Dutch Lock Down Day Fourteen

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Today was Spring Forward in the Netherlands and, to celebrate, we all “slept in” an hour.

And, because there’s no school or daycare or work for the next who knows how long this will be the first ever and probably last time change that doesn’t absolutely WRECK us.

#SilverLining

But first, the news:

It is only SIX degrees here but the wind factor is rather fierce which means that, despite the sunniness, we’re all going to stay the fuck inside.

Which is unfortunate because there are bears to hunt.

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Dutch Lock Down Day Thirteen

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I’m doing much better now.

Whether it was because I hit a ‘bottom’ or that the funeral is passed or because it’s such a gorgeous sunny day out, I managed to get out of bed, shower, get dressed, and do a little work.

But first, the news:

A GISH friend reached out the other day and asked, “So, you all have been locked down much longer than the US (because we HAVEN’T been locked down AT ALL [stupid])…what have been your biggest struggles?”

Psychological!

I’m used to working from home ALONE.

The kids went into daycare and school and my partner went into his work. I went into the local cafes and the gym every single day.

Now I’ve got no introvert time and kids and partner here all the time.

I’m slowly figuring out how to cope.

Writing it out helps.

I figured out this morning that fresh baked bread makes me SO HAPPY.

I still have a lot more to figure out.

On the other hand, the twins and the oldest are having a BLAST. There’s a lot of confusion, sure, but they get to see us ALL THE TIME and SO MUCH SCREEN ACTION.

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Dutch Lock Down Day Twelve

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Today I SUPER crashed and by super crashed I mean instead of taking a shower or doing yin yoga or studying languages, I laid down in the bed and didn’t get up again until 1830 local.

But first, the news:

I found out last night that I got the date for my grandma’s funeral wrong.

It was today.

Not Saturday.

Today at 1000 UTC+4.

1500 local time.

Apparently that was too much for the depression and stress and such and I just laid back down and fell right the fuck asleep.

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Dutch Lock Down Day Eleven

The sunny ‘warm’ weather continues to wreak havoc on the STOP HANGING OUT ‘request’ from the Dutch government.

It would be so much easier if the weather would be normal – rainy grey, cold and miserable.

#DamnIt

But, first, the news:

I live in a ‘village’, not a city, way up north near Groningen and yesterday I walked over to the pharmacy to drop off my prescription.

When we go out for a walk, we don’t wear anything special, but when we go to the grocery store, we wear rubber gloves.

I also wear a face mask.

Also when we go grocery shopping, we go as early as possible to avoid crowds / people / contact / COVID19.

This time I went at 12:30 local.

While the streets were still relatively empty compared to a normal lunch hour on a sunny day, there were still couples walking closely to one another.

Which makes sense if they live together.

But, for example, there were three painters walking right next to one another on their lunch break.

I crossed the street.

Also people are not wearing any kind of protective gear – no gloves, no masks – and HAVE NO IDEA how react when they see someone walking around with both.

Mostly staring.

No hate, though.

Some immune compromised friends wearing gloves and masks in America have reported scoffs, fake coughs, and sneering comments.

Now?

REALLY?

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Dutch Lock Down Day Ten

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It hit me rather hard today that tonight I was supposed to spend the night in Amsterdam with the oldest and tomorrow morning we were supposed to fly to the States and this Saturday we were supposed to attend my grandma’s funeral and the next two weeks would’ve been lots of family time, shopping, and an entirely different kind of stress.

I think I’ll be okay once this Saturday passes.

My grandpa said he’d run a memorial service once all this passes.

Once my aunt, who lives in California, and I are able to fly again.

Once it’s safe to gather.

Once it’s safe.

But.

Until Saturday.

It’s a lot.