Andy in Amsterdam

And in the theatre I want to change my seat
Just so I can step on everybody’s feet.

- I Want to Be Evil, Eartha Kitt

Last night, Fred and I went to the ballet. It was Het Nationale Ballet doing Don Quichot. I’ve said this before here, but when Fred . . . → Read More: Dreaming the Impossible Dream

School is out for what they’re calling Voorjaarsvakantie. That’s Spring Vacation to anyone who doesn’t speak Dutch. It seems a bit early, but I’ll always take a break from them kids. Plus, I’ve got so many other things going that I need some time. The beginning of this year has been a terrible time for me . . . → Read More: Back to my Old Tricks

If you’re not a knitter, you might not know that during the Olympics every year (and for the first time…last year?) knitters around the world take part in the Ravelympics. The basic idea is to start a project when the Olympic flame is lit and have it finished by the time the closing ceremonies . . . → Read More: Olympic Project

Last Saturday, Fred and I went to two parties. In the mid-Nineties it was nothing for me to go to two or three really great parties on the weekend. Ah, youth. Anyway, I knew about the one party. It was a 40th birthday party for one of Fred’s nieces, Monica, and it . . . → Read More: Pah-tay

I’ve been freelancing here for about a year. I also have  contract (about half time) with my day job - at the dance academy - but I had been working at the language school and someone suggested I go freelance. Part of the reason was that the pay differential between a zero-hour . . . → Read More: I Know a Guy Who Knows a Guy