I could have slept until later, but I decided to get up at seven and start my day. Not that I was all that eager, because it is Sunday, after all, and it is going to be a lazy day and it doesn't matter what time I get up, but I really wanted to have a cup of coffee and a cigarette and sit behind the computer for a while. Besides, the Überhund was restless and so were the cats and they apparently wanted something to happen and I thought that meant food, so I fed them all and after that they all slowed down.
I love the way the Überhund goes comatose for a while after he has had his food. It's like it puts him into a stupor. He goes sound asleep and snores too. The cats get into my still warm bed and go to sleep, so the whole family is happy.
I should be taking a shower now and washing the hairspray out of my hair, but it will wait until later. It is always such a job to get my hair back into the shape I want it to after I have washed it. It's so soft and fine and I have to use the curling iron and wax and hairspray to get it to stay in place. Women do a lot of hard labor to look good.
I tried wearing extra night clothes to see if I would sleep better if I was extra warm, but I woke up in a sweat in the middle of the night and had to take off a T-shirt. So that experiment failed. Apparently, I am warm enough and extra heat does me no good. No men with extra body heat need apply.
It's -2 degrees Celsius outside and it is sunny. I would like to be oblivious of the cold, but I know I can't be and I will have to wear my gloves when I take the Überhund out. I don't mind the cold that much as long as there is no wind. Wind makes it worse and I would hate to live by the seashore where there is always a strong wind blowing off the North Sea. I know this, because my aunt lives there and she likes the wind and is always commenting on it. It makes her feel free like a bird.
I am definitely more of an inland person, as the sea somewhat scares me, not because I can't swim, but because it has something menacing. I always feel it as a threatening entity that is waiting to flood the country and very often I dream about that too. Where my aunt lives, there are dunes and dikes that are supposed to keep the sea away, but when you look at the water that is higher than the street level, you wonder if it is possible. If I lived there, that would be a constant worry I would have. People in England will also remember the terrible flood of 1953.
I bought some special coffee pads that were on sale and that should give me a better cup of coffee. I can't wait to try them to find out if that is really true, or if it is all nonsense. I have to finish the other bag of coffee pads first, though. I can't be caught cheating. The best coffee in the Netherlands comes from Douwe Egberts and that is where these pads are from. If you ever want to try Dutch coffee, look for that brand. It makes the best cup of coffee, so my expectations are high. Usually, I buy the store brand, which is okay, but I want my coffee to taste extra special and strong.
Well, I must hit the shower now and then walk the Überhund with wet hair. I will put my warm woolly hat on.
Have a great Sunday.
Ciao...
