Goose for christmas

I am sitting in our livingroom in our new house where we put up a christmastree with decorations from both of us. We are working hard, painting the inside woodwork which is eating a lot of hours. Last week I took a lot of yoga classes and a two day yoga intensive, it gave me a lot to chew on. I'll write a longer post about it soon, for now it suffices that I had a wonderful time.

Our new house smells like paint, thinner, ammonia. The christmas tree is having a hard time trying to spread the scent of pineapple. It takes a while to feel at home but the feeling is growing every day. I discovered the nearby supermarket, our local chinese take out restaurant and how to get to the nearest hardware store. I feel safe huddled in the arms of mr.R at night and we have fun working on the house or relaxing together.

We have planned more work for the next two christmas days, with family dinners at night providing an interesting contrast to being covered in paint during the day. Mr. R went on a two day hunt while I was doing yoga (sounds strange, doesn't it?) and he brought home the proverbial bacon in the form of a goose. There have been some upheaval in the netherlands about the ethics of force feeding geese during christmas season. I am assired that this goose is one hundred percent ethically raised: it lived in the wild and was shot because the hunters have to shoot a quota of geese to protect the nature balance. Thing is, it is still in it's original form, feathers and head and all. Good to know what my food looks like but I was a little baffled at finding a complete goose in our shed :-)

Life is a journey that can change direction at any time, with suprises and twists along the way. I hope you are healthy and happy and your journey will continue to bring you joy.

Merry christmas every one!