The Self Employed Housewife –Diary of a foreigner – Book two Ch 6
Wardrobe drama's in the seventies were not like this!
Cute video ...but..bit over the top
Sunday morning was her best time to write in her dairy in bed when she was on her own. The shouting coming from the kid’s bedroom made it clear that the kids were arguing. Her time alone, mulling over their marriage and that they had so little in common was over. It helped to put her thoughts on paper, even if her writing was scribbles in Dutch with a lot of English words all mixed up. Not to mention the state of her handwriting. It always fell backwards being left handed.
Jan left early to finish an ore ship and the kids were playing in their bedroom. He thought he would be back home before lunch. They were planning to look at some show houses that afternoon. She loved walking into a home for sale while the owners were out. Every Sunday from two to five O’clock real estate agents would sit in homes that were for sale to show them to prospective buyers. No appointment was necessary, but it was appreciated if one left a name and phone number with the agent. That way they could contact new prospective buyers. Often the home was not in their price range, but it gave a good idea what market value people put onto their property.
Sascia burst in to her room without knocking, shouting “Mommy Jeroen stood on my new T-shirt, it’s now all dirty” throwing her new top onto the bed. Tears were streaming. Her new top was indeed soiled by a footprint.
“Why was it lying on the floor for him to step on?”
“It wasn’t. He did it on purpose.” She stamped a foot in anger. Her overreaction was somewhat unusual.
“Calm down. It will wash out.” She said and then called Jeroen. So much for having some time to herself. Thank goodness for school uniforms. She couldn’t imagine what it would be like to have dramas about what to wear each morning like she had over weekends. Sascia knew they were going out in the afternoon, and the weather was mild, but it might be raining later.
“Where is Jeroen?”
Having sorted Sascia’s wardrobe decisions, Jeroen appeared looking all gloomy. He was clearly guilty but she wondered why he had done it. After some debate it became clear that Jeroen felt left out because he had not got new clothes.
“Sascia has always got something new to wear.” Good grief he was right. He hated going into clothing shops and Sascia loved it, so he was probably losing out.
“Next time it’s your turn to choose a T-shirt, but before you get dressed, say you are sorry! What you did was mean.” She wondered how Jan would have handled it if she had not been there.
Today House hunting can be done on the Internet.
Looking at show houses
“Can we not just drive to Walmer and see what houses are on show there?”
She loved that suburb, but the houses there were often out of their price range. There were three homes in the Sunday paper Jan had brought home, of which one came close to what they might be able to afford, depending what they could get for their home. What a pity that it had started to drizzle.
“Do we have to go to a different school if we move?” Sascia asked from the back of the car.
She had already found out about schools in Walmer, depending where they would find a home. Upper Walmer was far more expensive.
“Here it is, main road just after eleventh avenue.” The flags could be clearly seen and some cars were parked on the wide front lawn before the property’s front wall. Huge trees almost hid the front porch. Instinctively she knew this home would not be affordable. The price it was advertised for was high, but that did not always mean anything.
“Why are we even looking, the garden is small and too dark due to these large trees.” Jan was not interested because of the garden. That was clear.
“Just pretend to be interested. Let’s get an idea what we can buy for the price.”
“Forget it. I’m not going inside. I’ll wait in the car.”
The two girls walked inside while Jan and Jeroen remained on the car. All the rooms had a polished woodwork smell. Seeing Sascia staring at the huge baby grand in the large living room, made her recall how she and her sister hated having to learn play the old organ at home. A music teacher came every week, but gave up in the end.
She liked the place. It had so much character. The agent said that the owners were keen to sell and would be open for offers. Somehow she knew this home would be a good investment, but Jan would never go for it. Four bedrooms two bathrooms and a study, not to mention the position among huge homes in upper Walmer.
“Thanks for showing me around. My husband is looking for a bigger garden with fewer trees.” It sounded lame, but what else could she say.
Arguing over nothing
“Why did you take so long? We have one hour left to see two more homes” Jeroen wanted to see the grand piano Sascia was describing, but Jan drove off. She was feeling hurt by his lack of compromise. What harm would it have done to just have a look.
“I just wanted to see and get ideas. Why can’t you just go along with it?”
“What for? It’s way overpriced.” She disagreed. That house had lots of potential. While Jan was driving she directed him by following the map toward the lower avenues.
“Here is the other one. It’s a corner plot and most of the garden is in the front.”
“It’s a double story. I love it!” There was one other car parked outside the property. This house had a great easthetic appeal. It was near the lower Walmer avenues, and the price was still higher than Jan was prepared to go for, but who knows.
“OK let’s have a look, but don’t take too long. I still want to see the last home that is more in our price range.”
She knew that they would never agree on the same home again. It was just like the house they bought in Rowallen Park. She had no say in it at all, and this time it would be no different.
The agent who approached them at the front door was clearly keen to make a sale. He chatted to Jan about what they were looking for, while she and the kids looked around. She liked the potential this home had, but she had to admit that it would take a lot of money to fix up this home. It had been rather neglected.
Jan was not interested in going upstairs. He’d seen enough and he had told the agent what they were looking for. Typical. He never considered what she would like as a home. When they arrived at the third home the agent was taking the show house boards away. She was glad because the home looked very boring, almost ugly.
Once upon a time
Lately her day usually began with writing in her diary what she remembered from her dreams. Her diary started to become a mixed up summary of what she had tried to recall. She could still see the text that she clearly had been reading in her dream.
‘Once upon a time there was a parallel world which the ancient races on planet Earth knew about’.
She blamed it on the books on Egypt she had taken out from the library, but she never remembered that these books spoke about parallel worlds.
“Do you believe in parallel worlds?” she dared ask Jan as he walked into the bedroom after his shower. Just to get a response might start a conversation she so hankered for.
“What do you mean by a parallel world?”
Jan was getting dressed into his gardening clothes. This afternoon they were going to look at show houses again. The agent of the double story from last week had several homes on his list.
What she had scribbled down in her diary was as follows: This parallel world was a 'mirror image' world which existed directly above the Earth and to the ancient Egyptians and other races from long ago it was a very real place, a divine land they could physically see and point to especially at night.
“A kind of mirror world where everything is opposite to our world. Something like that.”
“That must be science fiction because I never heard about a parallel world. Are you going to get out of bed?” Jan was clearly eager to get to his garden.
“I will, but before you go, have you ever read anything about a giant race on Earth?” she had clearly dreamed about huge tall people.
“I do not read nonsense. Come call me when breakfast is ready.”
She promised herself that she would look for books about giants and parallel worlds the next time she was visiting the library. Her dreams were lately more and more futuristic, but why did she dream about ancient Egypt?