28 April 2011

Tulips



Since Jim and I enjoyed our visit to the tulip fields so much last year . . .


we wanted to be sure the rest of the family got to see them too.


We definitely were not disappointed.


The fields were just as beautiful again this year.


We decided this may have been our favorite color.


You really do have to see them to believe it.


They still amaze me.


It was another wonderful day :)

27 April 2011

Pasen

Ross planned a nice day in Leuven on Easter Sunday. We attended an Easter service at the church Sint-Pieterskerk.


The first church on this site was built in 986. Also known as the Leuven Cathedral, the present church was built mainly in the 15th century and has stood the test of time through fires and severe damage during both World Wars.


We were glad we arrived a little early because the place was packed by the time the service started.

One of the oldest objects in the vast art collection in this church is a 12th-century wooden head, being the only remainder of a crucifix burnt in WWI.

There is also Nicolaas de Bruyne's 1442 sculpture of the Madonna and Child. The theme is still used today as the emblem of Katholieke Universiteit Leuven.


I know this is a really tiny picture, but this is the emblem for KULeuven - the Madonna and Child.
Or as Ross affectionately refers to it - "our mascot".

The service was primarily in Flemish, but several parts were also translated into English. Who would have thought it? We were very appreciative.

This group of international folk dancers processed into the church prior to the service, then gathered outside after the service for music and dance.


Filmed between the Cathedral and the elaborately carved Town Hall.
The lady in the turquoise jacket appears to have happened upon this event and isn't sure what to do.


Afterwards they posed for this photo.

After the church service, we had a really nice lunch, but I have no photo to prove it! Frazier was an angel for the entire meal. The food was delicious and Josh had the traditional Easter menu - konijn. Also known as rabbit.

No, it wasn't the Easter bunny.

Well, as far as I know it wasn't.


Randi came bearing gifts once again for all the special occasions we will not be together to celebrate. As always, they are special and perfect for the receiver of the gift.


We dye Easter eggs every year and this year was no exception.
Randi, Frazier, and Ross doing the honors in Ross's kitchen.


Mission accomplished.


We took our eggs to Bokrijk Park near Hasselt to hide and find. As you can see, Frazier is a natural at egg-hunting.

The weather was beautiful and it was yet another very nice day :)

Down by the Sea


After our visit to the tulip fields we headed to the beach.


The North Sea beach and stayed in the town of Noordwijk, Netherlands. The weather was beautiful and just warm enough.


Taking it all in.


The fam, including the hondje.


No shortage of shells by the seashore.


This was successful. No one got wet!


The sunset was spectacular.


We shined up the bus . . .


and were on our way.

26 April 2011

BBQ with the bezoekers and the buren

BBQ with the visitors and the neighbors.

We've hardly stopped for the past few days! And of course, it's been great :)

Beginning with a barbeque with our neighbors.


They live right next door to us, but they also have another house about 20 minutes away.
That is where we had the BBQ.


Annemie had no idea what Frazier likes, but somehow she picked the perfect little gift - bubbles! Sadly it didn't take long to spill the bubbles all over his clothes.


It was a little chilly for this outfit.


So Opa grilled his clothes to dry them out.


Done!


While we waited, Frazier tried out this trike. When I thought about how Frazier looked in this get-up, we attempted to explain the term "white trash". I decided it best not to use that term ever again.


It was a nice evening. We always appreciate our neighbors treating us like family and always treating our family like family too.

23 April 2011

Ze zijn hier!


They are here!


This is the picture I took at the airport as they exited.
Proven amateur photographer.


Then I took this one.
Some improvement, I think. At least these people are recognizable.


And then I took this one.
Photo not too bad.
And he looks very good for having been on a plane for the last day!


We wasted no time getting Winslow in the swing of things.


And despite no nap yet, we're already enjoying the nice park near our house and the warm weather!


Yeah, it was a very good day :)

19 April 2011

Comp'ny's Comin'

In a couple of days, we're having company.

He's about 3 feet tall.

And he's bringing his parents.

My posts may be hit-or-miss, but I hope to be back soon . . .

with lots of pictures.

Smile for me :)

17 April 2011

Doctors Orders


When my brother went into the hospital with pneumonia, he quickly contracted four other infections in the intensive care unit. Anguished, I asked a young doctor why this was happening. Wearing a white lab coat and a blue tie, he did a show-and-tell. He leaned over Michael and let his tie brush my sedated brother's hospital gown. "It could be anything," he said. "It could be my tie spreading germs." I was dumbfounded. "Then why do you wear a tie?" I asked. He shrugged and left for rounds.

Michael died in that I.C.U. A couple years later, I read reports about how neckties and lab coats worn by doctors and clinical workers were suspected as carriers of deadly germs. Infections kill 100,000 patients in hospitals and other clinics in the U.S. every year. A 2004 study of New York City doctors and clinicians discovered that their ties were contagious with at least one type of infectious microbe. Four years ago, the British National Health System initiated a "bare below the elbow" dress code barring ties, lab coats, jewelry on the hands and wrists, and long fingernails.

The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention says that health care workers, even doctors and nurses, have a "poor" record of obeying hand-washing rules. A report in the April issue of Health Affairs indicated that one out of every three people suffer a mistake during a hospital stay. I saw infractions of the rules in the I.C.U. where Michael died, but I never called out anyone. I was too busy trying to ingratiate myself with the doctors, nurses, and orderlies, irrationally hoping that they'd treat my brother better if they liked us.

Commenting on the new report on hospital errors, CNN's senior medical correspondent, Elizabeth Cohen, instructed viewers to "ask doctors and nurses to wash their hands" if they haven't. "They sometimes will actually give you a hard time, believe it or not," she said, "and they say, 'My gloves are on. I'm clean.' 'Well, I didn't see you put those gloves on. What if you put those on with dirty hands?' "

I called Cohen, the author of "The Empowered Patient," to ask her the best way to confront those taking care of you or family members. She said that you have to get over the "waiter spitting in your soup scenario," that the medical professionals will somehow avenge themselves, by giving less attention, if you insult them. "There are all sorts of reasons we default to being quiet," she said. "It is general etiquette not to correct another adult, especially when this is their profession. But when the consequences are so grave, you have to summon up your courage." You could say that you are a germaphobe, she suggested, and ask if they could please just indulge you?

This is an excerpt from a recent article in the New York Times written by Maureen Dowd. It's not my story, but I have a similar one. Someone near and dear to me died in a hospital I.C.U. of an infection from unknown origins.

My parents' generation almost never questions a physician or other clinician. Whatever he says, goes.

My generation rarely questions a physician or other clinician. Whatever he/she says, usually goes.

My children's generation will question a physician and other clinicians. And they should. Yeah, they're smarter than the average bear, but they can't know and do everything and sometimes . . . they don't wash their hands.

Proven to be the single most important way to prevent the spread of germs, it's also the easiest. I worked in two different hospitals. In the administrative area - not the clinical. I was very careful to wash my hands after venturing out of my office. One hospital I worked in had a strict dress code for non-clinical workers. These are the ones I remember most:

No open-toed shoes
No sleeveless shirts

Perhaps both of these should be a general rule for all the public. Some toes are more attractive than others and I know my triceps have never lent themselves to being bared in public.

The other hospital I worked in had no dress code for non-clinical workers. That always bothered me. I even tried to appeal to my boss to do something about it, but it never happened while I was there.

Here in Belgium, we've had a couple of experiences in the local hospital. From what I can see, hand-washing is not at the top of the list and open-toed shoes may actually be mandatory in good weather.

I'm not suggesting that disgusting feet and exposed armpits are causing infections to rise in hospitals, but I am suggesting it's more civilized to cover those things. Not all toes and armpits are equal. That's all I'm saying.

One in three hospitalized patients suffer from a mistake and 100,000 hospitalized patients die every year of infection. One could also say with over 35 million admissions, those odds are pretty good, I guess. However, it can't hurt to be more vigilant. Improvements in healthcare are phenomenal, but it's not all up to them to improve. We have a significant role to play.

Like those people who send their child to school expecting the teacher to teach readin', 'ritin' and 'rithmetic, we also expect them to convey morality and good behavior too.

Our neighbor said to me once that her cleaning lady doesn't do a very good job. I've never had a cleaning lady or a nanny or an assistant, but I do know that no one will clean your house, run your business, or care for your children like you do.

Healthcare workers do a very good job, but often overworked, they need help. No one will attend to your loved one like you will.

Don't let that story up there be yours. It's okay to ask questions.

15 April 2011

Snapshots



It hailed at our house this week.


Tuesday of this week was Free Cone Day at Ben and Jerry's. Here's how close we came to actually getting one. Yeah, that truck is driving away :-\


You can now forego actually dying your own Easter eggs. I don't know . . . this may go right up there with the artificial Christmas tree.

I haven't met our local grocery Chef, but I wonder is he/she suggesting with this sign that we 'hide and find' or just 'peel and eat'?

This reminds me of a story . . .

Before we moved to Belgium, we would spend Thanksgiving at the beach in Florida. First it was just the four of us, then for the last several trips, Jim's parents (MM&P) and the Andersons (JimA & DebB) joined us. It was great fun and I look forward to doing it again.

JimA is a good cook and often prepared breakfast for all of us at the beach house. We all eat eggs - well, all of us, but Ross. He's not a real fan of eggs or egg dishes. One morning JimA was cooking eggs and asked "Ross, how do you like your eggs?" Without hesitation, Ross said "Baked in a pound cake."

Classic.


This is the strawberry stand at the Farmer's Market. Fresh Belgian strawberries and they will dip them in Belgian chocolate for you right there!


Just a few maps of Belgium/Belgien/Belgique . . . You really can't have too many names for the same place.


Olijven!

Did you know an olive tree is about 5 years old before it produces fruit, but a tree can live and produce fruit for 500 years or longer?!


Olive trees are kind of common here, but I have yet to see one with an olive on it. Jim says it isn't warm enough here. Warm enough to live, just not warm enough to make an olive.


The roots are very strange on these trees. This is a picture of the oldest olive tree. It's in Crete, Greece. It still produces olives and its age is estimated at around 4,000 years.


I'm always looking for interesting ideas for holiday decorating.

This house is around the corner from our house and I walk by here sometimes.

See that little figure in the bottom window?

Can't see it?


Closer?


There.

Been wondering what to do with that glycerin chihuahua in your picture window?

Wonder no more.

13 April 2011

Yard Art


Our backyard. Fantastic, huh?!

Okay, it's not really our backyard, but we once again got lost trying to find the Ter Dolen Brewery and once again happened upon this - the epitome of yard art.


Frazier and Opa picking out our new lawn gnome.


The Europeans don't seem to have latched onto this recycling blessing, but there's hardly a lawn way down in south Louisiana that doesn't have one of these bathtub beauties. I think there's an ordinance requiring it. Google it.


So, this past weekend we went shopping for some yard art. Who doesn't love race ponies and jockeys? These are actual life-size jockeys.

Did you know there's no height limit for jockeys? Only weight. This means a jockey could be 7 feet tall as long as he/she weighs no more than a swallow. Or is it a coconut? I forget.


Turns out you can buy these stunning sculptures all ready for your very own backyard hippodrome.


And at only €1700, it's a no-brainer. Choosing which one is the challenge.


We went the traditional route and planted a tree. An apple tree. Jim picked it because all the limbs were flat just the way we imagined it on our blank wall in the backyard. It produces a "cooking apple".

I love trees. I get a sick feeling when I hear a chainsaw. Almost like when I hear someone slap the $#*! out of their kid in Wal-Mart. My knees get weak.

I'm not talking about trees planted for harvesting. For the record, I'm not just saying that because we've always been very close to companies that do just that. Cut trees and make something useful out of them.

I know I can be opinionated and possibly narrow-minded from time to time, but it always amazes me how really narrow-minded some people can be. For example, have you ever passed by some acreage where pine trees have just been harvested and think what a shame that all those trees were just cut down?

I'll bet you do.

But do you ever pass by a pasture and think how much more useful it would be if there were trees planted on it? Trees that can be replanted again and again and again? No. And that pasture is completely idle doing no one any good. Get a cow or something. Or better yet, plant pine trees on it.

I often ask Jim to tell the story of a property owner we knew who lived adjacent to land owned by a timber company. They had it made. At least in the sense they lived in an exclusive neighborhood and in a secluded area surrounded by timberland they didn't even own. Does it get any better than that?

One day the woman of the house heard that awful sound of chainsaws and panicked.

I know that feeling . . . we had a vacant lot behind our house on Wedgewood in Ruston when I heard that same sound one day. Yikes - a new neighborhood? You're cutting all the trees? Our buffer zone? Smaller houses? Potential property value drop?

Yep, that's right. And there's not a damn thing you can do about it. Naturally, we didn't own the land. And here's the important part - we never tried to buy it either. So there. Don't be surprised when the real landowner decides to put a 7-11 in your backyard. You coulda bought it first.

But you didn't.

Well, back to my previous story . . . the woman of the house hears the chainsaw and calls Dr. Jones (not his real name . . . maybe). Oh, and he's also the husband. "Honey, I hear chainsaws on the timber acreage adjacent to our lot. I think we need to find out what's going on."

Dr. Jones: "Honey, right after this proctoscopy, I'll get right on that."

Naturally, Dr. Jones immediately calls out the big guns - disclaimer: the big guns have nothing to do with the proctoscopy. Anyway, he calls out the big guns and finds out the timber company is taking rightful ownership of their very own trees to make toilet paper for Dr. Jones and the wife.

Whoa! Hold on. Dr. Jones calls the timber company and says "We don't really need toilet paper and how much do you want for that acreage of timber?" Timber company says "Market value is $x."

Sold.

The wife is happy, Dr. Jones is happy, and their privacy is retained. Win, win, right?

But wait. Fast forward about a year. Dr. Jones and his happily, private, wife decide their newly-purchased privacy is way overrated, toilet paper is often useful, and they decide to put their privacy on the market. What? You're selling the timber?

What about your privacy? You will be stuck hugging your crepe myrtle.

The moral(s) of this story is

(1) yard art is just that - until it becomes profitable

(2) don't complain when a 7-11 ends up in that vacant lot behind your house - buy it

(3) plant pine trees for privacy so you can sell them later - and you will

and

(4) if your apple tree produces cooking apples - don't make fruit salad. Make apple pie.