The plan was to ride home for christmas (sorta like the song). However the damn snow just wouldn’t melt, so riding was not really an option anymore. The fact that I had limited itmobility with public transport started to bother me after a few days. I could get to work by train and ask someone to pick me up from the station, and I could get to Amsterdam, eventhough the last train leaves at 1:30 AM. But I couldn’t get to the gym for instance. On Tuesday, I aksed a collegue to drive me over to a local dealership, well…dealership..this was more of a junkyard with running cars. I had my eye on an old Honda Civic, not too much rust, still had the dutch DMV approval until May 2010 and was a whopping 850 euro’s. My collegue and I took it for a quick spin and afterwards I told the owner to wrap it up and put a bow around it. And thus I drove over to Groningen on Thursday afternoon, warm, dry and on 4 wheels.

We had planned to spend Christmas with the 5 of us, Dad, Alie, sister Marije my cousin Ayden and yours truly. I spent christmas day partly in front of the tv/pc and partly making stuff in dad’s workshop. There’s always something cozy about a workshop in the wintertime, wood burning stove on and all, snow outside, you get the idea. Around 5 PM we went out for dinner at a nearby Chinese restaurant after which we spent the rest of the evening enjoying a nice movie on tv.




On Fridaymorning we all had breakfast together after which I drove over to my mom’s place for coffee and lunch. I helped her out with lights that needed to be mounted on the ceiling and dug up some old stuff that I could now take with me since I had a car.
I had agreed to take a fellow CS’er called Inge (whom I’d met at the Fondue party) back with me to Almere. She lives in Amsterdam but her folks don’t live too far from my mom’s place, so it was on route for me. I picked her up around 6:30 PM and we drove off.I dropped her off at the Almere trainstation around 9:30. I spent the rest of the saturday nite at home, first time in ages. Very unusual.