Until 1 week ago I had to take that penicillin because of my damn inflamed arm. The arm is fine but the antibiotics upset Harry’s tummy and mouth. Now I’m not hungry, but I’m tired. Therefore I didn’t get to walking. Thus I had the opportunity to make many other preparations: The annual cleaning of the stable of my highlanders got halfway finished, fortunately with the help of Bart, because it was a very dirty job. Ruud B in Epen offered his services for Mama Alice. Judith from Mama Alice reminded me, that I was expected thursday in the radio program Vrouwekul L1, I believe at 10 am. The tent poles have arrived in Maastricht (Bever). The grape harvest this year is outsourced to Wim, the owner of the neighboring vineyard. We still have to discuss the details. The horse blanket and clothes have been taken to Klavertje Vier in Epen to be printed with the letters Mama Alice. I tried the horse his chain on at the front leggs. He looked like one of the Dalton-strip series. He kept quiet for 15 minutes, so that gives me hopes. Tomorrow I’ll try again and the a little longer. I can not afford that if somewhere early in the morning I groggy arrive at my tent, Leon will be gone. So those chains are a must. Also I loaded Leon once more on the trailer. It took some persuasion, but Leon did it. Now a lot of details still have to be arranged: a little lamp, lighter, laces and a lot more of these indispensable knickknacks. How do I orden all this stuff in those backpacks. I do not know. To find a lighter it shouldn’t be necessary having to grab in 3 backpacks. Logistics proves to be difficult. Oh yeah, Thursday the new saddlebags will be ready at tents Eddie in Vijlen. He really seems to help me thinking. What a guy, aint he? His wife should be happy with him! Meanwhile many people promised to sponsor Mama Alice. In about one week I expect the flyers about sponsorship to be distributed. I didn’t yet mention all domestic and private appointments etc. Busy, busy. Gei groeter leid es tot me zellef zellef a deit (no bigger misery than one indulges to himself), I have written once before (one of the many wisdoms that I learned from former secretary Bettie). If I would offer all the costs of the preparations to MM Alice, I probably would have the same amount to give, without making my ponyanddogtrip. Maybe a croocked way of thinking. Yesterday night Sonja and I had diner with the grandchildren in Lanaken. On the way home I almost fell asleep: kepot wie ne hond (broken like a dog).
Now I want to refuel minerals with strong herbal tea and I just hope that tomorrow my tommy will be better.
