Despite the abundance of water in our neighbourhood (and I’m not talking about the amount of rain this winter, that also fell in abundance) a water pump was installed in our local shopping centre last year. Daughter is now big enough to operate it herself. It took a while to convince her we needed to get the groceries.
Tonight I enjoyed a girls only dinner since the Man was having his with his colleagues. We put on a dinner playlist from spotify. Not too loud, because “we want to have a nice chat during dinner”, as Daughter put it.
After dinner I cleaned the kitchen and Daughter was buried in a book she selected from the library last week (a pink book about a princess with lots of glitter on all the pages, who wouldn’t want to read that!?). It was right then when I realised how happy I felt by doing the ordinary things.
Being very much aware how frail life is, I embraced this totally ordinary evening to the fullest. Hugging Daughter, participating in her role playing game (she is Sinterklaas, I’m Piet), brushing her teeth, reading her stories, kissing her good night. When I think of it all these rituals are extraordinary. They build a connection between two human beings that will last a lifetime, however long that may be.
The Dutch national weather service published a very simple visual that underlines temperatures are rising. A colored bar code of average temperature per year, from 1901 to 2019.
Apparently this visualisation stems from Ed Hawkins, a climate scientist in the National Centre for Atmospheric Science (NCAS) at the University of Reading. A very powerful visualization.
The Dutch version covers roughly a century of data, on Ed Hawkins’ blog you find a visualisation of UK data that goes all the way back to 1772.
The envy I have when looking at the work of geniuses! This is a tiny etching by Rembrandt. The darkness is created by scratching endless crosshatched lines in the copperplate. Amazing.
I woke up to a lot of missed calls from my brothers this morning. My father was taken to hospital. He has a weak heart and this morning, while sleeping, something triggered his heart to beat the wrong way and subsequently things got worse. He passed out. Then the ICD, implanted last year after a similar situation on a train, shocked his heart back to life. Life saved. Yay for cyborg dad.