The Open lesson with Beth Holt offers the chance to get acquainted with Martial Arts.
Beth is proficient in the style Shuri-Ryu Karate and holds a 7th degree Black belt and in Arnis, Filippino stick fighting and holds a 3rd degree Black belt. She has experience teaching children, teenagers and adults.
Location: Ketelhuisplein 41 bell grotezaal in the WG area in Old West, corner of the Anna Spenglerstraat. Reachable with trams 1,3, 7, 12 and 17.
*Wheelchair accessible”
For more information and registration call or e-mail: e-mail: Beth Holt Trainer Karate, Arnis, Self Defense,
Empowerment, Qigong, Massage Therapist
or visite the websitewww.kawayan.org
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Last Sunday we had real beautiful weather, excellent to make a trip with our bikes. At first Peggy wanted to stay in the neighborhood but we decided to act silly and made a small trip to Vijfhuizen (Five houses :), a small village 6 km away. We assumed that they had closed the runway, because it was very quiet, no airplanes at least not on this strip. It’s always difficult at the beginning of our trips, we always nag about everything, mostly it turns out to be very nice trips. Continue Reading »
Today they came to clean my bathroom floor. I moved into this house last year, and they renewed the tiles on the bathroom wall. When they where finished the floor looked real awful, they’ve spilled a lot of glue on the floor which left nasty stains on it.
Even when my floor is scrubbed it still looks dirty.
Yesterday, Peggy phoned to the company who would take care for the cleaning, we had called before, in September 2007, but they never showed up, at least not at my address. We forgot about it, until we came across a-to-do-list this week. Peggy heard that the company had cleaned the floor of my old apartment hahaha. But if it was no problem to us, they would come today to do the job at the right address.
So here I am waiting for the result, there are two men on their knees scrubbing the floor. That’s a view I like, men on their knees
It has been a while since I wrote on my blog, but there was a reason for it. Within 6 weeks I lost both my furry friends. First Siemen, and March 29 2008 Ventje, my Abyssinian cat. Ventje only lived 5 months with me, but it seems as if I had him for years. He was a great comfort when Siemen died. He was cute little guy of 9 years old, who was looking for a good home where he could retire. Unfortenatly it didn’t last long, I discovered a lumb in his neck and toke him to the vet. I hoped it was benign, the vet toke a biopt and a few days later we got the result: a very agressive lymphe cancer (kind of Hodgekin disease). We never expect that Ventje would die so soon, we went to see the doctor on tuesday and on saterday we had to put him to sleep before he would suffer any longer.
I feel miserable, sad and down and not up to do anything. I miss my furry friends very much, it’s cold, lonely and empty in my house. I have to get over it, but for now I am spending a lot of time at Peggy’s house. Time will heal my heart, but for now it hurts. Eventually I will get used to it, and sweet memories of them will help to get over it. It takes time.
A teenage granddaughter comes downstairs for her date with this see-through blouse on and no bra. Her grandmother just pitched a fit, telling her not to dare go out like that! The teenager tells her! ‘Loosen up Grams. These are modern times. You gotta let your rose buds show!’ and out she goes. The next day the teenager comes down stairs, and the grandmother is sitting there with no top on. The teenager wants to die. She explains to her grandmother that she has friends coming over and that it is just not appropriate…. The grandmother says, ‘Loosen up, Sweetie. If you can show off your rose buds, then I can display my hanging baskets.’
Every Sunday morning I listen to the Sandwich, one of my favourite radio programs. Today I heard Ol’ man river of Paul Robeson. This singer is one of my mum’s favourites and me. For years I searched for a cd of him, and finally I found it, and gave as a present to my mum, she was very surprised and glad with it.
Paul Robeson used to be a great artist, but was banned by the American politics for his fight against about racial issues and his affinity for Communist ideas. This was during the cold war. It’s a shame that this artist didn’t get the credits he truly should have received. He died in 1976
This is an in Memoriam for my father, his birthday would be today, he would have turned 84 years.
*8 January 1924 - ✝ 11 November 1998
Dad and I on our Sunday’s trip, picture token in 1970
My father suffered from Multiple System Atrophy (a rare progressive neurodegenerative disorder) which affects the Minor Cerebral, that controls muscles, motion, speech etc. In the end he wasn’t able to speak or take food. Still sound of mind interested in the world around him, but trapped in his body.
I miss him, and now I grew older I recognize a lot of things that we’ve in common. Like love learning, books he read, his typical Amsterdam/Jewish humour, which I inherit. His love for animals,books, animals and his love for nature. I see him back in my brother. Little things reminds me at him. He’s not forgotten, he is still around, in our genes, acts, stories and behaviour.
I’ll dedicate this song from the motion picture Yentl, to my father, and for all fathers and mothers and loved ones we miss so much.
Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.
~*Anais Nin*~
