Sitting on bench enjoying the morning sun..

On days such as the days were yesterday and the day before yesterday, when puzzle pieces fit together, all the proverbial nails get hammered on the head without leaving a blue thumbnail and when projects actually come to completion, there is no contact with the dark corridors in the brain of the sawdust maker. The mines are closed, the Canary unleashed and the habituation to the sunlight seems to be just a encounter with a distant relative. Then, as the evening is closed with a glass of wine in the company of friends, the safety visor, that filter out the positive rays of hope, slowly gives a more clear look. While the night takes a little longer, the early morning starts slightly less early and the smell of coffee, which normally initiates the writing mode, brings up the urge to create, the curiosity about all those situations in the world disappear. On Friday, February the 24th, between all morning rituals, a thread of creative intentions and ideas, as it did yesterday, wis welcomed full conviction. In a world full of incoherent chores and projects, as a result of the survival mode in which the days pass by, the wide range of talents is welcome. No, these are not mere side issues or Extras, unfortunately, it forms the basis of existence. Actually, the sawdust maker should take an example to the Dutch VVD, CDA or PvdA politicians and just, without any trepidation, integrity and principles, become a member, lick some heels lick and get a job as Deputy Mayor or party officer to have enough time to spice up the bank account with all kinds of secret jobs. Patriotism in the form of cheating and fraudulent preconceived plans, steeling as many taxpayers' money while in the meantime just express that alternative facts and fantasy stories. The last should definitely be a success, fantasizing is one of my many talents. It's Sunday, the 26th of  February 2017, much too early to sit down on the new bench in front of the House with a cup of coffee just to muse about the future. It must be nice to, like VVD prominent Annemarie Jorritsma, wake up in the morning without any morality or regret in a villa you've paid for with granted money that you have provided to a company as a Minister, and then as Commissioner of the same company did not refund, according to contract, but made disappear into your own pockets. As a private politician you need to do exactly the opposite of what you, as a party representative stand for. It’s been proved once more again on Friday when a giant drug lab in Leende, near Eindhoven was discovered. It was in the yard of the Treasurer of a local CDA political party Department, and yes that’s exactly the party that shouts against the lifting of the ban on cannabis cultivation. The police did search initially on presumption of the existence of a large scale hemp nursery. They discovered a professional drug slab with approximately 22.5 thousand litres of chemicals by accident . The lab was able to produce 150 kilo’s of XTC per day, accounting for a daily turnover of at least 4 to 5 million. Although, a few years ago, the Fire Department already found indications, when called to a burning shed full of caravans, for a large hemp nursery on the same place of this CDA politician. Of course he was allowed to keep his job at the party, because that’s how politics works among the elite’s of a political party, they do not even have to be friends. The sun rises from behind the Hill, the dog comes thru the kitchen door after discharging some energy and having a loud "conversation" with the dogs in the Valley, the fifth Cup of coffee is in the making. It is an insecure life here on the lonely Hill, but if the neighbour’s wife who, in her Nightgown, on her slippers shuffles over the black asphalt, gently says "Bom Dia" while passing and is not at all surprised to see her neighbour who, in his bathrobe, is enjoying the first rays of Sun, drinking a cup of coffee on his homemade "designer, retro recycling" bench in front of the House, it gives a sense of freedom and acceptance that no million, fraudulently obtained money, can buy. Besides ... I think it rains above that tax money villa!