As I mentioned previously, the Utrechtse Fabriek, an indie craft show took place this weekend (well, Sunday and Monday, but Monday was a holiday) and I stopped by on Monday to see what was on offer and to see Kerryanne’s display. I’ve always admired her work on her blog and her website, so it was nice to finally see it in person. Over the holidays, she had posted some photos of little crocheted birds that I thought were adorable. Fortunately for me, she had some for sale at the Fabriek and I was able to pick one up. Isn’t he/she cute? I need a name (and a gender), though. Any suggestions?
Later on that day, we did head over to the Domplein to see the UDans that I posted about, even though I never did get around to attempting to learn the choreography. Unfortunately, the big dance wasn’t happening until later, it seems. We stuck around for a while to watch some of the other dance performances, but I had spent the day lounging in the sun and was quite sleepy as a result, so we soon headed home. There was a pretty large crowd there, though, so I’m sure it was quite a sight when everyone got their chance to shake what their momma gave ’em!
We’ve been here for almost a year and a half at this point, but it wasn’t until last month that I finally learned about the loud siren I hear occasionally. It’s an incredibly loud siren, and I remember being startled by it the first time I heard it. However, there was no screaming in the streets or lots of people running, so I figured I was safe. I’ve sort of ignored it ever since. Merian was visiting last month and happened to be here when the siren went off. I finally thought to ask what it was signifying.
It turns out that the siren is a test done on the first Monday of every month at noon. As long as that’s when you hear the clarion call, no worries. If you hear it any time other than that, well, duck and cover! Get indoors, close the windows, check the news, because something bad is happening. Today is the first Monday of the month and I heard the siren go off 20 minutes ago, right on time. Unfortunately, I didn’t think to try to record it until it was too late. I gather it’s a nationwide test, not just Utrecht’s schedule. So, for my fellow expats who might have been as clueless as I was until recently, now you know what the sirens are for. Let’s just hope we never hear them at any other time.