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"ALARM de afvalemmer moet aan de weg", app ik naar mijn dochter vanonder mijn deken. Haar kamer is verboden terrein, dus dit is lekker makkelijk en scheelt schreeuwen of lopen en als een zieligaard op de deur kloppen.
Er zit meer dan 1 verkeersbord op haar deur geplakt mét tweezijdig plakband en die zijn duidelijk genoeg. Iets van eenrichtingsverkeersbord en een lopend figuur met broek aan en een streep er door. Dat figuur kan tegenwoordig van alles wezen, hoewel het misschien wel betekent dat met rok of jurk mogelijk is toegestaan.
Niet door die deur, maar wel door het raam, net als de kater Mew standaard doet. Hiervoor hoef ik dan alleen maar met hulp van de waslijn op het platte dak te klimmen en bij het licht van de lantaarn kan ik mijzelf door het raam wringen. Dat betekent in het kort: haak van de pin, wat wringen en worstelen en hopen dat ik tijdens mijn klimpartij de kater niet tegenkom. Hij is namelijk nogal schuw en houdt niet van indringers en je weet nooit hoe hij reageert als ik mijn hoofd zijn domein binnenschuif. Daarmee durf ik al niet voor een camera en mocht hij uithalen kan ik dat helemaal wel vergeten.
Hoewel hij wel weer valt te paaien met een verrassing in de vorm van een kuipje kattensmurrie zoals ik onlangs heb mogen ervaren. Hij blaast dan zelfs waarschuwend naar mij (ik had het kuipje neergezet en wilde de inhoud nog even met een vork losmaken).
Zonder kuipje houdt hij zich meestal, na zich lam geschrokken te hebben, uren verscholen om pas tevoorschijn te komen zodra mijn dochter er is. Met haar houdt hij dan ellenlange gesprekken waarvan iedereen in huis kan meegenieten. Een enkele keer mag ik hem via de voordeur binnenlaten. Dan rent hij de trap op en mag ik de slaapkamerdeur voor hem opendoen zodat hij naar binnen kan. Die doe ik dan snel weer dicht, want verboden is verboden en Mews blik zegt genoeg (ik kom niet in jouw kamer, dus jij ook niet in die van mij). 

Helemaal ongestoord in bed liggen kan ik niet. De ex van de buurvrouw vraagt of ik de autosleutel soms heb zien liggen buiten. Hij is er al twee dagen naar op zoek. Nee, app ik terug, alleen de knuffel van de hond en die had ik binnen neergelegd. Daarna zet ik mijn wifi uit, draai mij bibberend, met ontstoken ogen, zonnebril én muts op om in bed en ga nog wat proberen te slapen. 

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Andromeda, let's go ride the world together!
This story’s taking you to my childhood in that special moment when I decided what I wanted to be when I grew up - absolutely free and a happy human! Also, I hope the true story will empower and inspire, especially women ;) #empower #inspire #adreamihad #freedom Just like Marzel's Proust’s narrator in “his famous work, In Search Of Lost Time ("À la recherche du temps perdu"), who involuntarily recalls an episode from his childhood after tasting a madeleine dipped in tea” (finedingslovers.com), I had a similar experience a few days back. I was scrolling through my news feed on Facebook and saw this amazing photo of the Andromeda Galaxy in the FB group StarGazers, posted by Eustace Fernando. My breath was taken for a moment and then just a flashback of memory. The story goes like this. One lovely summer day in the grama backyard and one little girl just being happy about her birthday. Usually, she did not need any particular thing or item to be joyful, her favorite thing to do was being alone in an outdoor imaginary game - talking to trees, sneaking up on a butterfly, or dancing with flowers in her own rhythm without music. And that day, it was my birthday, and I got a light pink colored bike with pony tales on the steering wheel and a beautiful basket on the front. And I learned how to drive it without helping wheels on the sides! I was so proud of my shelf, but most importantly I was feeling free! I was free to go to the local store by my shelf on the bike, I could go ride my bike with my best friend. Gave me a sense of power, freedom, and personal importance - that day I was convinced that I could go and ride the world up with my pink brand new bike I learned to drive all by myself! I felt unstoppable while proudly exclaiming while driving full speed near terase where everybody was eating cake, shouting: "Androoooomeda, let's go ride the world together!". (Yes, I turned six that day and out of the blue I called the bike Andromeda, so there's that. Now I’m thinking I should call my sailing boat Andromeda?! :D) #Andromeda I parked my bike and joined everybody at the table. There is debate in progress on the topic of world traveling. My loud exclamation did not go unnoticed - laughs at my enthusiasm and joy are numerous, but followed by a bunch of questions and comments I frankly did not understand at the moment. "Kika son, you have to have a lot of money to travel the world, even on a bike. Where will you get the money from in life?", - asked my father. The serious expression on his face gave me an imprint he wanted some true and reasonable answer, fitting to a girl of my age. I carefully thought and concluded that adults are spending way too much time chasing money. I hated money at that point because I detected it's the main reason my father isn't home with us. Anyway, I stared right into my father's eyes trying to mimic his serious face, and proudly said: "I could be a Petar Pan! I’ll be a child forever!” I continued blabeling about my great idea, almost getting me thinking I got them on board with the whole Petar Pan thing. I already imagined myself flying with the rest of the Lost Boys and enthusiastically concluded that's an even better plan because there is no need for pedaling on the bike. (I sincerely hated that part about the bike xD). Among all the explanations why that's impossible and unrealistic, I remember this one confusing me the most: "You can't be Peter Pan because you are a girl!" I was confused months after that. Why would someone say that I can’t do something simply because I'm a girl? Sounded absurd, I felt it like a deep, hurting injustice and fat lie. In my heart I knew I could do whatever I set my mind on, I deeply believed that with every atom of my being, and I still do. And not only me, every girl or young woman or any woman in this world, for that matter!! That was my affirmation that I am firmly dedicated to proving my experience! Today I’m thankful for that silly answer because it gave me courage and defiance to follow what my heart is whispering. Service. Discipline. Being part of something bigger. Honor. Community. All those resonated with me deeply, I knew my work has to serve someone on some level. “Is there a better place for a young woman to start uncovering the wonders of the world than a military?" I caught my thought in one breath already knowing it's a naive way of thinking, but I did not care. I already set my mind and heart on becoming a Croatian army cadet and after college graduation a young female officer with her first deployment (safe pay), rank and magister diploma, no matter what any of my surroundings (or even logic for that matter) say; positive or negative about my choice, I knew that I wanted to be educated and independent, with my own wallet. From there my adventure started, for the next four years of my life I was a cadet, soldier, and a student to the one point I realized I deserve better than being my own prisoner and victim, judge and jury, and also executioner at the end. The army was an intense experience for me, and I learned so much - mostly I learned about myself. What I was made of mentally and emotionally when times of crises cured or when output demands are set too high for the level of exhaustion ext. I one crucial point, I decided once again - I want to drop out of military school. I had good reasons, medical reasons connected with my lady organs, my uterus to be exact, and I wanted a better future than what's offered at the moment. So, I left. Let me be clear, I’m living in Croatia, the poorest country in the EU. I had secured a job after college, got my shelf full scholarship in Zagreb for 4 years, and a few months before the end of the whole story, I ended it. Material security and financial stability -flushed down the toilet. Because my heart told me to do it. :D I wanted to be a master of my time and decisions. Only then I’m capable of taking responsibility for the action it represents! I’ll do it, not because I’m a girl, but because I am. :D That is the message for all women out there - You are beautiful and cherished, so be the blessing you are! Thank you, powerful Souls. #womenempowerment  Scinceriously Yours, Child of Nature #Childofnature https://www.finedininglovers.com/article/hundred-years-prousts-madeleine   https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=10223722930674583&set=gm.1896789353814161  #shortstory #womenempowerment