|Summer, in the rain.|
|The convertible mini cooper, in the rain.|
|The traffic, in the rain.|
Good grief there's a lot of energy that gets burned in a move, lots of things happening at the same time and going in different directions. Health insurance, a smooth transition for the kids, a coatrack (for all the raingear and coats in August/September). My thoughts are as jumbled as my files. Meanwhile, my to-do list is longer than a Dutchman's leg--and growing. So this is partly why I haven't had really special photos to show you. But it's been raining here, too. A lot. More than usual. The rain barely pauses, and then only to switch to Chicago-style gusts of wind, because a proper Dutch day has all four seasons. And then some. And oh, dear, I'd forgotten how to dress for this ongoing climatogical change; me and my silly, filmy, country summer wear. But it's coming back to me. And so is my affection for this laid-back, at times grouchy (can you blame them with this weather?), always engaging city.