Tuesday, January 08, 2008

coughing-in the new year

I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday! Daniel and I had such a great time. We went to Stevensville for Christmas, and it was amazing to have everyone back together this year. What a blessing. After the 25th we went to Chicago for 3 days just to have a little vacation. The weather was pretty cold and snowy, but we had a great time. Highlights included cajun food from Heaven on 7, a rock and roll exhibit at the Contemporary Museum of Art, and a wonderful used bookstore. It was great to just get away and rest. Our first afternoon there, we walked from the train station to our hotel (the Allerton - an old Chicago hotel), and ended up just watching a movie on TV and talking and sleeping. At one point Daniel said to me... "look around. There's nothing you need to do!" What a relief.

We spent New Year's eve at our friend's house here in Grand Rapids. For the first time I experienced the amazing taste of Oli Bolli (I have no idea how to spell that). It's sort-of a Dutch doughnut with currants and powdered sugar. Delicious!

But the last 3 days, I've been sick with a flu/cold. Now poor Daniel is sick too. so we've watched a lot of TV (NOTHING is on in the afternoon on basic cable), reading, and sleeping like hibernating bears. I totally missed the warm weather we've had here. To be honest, it's nice to have some time to just think and rest, even under the influence of TheraFlu and lots of tea. Plus, I've had a chance to read a bit... my friend Kirsten from work lent me the first book in the Cornish Trilogy called "The Rebel Angels". It's set in the context of a university and has only provoked my longing to go to graduate school.

so I will actually be happy to get back to work after the confines of our upstairs room. This weekend Katy has her Miss Stevensville pageant, so we will be cheering for her between coughs. She'll probably win, because she is the most beautiful, smart, and talented girl I know.

1 comment:

Erin G said...

it's oliebollen (singular oliebol). it translates to oil balls, but don't think about it that way or it's just gross. the dutch don't like to pronounce the -en at the ends of words, so if you can't spell it, just consider yourself normal.

being married to a dutchman has also made me a huge fan of several deep-fried dutch favorites!