto point to point it seems.Fucking livid over that, I am. I don't know why its such a fucking challenge. One may wonder.

Tomorrow is a day at home mostly, to get study done, and some laundry. Yay. Um boooring!

This week, amsterdam on tuesday and maybe a second day since I've spent very little time IN the city. And I have to figure out when to head to Utrecht too. I'd like to be in AMS for koninginndag, ( queens day) and May there's a Passa Mala? indonesian market in Den Haag that Chris and Enid want to go to, yearly thing, and paris and london, of which both I've changed to slightly shorter trips because busy here too.

The time, flies. 7 weeks left.i willl be glad to get home except SNOWING IN APRIL? THE HELL????