A Home For Shakespeare And A Home For Us

Saturday April 22nd –



It had been slightly suggested/half planned but not really, that Becca, Spencer and I would go into town for some ‘fun’ shopping opposed to Beccas regular rush for groceries and high priority needs only, since she’s got a toddler and the baby to lug around.

I readied myself and was just finishing my last bite of beautifully buttery toast when they arrived to pick me up.
Mike had the day off and I listed tasks he could do if he so chose, to occupy his day.
Country life may not be his strong point 😜

Becca proclaimed that since ‘she never knew what to buy me, as she doesn’t know my taste’ that she would be a dear and purchase a pot I’d seen and liked for Shakespeare, my mint plant… He’s very dramatic… one moment strong and reaching towards the sun and the next, he’s fallen down, his leaves turned floorward within not even hours of each other πŸ˜πŸ™„

At least I know what he wants, maybe I’ll actually be able to keep this plant alive 😬

(RIP to all my Orlandos, Bernard and one other plant who’s name I forget)

A weak reason to buy me a gift indeed, but a kindly gesture πŸ˜‰

We accomplished this and that, nothing monumental but still getting the little bits done that are oft pushed to the side during a busier trip.

Mikes ‘kind of’ boss was in town and wanted to meet up for lunch.. a.k.a, my bro 😏

Once we returned home, Mike was found working on the prototype for a project I’d wanted to try but didn’t really have any idea where to start, so we shall see how that progresses πŸ˜‰πŸ‘©πŸ»β€πŸŽ¨πŸ’‘

Not long after, Becca and Spencer returned, this time with Nathin, who wanted an espresso.

Espresso and ready-made creme brΓ»lΓ©es were served.

I should start a business 😏😜

After a short visit, they departed once again, since we’d already been together most of the day πŸ˜‹

While I’d been gone, Michiel had taken the time to finally sort through his clothing and put it in the drawer I’d emptied for him.

His folding skills may, or may not surpass mine… but if so, only minutely πŸ˜¬πŸ™ˆπŸ˜‰πŸ‘”






Sunday April 23rd –

Mother had gone to see father at his work site for the weekend, so it was a quiet Sunday morning with just Mike and I, no breakfast orders taken, no chauffeurs…πŸ˜‰

We attended church and I once again thought about how being able to join in the singing and understand the service was a blessing I’d taken for granted.

We had to leave church early, in order to go check out a house that was for sale and had peaked our interest.
We took the grand tour and left the place with lots to think about 🏠

Mulling more over the perks and downfalls, while eating some homemade soup and cheese melts for lunch, back at home.

We actually looked at one other house later in the afternoon as well.

We are in no real rush but we also wanted to look at the options available right now so we can think and pray about what to do next πŸ™‚

We’d picked up some more things needed for the ‘project’ while in town and Mike took a look at that, while I took a look at the inside of my eyelids 😏

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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