Happy & Healthy

DO YOU CALL THIS SPRING? IT'S PURE DECEPTION AND THAT'S IT!

Okay, as a true Dutchman, I need to get something off my chest. So I cycled to work this morning. Well. Aside from the fact that I always have to cycle forty minutes there and forty minutes back (I need to lose weight) and I also have a mega crappy bike (I'm too lazy to arrange a new one), I also had to go THROUGH THE RAIN. And in my life, that's just a problem. And I think in your life too. Or am I crazy?

I don't know about you, but I've been looking forward to the spring whole damn winter with my good behavior. I hold on with all my strength to the idea that soon the sun will shine again. That those stupid thick sweaters can go into the closet. That the long pants can be exchanged for flowy dresses. That by the end of May, I can surely go out with bare legs. But this morning I looked outside, and what did my eye see? Rain. Umbrellas. And then I thought: NO. THREE TIMES NO.

However, it's May twenty-five, people. May 25! It's almost June! It's almost summer! It's almost September! We should really have sweet salty summer evenings on the beach by now. With greasy white wine and a divine fish from the outdoor grill. Because fish must swim, says May-Britt. And after all that wine drinking, we should of course chill hard in our hammock until the sun sets.

”And after all that wine drinking, we should of course chill hard in our hammock until the sun sets”

But no. None of that. We're of course back inside with a blanket on the couch, pretending to be cozy and snug by the wood stove or fireplace (not me, of course, I don't have one). For the sake of it, we do drink some white wine. Because it is May 25. But wouldn't you just grab the whiskey out of pure despair? And a good book?

I checked the weather report. And according to me, it's going to be completely BAL this weekend. With loads, tons, what am I saying (stay focused now) liters of rain. You know what it is? I think we're being deceived. It's pure deception, this spring of ours. And summer too, mind you, summer too. Just do the math. They say spring starts on March 21. Well, where is it then? Do you see it, do I see it? Not to mention summer. It starts on June 21, but if we can go outside with bare legs then, we should count our blessings. And no, don't think that autumn will wait until September 21. No, that will have long started by then. The filthy thing.

Alright, I just had to get that off my chest.
I'm indeed going to buy whiskey. A nice Scottish one.

Written by: Renske Hoff