Man, what a day in Scherpenzeel! I mean, seriously, where do I even start? Woke up, and it was like the universe decided to throw a curveball at me. I’m a Mourner, right? So, you’d think I’d be used to heavy stuff. But today? Pffft, it was a whole different level.
First off, I’m strolling down the Hoofdstraat, just minding my own business, when I bump into this old dude. He’s like, “Hey, you look like you’ve seen a ghost!” I’m like, “Buddy, I deal with ghosts for a living!” But he just laughs and walks away. I mean, c’mon, Scherpenzeel, get with the program!
Then, I head over to the park by the Kerkweg. It’s usually chill, but today? Nah. There’s this kid, probably 10 or something, flying a kite. And not just any kite—a massive dragon kite! I’m standing there, watching it dance in the wind, and I’m like, “Wow, this kid’s got skills.” But then, the kite gets stuck in a tree. Classic, right? The kid starts crying, and I’m like, “Dude, it’s just a kite!” But I get it. I mean, I’ve had my fair share of losses.
So, I try to help him out. I’m climbing this tree like I’m some kind of ninja. Spoiler alert: I’m not. I get halfway up, and my foot slips. I’m hanging there, thinking, “This is how I go out? In Scherpenzeel, trying to save a kite?” But I manage to grab it, and the kid’s face lights up. It’s like I just won the lottery for him.
After that, I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy, right? So, I decide to grab a coffee at this little café on the corner of the Molenweg. Best coffee in town, no joke. I sit down, and this lady next to me starts talking about her cat. I’m like, “Lady, I’m not here for a cat seminar.” But she goes on and on about Mr. Whiskers. I mean, who names their cat Mr. Whiskers?
Anyway, I’m trying to sip my coffee, but she’s so animated, I can’t help but laugh. Then, outta nowhere, she says, “You know, life’s too short to be sad.” And I’m like, “Yeah, lady, I get it. But I’m literally a Mourner.” She just smiles and says, “Well, you should try to find joy in the little things.”
And I’m thinking, “Joy? In Scherpenzeel? You mean like the time I found a €5 note on the ground?” But I nod and smile.
Then, the day takes a turn. I get a call. A family needs me for a service. I rush over to the house on the Van der Molenstraat. It’s a small place, but the vibe is heavy. I walk in, and the family is all teary-eyed. I mean, I’m used to this, but today feels different.
I start my thing, and suddenly, the power goes out. Just like that! I’m standing there in the dark, and I can hear someone whisper, “This is a sign.” I’m like, “A sign? What, that I should’ve stayed home?”
But we light some candles, and it’s kinda beautiful, in a weird way. The flickering light, the somber faces. It’s like a scene from a movie. I’m pouring my heart out, and I can see the family connecting. It’s emotional, man.
After the service, I step outside, and it’s raining. Not just a drizzle, but full-on pouring. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m laughing, though. Like, “Really, Scherpenzeel? You couldn’t have waited five minutes?”
I make my way back home, drenched but feeling oddly fulfilled. I think about the day—the kite, the coffee, the family. It’s all a mess, but it’s life, right?
So, yeah, Scherpenzeel, you threw me some curveballs today. But I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Even if I did almost become a tree ornament.