Just the other day
in the corner of my eye
I saw something passing
't was time flying by
The inhabitants of some towns and villages in Zeelandic Flanders have nicknames, depending on where they live.
Here is a short overview (far from complete I think and the translation of the nicknames is a fairly free interpretation to stay as close to the orignal meaning as possible)
I'm always open to additions, corrections, etc... You can use the contact form or leave a reply.
Although it has been about 6 months since I've last rode my trike, the cycling bug starts biting again. It seems that this bug may slumber but will never die (fortunately). In the meantime, it's wintertime. So short days and many dark hours. Especially for an convicted early bird like me. That's why I've been looking into lighted flagpoles for my trike to get a bit more visibility and safety.
It's been years since I've last bought a vinyl record. But recently I came across a live Santana album at the Aldi. A concert from 1978. And as I've recently bought a record player again I thought "Let's get this one". To me, playing these vinyl records has it's own charm: wiping the dust of the record, putting the needle into the groove, relax and enjoy!
From life's lessons
there's one thing I know
looked upon with loving light
even from a teardrop
a rainbow can grow
For the last couple of weeks at work, I've been busy moving the warehouse from one building to another. It's proven to be quite the job, also because of less than perfect communication and co-operation from those "on the higher levels". But me being me, I'm going for it with. Putting some muscle into it with some music and a big wink to reality. Just going for it...
While it's pouring with rain here at the moment, I'm happy that we finished the build of a new garden shed in time. The shed that came with the house when we moved in here 13 years ago had seen better days, so we demolished it last year. Only the floor remained.
Last week I bought myself a new toy for some "old-fashioned" entertainment: A record player! So time to blow the dust off of the old vinyl. A big box with long-play records and a little case filled to the brim with 45 rpm singles. It's gonna be a trip down memory lane while listening to and digitizing my musical preferences from my youth.
Recently, we've cut down one of the trees in our garden that grew way to big. Which left us with a huge pile of cuttings. One option is to bring it to the recycle centre and use the bigger logs for the wood burning stove, but I wanted to do something different. A bit inspired by the BBC programme Money For Nothing.
On the last day of another year of living, some strange thoughts bubble up in my mind. One thing I've noticed over the years is that the younger you are the more you look forward to your birthday. And when you get older, that enthusiasm decreases very fast. Mental health on the other hand seems to go along a reverse line.
I've been riding a trike since november 2016 now. And as with most of the bikes I have or had, it's been gradually modified to my needs and wants. The trike itself as delivered by Rudy from Jouta Ligfietsen was pretty good to start with:
First, let this old fart explain something to those who don't recognize this logo or know the the name "Winamp" . Once upon a time (that used to mean more than 30 years ago, nowadays it's hardly a decade ago ) there was a piece of software to organise your music files and listen to them, called Winamp. A very nice and versatile piece of software I might add. With the rise of the Android smartphones, an app was published. But at one time, Winamp died (not a clue as to why, but if anyone wants to find out, you might find the answer in the still active forum) it was even before streaming and such became a "thing".
Sometimes a hidden surprise pops up that brings back a lot of memories. Today my wife was organizing a folders containing some old genealogy information. Also in that folder was an old song from the Engineer Corps from the Dutch army. This made me remember my time in the army with the 11th Engineering Battalion in the late 80's. Man, what a long time ago!
Yesterday I went out for an easy and relaxed trike tride. Left a bit later than I planned (5:20 am) but it was still nice and quiet on the road. Some of the crossings on the N62 road were closed resulting in quite a hectic weekend in my village of Westdorpe due to heavy traffic. So I decided to ride the country roads and went east to greet the rising sun should the clouds give way.
Riding the road to nowhere
can take you anywhere
and holds surprises everywhere
For a long time, I've tried to do my 60km commute as often by bike as possible. But I'm on the other side of the “magical” or “big” 50 now and struggling a bit with my body. So more and more people ask me why I don’t buy an electric assist bike. To be honest, I’ve been thinking about it now and then, but I don’t like the thought of it.
I know, listening to music while cycling is a touchy subject. A lot has been said about it on the net (even some seriously overheated debates), but it's a common sight on the streets and bicycle lanes these days. And yes, I listen to music while cycling too. Mostly on my morning commute that is.
This week hasn't been a very good one. I've been sniffling since last weekend, but last Tuesday, on my way to work, I stopped to fill up my car and I started sweating all over while shaking on my legs.