The beautiful Drentish countryside

Yesterday -after a troubled and short night's sleep, but more about that maybe in a later post- early in the morning NoKey and I rode the 8.15 train to the north, up up north. At half past ten we arrived in a traintaxi at my grandmother's door, and were right in time for coffee in the back yard.
The butterflies danced above the grass, the corn at the end of grandma's back yard waved in the wind, and neighbours and the reverend walked in without calling - just like it has always gone at the countryside. NoKey and I basked in the sun and the fresh air and the sun, sipping our warm tea or coffee, talking about the samurai we played at Drachenfest and showing grandma the pictures. Something as abstract as live roleplay is very hard to understand for grandma, but I think she thinks of it like a Shakespeare play.

My late grandfather - who passed away in March - had made movies on 8mm tape and the Drentish archives had asked whether they could have them in safe-keeping (maybe a year or so back). So they had sorted them and looked what was on the tapes. Then the tapes were collected by the DA, who stored them well. In return, they got the entire collection on Dvd (a copy of the dvd that would be stored in the archives - the films will never be shown again themselves because they're really old). I was curious to these dvd's and we spent the rest of the morning watching films of "the Nijmeijers" - films of the goings-on on the farm they had. How neighbours would just come over to help with the cows or the hay or the chickens. My uncle and father as youngsters, before they were both married and at least sixty pounds lighter.

In the afternoon we looked at my cousin's and her boyfriend's new house - they have been working on the garden and the pond they made looks really fine. Grandma had a lot of trouble walking though - she uses a stick nowadays - and leaned on it when we stood talking to Linda and Danny. Johan also came home from school and had noticed us, he was amazed - as was Linda - that we were there. After all it was just another Tuesday. But we invited Johan over to Rotterdam to see our appartment and everything. Linda and Danny are getting married - how strange is that?

After a slice of bread in the evening my aunt Hennie took us to the station where we enjoyed a hot cocoa before travelling back. Grandma gave us ten really fresh eggs, and we ate four boiled ones this morning...yummmm.

Troubled sleeps - to the readers of this journal - concerning Aisha.

The night before last I couldn't sleep. I was tired but also very stressed out about something. While talking I found out what it was exactly. The truth is that with all these changes in Dolle Griet and pasje I have been quite stressed.

There are a couple of good reasons why Aisha/pasje is no longer a part of Dolle Griet. I will not repeat them here for the public to see. Ragar and I made this discicion together and think it is the right one. We want to build Dolle Griet to a nice business, devoting at least three days a week to it.

The sad thing is that though Aisha said at the meeting we had about this, that she understood, in her livejournal I read things that hurt me. I realize perfectly well that journals are the privilige of the writer (they write them for themselves and not for anyone else), and therefor I find it strange to read in her journal that I or we apparantly hurt Aisha a lot. Especially when I see that she doesn't want or dares to write me personally about this.

I think it is sad that she feels this way about it, and that she doesn't want to tell me to my face. I will not sling mud at her, or her company. That is not the way the world works. I'm just sad about it.

When, after talking about half an hour to an hour about this in the dark comfortable bedroom, I realised this, I felt better.
I hope that we can still be collegues of different companies - and not competitors.