Day 2828 Who would have thought it?

13th May 2025

I had a solo delivery this morning to West Olive.

It was a thirty three mile journey, but it was warm  and pleasant to be on the road.

I arrived at the house, there was an older guy working on the house, he was the one lucky enough to help me carry the dresser into the house. He introduced himself as Cal, he was friendly with a generous smile. We removed the piece from the back of the truck and carried it inside. That is where I saw an Aeron chair, I remarked about it and Cal said that he had worked at Herman Miller, retiring two years ago after forty two years. That when I told him that I worked for the same company in the UK.

Cal’s smile got wider, he worked in IT and asked if I knew Jim Vandragt, this was incredible, I replied I had know Jim for many years, Cal called him up on the phone and we talked for quite a while agreeing to meet up for breakfast soon.

You never know how things happen like that, although I live in Holland I rarely see anyone I recognise, but driving out in the wilds I find a connection from my past.

I really look forward to that breakfast meeting.

I had to drive back to Holland to collect a dresser, I was running late due to all the excitement, but I arrived at this apartment and climbed the stairs to the room. A young girl opened the door, the place looked like a bomb had gone off, there was crap everywhere. She apologised saying she was moving out, hence the sake of the dresser. I removed the drawers and she helped me carry it down the stairs.

Once that was safe on board I headed back home, a bit tired and hungry, after all, I only had a cup of coffee and a slice of toast for breakfast.

I got home about quarter to one, we had our interior designer coming round to finally see the blinds we had fitted months ago.

Kelli was after ideas how we could use a box of had made tiles that we bought a year ago. There was a lot of discussion about where they shouldn’t go, but also some positives thoughts of how they could be displayed, food for thought there.

We went to meet John and Patty at a restaurant in Zeeland. The Gritzmaker is an unlikely name for an eating house. The building is unimpressive, looking more like a clothing store with its dark one way glass frontage, but once inside it seemed pleasant enough.

We hadn’t seen them for a long time, so there was plenty to talk about, poor Kelli had reached the limits of talking, not that she’s not good at it, but her voice gauge was running on empty.

I think we were both exhausted, whether it was age or our lack of sleep, all I wanted to do was nod off to sleep.