Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I woke up in my cozy little studio on the Hoofdstraat, right? You know, the one with the cute cafés and all that jazz. I was ready to throw some clay, but life had other plans.
First off, I spilled coffee all over my favorite apron. Ugh! Like, why does that always happen? I mean, it’s just a potter’s life, right? But still, I was fuming. I mean, who wants to start their day with a coffee shower? Not me!
So, I head out to the studio, which is just a hop away from the Markt. The Markt is always buzzing, you know? People chatting, kids running around, and the smell of fresh bread from the bakery. I love that vibe. But today? Today was different.
I get to my studio, and guess what? My kiln is acting up! Like, come on! I just wanna fire some pots, not deal with a rebellious machine. I was ready to throw a tantrum. I mean, I could’ve sworn I heard it laughing at me.
Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Jan pops in. He’s like, “Hey, wanna grab a beer at De Zwarte Ruiter?” I’m like, “Dude, I’m in the middle of a crisis here!” But he’s persistent, you know? So, I’m like, “Fine, let’s go.”
We stroll down the Langenberg, and I’m still grumbling about my kiln. Jan’s trying to lighten the mood, cracking jokes about my “pottery skills.” I mean, come on! I’m a pro! But I can’t help but laugh. He’s a good guy.
At De Zwarte Ruiter, we grab some brews, and I start to chill. The place is packed, as usual. I love the vibe there. It’s like a second home. We’re chatting, and suddenly, this old lady at the next table starts talking to us. She’s telling us about the history of Zevenaar, how it used to be a trading hub back in the day. I’m like, “Wow, I didn’t know that!”
But then, she goes on about how the town’s changed. “It’s not like it used to be,” she says. I’m thinking, “Lady, change is good!” But I just nod and sip my beer.
After a few rounds, I’m feeling good. We head back to the studio, and guess what? The kiln is working again! I’m like, “What the heck? Did it just need a break?” I swear, machines have moods too.
So, I start throwing some clay, and it’s like magic. I’m in the zone, you know? The pots are coming out great. I’m feeling all the feels. Happy, relieved, you name it.
But then, I hear a loud crash. My heart drops. I run out, and some kid on a bike just knocked over my display! I’m like, “Are you kidding me?” The kid’s all apologetic, but I’m just standing there, mouth agape.
I mean, it’s just pottery, right? But those were my babies! I can’t help but feel a mix of anger and sadness. But then, I see the kid’s face. He looks so sorry. So, I take a deep breath and say, “It’s okay, just be careful next time.”
And you know what? That made me feel better. I mean, life’s too short to hold grudges, right?
As the sun sets over Zevenaar, I’m packing up for the day. I walk back home, feeling grateful. Grateful for the chaos, the laughter, and even the spills. Zevenaar, with its quirky streets and vibrant life, always keeps me on my toes.
So, yeah, that was my day. A rollercoaster of emotions, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Here’s to more crazy days in this beautiful town!