The Dramatic Side Of The Life Scale

Monday 23rd-





Rain rain go away… I’m starting to believe what everyone says about Holland being a dreary rainy place.
I thought perhaps it was just the winter season that was lacking sunlight but this spring has proved to be much the same πŸ™„

I went out to send some mail and on my walk there I picked some new blooms for inside the house.

The pathway was covered in scattered wisteria petals due to the rain, making it look awfully dreamy πŸ˜‹


I really liked these dark pink ones I foundπŸ‘ŒπŸ» 

I took the pretty flowers and lack of things to do as my opportunity to take some photos of my ‘Mrs Box’ from Mike ☺️ 

Supper was buffalo cauliflower, lemon and cream cheese salmon and garlic toast.


 
It all turned out decently, nothing going too awry which always makes the supper process more pleasant 😏

Later that evening Mike and I went for a jog in the rain.
I have decided that though I don’t like DAYS spent with rain I do not mind running in it.
The light drops keep you cool and somehow make it seem like more of a battle of the elements.
That’s just me though and I tend to see things on the more dramatic side of the life scale 😜

Seen this cute little Volkswagen 😊 

 That’s something I don’t mind about Holland, the amount of classic, old, restored cars 😏

Got back from the run in one piece and cooled off before spending the rest of the evening thinking about food and writing.

Dad was available for FaceTime so we called him and caught up for a while πŸ˜ŠπŸ’•πŸ“±

 

 

Tuesday 24th-

 

 

More morning/afternoon drawing inspired by the Flow Sketchbook. 


No more chai latte mix left πŸ˜”

Attempted to chat with mom but just when we decided to, the Internet cut out and that was the end of that πŸ™„

I still had the couscous we had purchased a couple of weeks ago so I looked up some recipes on how to prepare it.
It came with some seasonings, veggies and dried fruits so I pretty much stuck to that, adding in carrots.
It was actually pretty good!
I still prefer rice but it was nice for a change😊Lemon chicken was served with it and supper was enjoyed by both of us πŸ΄πŸ‹

We eventually talked each other into going out for a short, but fast paced 2km jog and it felt more tiring than any of the previous longer jogs πŸ˜₯

Author: jessicapeters95

Hello humans 😊 This is where you learn about me I suppose, though anyone reading this right now most likely knows all the boring details ;) I am Jessica Rose Peters-Hagenouw. (Always thought I'd be able to pronounce my married name but hey, life doesn't go as we plan.) June 11, 1995, tis the day Robert and Bonnie Peters received the most adorable, amazing, wonderful, surprise 3rd child they could have dreamed of. Speaking of being the third child, I have an older brother and an older sister. Both of whom are married and have wee little families of their own, making 'Aunty Jess' another name I go by. I grew up and have lived all of my years up till November 2015 in Saskatchewan, Canada. Making summers that are extremely short and winters that never end, vast open spaces, northern lights, unthinkable amounts of mosquitoes, lakes, forests and people waving to you on the grid road all different things that mean = Home. But Home is not where I'll be for some time. My husband is a Dutchman, living in Europe. Therefore I too have been living in Europe for the last few months. The reason I started this little blog/journal/writing thing, is to document a bit of my "whole new world," for those at home who wont be awake at 3:00 am wanting to hear about how I couldn't find flour at the grocery store. Thanks for stopping by and taking a peek into my little life 😊

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