Not that they have anything in common.
Last night Maarten and I went out to dinner and a movie. Before the previews there was a Heineken commercial, and it made me chuckle. In the Netherlands, such an advertisement would have been aimed at reminding the movie goers how thirsty they are so that they´d go out to buy a refreshing beer at the concessions stand. Much more direct and efficient advertising, I´d say, than hoping the American viewers will, 2 hours later, remember how cool and refreshing that Heineken sounded. Anyway, so yeah, even though I never bought a beer at the movies, I miss the novelty of it. And you know what else I got used to and now miss that I first found annoying? Intermission. Especially when it is a 2 1/2 hour show.
And then about Sinterklaas (check out other Sinterklaas stories in my archives… always a good time). He safely arrived in the Netherlands this weekend. So I went down to the basement and dug out the Sinterklaas books and things. I didn´t know how the kids would take it, not being over there, but they seem to be able to seamlessly adapt it all to their present situation. When can we set our shoes, mama? On the Fifth of December. Oh yeah. Now you are Sinterklaas and I´m Zwarte Piet and this is the bag full of presents and Papa sets his shoe…
Oh yes. I remember this.
And this afternoon they donned their caps as soon as we got home from church and went to work, climbing the enormous piles of branches filling our yard from our work trimming our lilac hedge. It made my heart happy. Happy sad, as Sam and Noa like to say.