Holidays and the weather

I admit I have a fixation about the weather. I check the forecast a lot. I like to be prepared, in normal life but even more so on holidays. Holidays, that’s the key-word here. We will be leaving for Italy in a couple of days, and of course the visits to my preferred weather-website now also include the place where we will be staying, plus some place we want to visit. I want to know what kind of clothes to pack, when to plan which day trip. Yes, say it, I am a control freak. Guilty as charged.

But the whole weather business got me thinking: Have you noticed that people do not only care about the weather at their holiday destination – they also want to know how the weather  is/was like at home. So when they come back, one of the first questions they will ask is: “By the way, how was the weather here?” If the answer is “great, we had lovely, sunny weather”, they will nod politely. But look at them when you tell them “horrible, cold, rainy and stormy”. They will say something like “oh, what I pity”, but in their eyes you will see a spark of deep satisfaction. Because that is what they want. Great weather during their holidays and everyone else suffering.

Why is this? Why do we care? Why not just be happy if we have a great holiday? I guess it is a question of choice again. If we have a great time and the ones at home sit in the rain, we did the right thing: we choose to be away and we choose the right place to go. If we have a great time, and the ones at home too, well, that is ok, but not the optimum. We just could have stayed at home then too, right? And if, worst thing that can happen holiday-wise, we sit in the rain and see the money we payed drifting gently away, plus the others at home have the sun we ordered for us – oh my, definitely the wrong choice. Should have stayed at home. Bad, bad. And we hate it if we make wrong choices, do we? Can’t stand it at all.

So, if one of your friends comes back from holidays and ask you about the weather, be a kind soul: No matter how sunny and warm it was, just wave your hand at say “utterly rubbish”. It will make your friend  very happy. And isn’t that what counts?

And know please excuse me. I need to check the weather forecast for Italy again (not brilliant, I am afraid… but maybe it will rain in Holland too…) 😉


The Adventure Continues…

We really did it. Last Friday we signed a lot of papers – and we got ourselves a house! (Oh well, a lot of it actually belongs to the bank, but that is not the way it fells anyway…)

Our house. I can really say it now. I can say “the rain will be good for our garden”…. A house where we can change things if we want, a garden for me to dig around. – And it is so pretty! The previous owners left it in a great state, so we do not need to start from “nothing”.

Before Friday, there was a manic frenzy of paperwork and things to be considered, of “will this work out” and “are we going to make this appointment” (with husband suddenly having to travel a lot). Now, there is even more to be organised: getting some minor repairs done to the new house, starting the moving business – there are so many people that have to be notified, companies that have to be contacted, contracts that have to be moved with us (think gas, electricity, water, telephone… the lot). And so much to be sorted, thrown away (old paper!) or given away (some of the boys’ old toys).

On top of it all, the in-laws will be coming to visit over Easter – in the old apartment, in its strange in-between stage of half filled boxes and half empty shelves. This is definitely not going to be an elegant Easter celebration. 😉 Plus we had planned to go on holiday after Easter. Planned and booked everything before we even had the slightest inclination of buying a house. So, instead of finishing our boxes, we will be travelling south.  Completely crazy, on the one hand, but maybe also a nice break. But needs some organising too.

So, busy, busy, still very busy – but with a nice picture of our garden in my head, ideas forming of how the house will look like with us (and our stuff) in it.

My plans for a quiet, relaxed and very creative spring have turned upside down.

Not quiet at all.

And, to be honest, not so very creative, if you look at the writing side. Don’t even find much time for my blog. Having finally gotten myself one of the (hopefully) last cold bugs hopping around these days does not really help (sneeze, cough).

But the whole house business is creative in its own way, if you look at it from another angle. So I choose to fill the small notebook I am carrying around with me with measurements and lists of things to do and people to contact, instead of story snippets and dialogues. But story time will come again. Maybe the notebook will then be filled with house things.

Doesn’t matter. I got another one for Christmas (seems like a long time ago). Still empty, waiting to be filled.