In the palm of God’s hand

We arrived at the cash register of the store that calls itself Holland’s biggest grocer without a shopping cart. I carried the basket that was filled with at least 7 frozen pizzas, a load of bapao buns, and a lot of other things, so you could say that my basket was overflowing. While we were paying for this, one of Haarlem’s more famous inhabitants got in line after us. She is not famous in the classic sense, but more for the fact that she’s a bit unhinged. To say she’s lost her marbles is a little much, but not entirely far fetched. She’s always talking, and not just talking, but like she’s really talking to you and she always looks you in the eye. The girl behind the counter got a little distracted by this, I could tell.

But try as you might, what she says doesn’t make sense. It’s rambling, but if you listen carefully you can get a sense of what’s on her mind. She queued up behind us and started blurting out quite distinguished words, and when I saw what she put on the conveyor I felt I understood her for a minute. She was out to buy a rice pudding dessert with chocolate and toffee sauce, and she had this to say about it: I’m just craving. It’s…its…in the palm of God’s hand, in the Palm of God’s Hand!!!!

Meanwhile in the crib: DIY

And afterwards some Chinese food.
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