resting up tonight

I thought I heard someone calling cadence, so I just poked my head out the window and saw a troop in uniform crossing the street. I feel a little bit guilty for it, but I don’t think I’m going to City Hall to watch the ceremony. They have tropps marching and tanks rolling into the square there (which is actually named 18SeptemberPlein) to re-enact the liberation of EIndhoven, 64 years ago today. It was part of Operation Market Garden – the successful half of that plan. When we lived here in 2007, Ted’s parents were fortuitously visiting at the time, and his dad’s interested in WWII history so we went to see it – we were only half a block away then. (Now I’m a whopping 2 blocks away). It was the most powerful experience of history I’ve had here – I kept having flashbacks, seeing the grandparents of the same people standing there, much thinner and in ragged clothes, weeping with joy to see the tanks rolling in to liberate them from the Nazis. Many of the men in the tanks were the same, literally – old men from five countries come back here for this, though there are fewer every year.

I’m not going this year, though, because I have to rest up. I just got back from the boathouse, loading up boats on trailers for tomorrow. I didn’t fast for Yom Kippur, because it’s not a good idea the day before a strenuous event, but I did eat as little as I could without being stupid – a bagel and cream cheese for breakfast, a gevuldekoek (filled cookie – about 4″ across) for lunch. I jumped the gun on sunset for dinner, though. Because tomorrow I am rowing in the Rondje EIndhoven. It’s a tour, not a race, with stops for lunch and coffee, and the chance to rest and take a turn coxing periodically. But still it’s 50 km, and I’ve had a tiring week, so I’ll stay home tonight.

The really hard part will be biking to work tomorrow! But I have class after work, and I’d have to take two busses to get there if I didn’t bike. And then there’s a concert after class – an American singer/songwriter, Richard Shindell, who I’d kick myself if I missed. At least it’s only a three-day week. Then I’m on vacation while Mom visits.

Meanwhile Ted keeps telling me how tired and sore he is; he’s at the house in Orgeon, getting all our stuff organized there (quote: “I forgot how much stuff we have!”) and getting some stuff fixed. Apparently he’s also been putting his parents to work. I feel a little less guilty about moving apartments when Mom is here – this is a much smaller move, and the movers will do the heavy parts. And then I’m off to Taiwan soon after she leaves, where Ted and I get to deal with still more movers. (Three sets of movers total – four if you count mine back in April, three continents, three of our four parents involved….) Yes, it all gets a little silly.

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