Sometimes you just have to write…
Today is the first day of the month and the weather overnight was well below freezing, so we’re still nowhere near springtime here in the perpetually-frozen northeast of the Netherlands.
On the other hand, it’s not raining, which, in Holland, is always something to celebrate. We rarely see such a bright blue sky as I can see from my window right now.
April is my favorite month. It’s partly for the reason everyone would give: the arrival of spring. But spring seems to have changed its mind this year, so that reason doesn’t seem to apply right now.
It’s also partly because my birthday is in April. Even at my age, when birthdays seem to have become something to fear, I love my birthday.
I suppose it has to do with cake. On my birthday, I always bake myself an American cake: a layer cake with frosting between the layers and lots of frosting on top. I use a mix, but, to be honest, the mix comes out better than cakes I bake from scratch.
(I hasten to point out that I bake it for myself not because I’m a sad, lonely loser for whom no one else would bake a cake. It’s because that’s the way it’s done here: people bake or buy a cake for themselves and offer slices with coffee to their visitors and family.)
Certainly, I can eat cake on other days besides my birthday. I do, in fact, sometimes, when it’s someone else’s birthday. The difference is that on my birthday, I can eat cake without guilt. It’s my cake, and I enjoy it.
My trip to the US
This year, I’ve been looking forward to April for months because I’m going to visit the US for the first time in four years.
April Fool’s Day
April Fool’s Day is today. This is something I’ve never done much about, or at least not since pulling some rather lame jokes in elementary school. I watch out for the prank stories in the newspapers, but that’s about it.
Our “extra son,” on the other hand, is clearly used to doing some significant pranks each year, so I’m a bit on my guard today. You can see in the photo what greeted my husband going down the stairs today. It was only partly successful: a bit lumpy to look real, so it brought a laugh rather than a shriek of horror. On the other hand, the scenario is altogether believable because of the frequency with which “extra son” trips and hurts himself on the stairs.
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