NaNoWriMo 5 - All Dutch (history)

The show must go on.

Does it? And if why? Most of us suffer from all kinds of pains and diseases. Small ones, big ones. We try to figure out what is wrong with us. The food perhaps?
It must be the food. Pollution and polls are everywhere. Bio or not bio that is the question.
The thing about bio is it isn't bio at all. You are fooled if you believe those very small and ugly apples and cauliflowers are more bio as the ones in the supermarket. The same if it comes to bananas, pumpkin, melon, etc. Poison, insecticides, pesticides are used and if not the neighbor uses them and the earth contains enough to make you glow in the dark.

Why do you care anyway?
You dump your garbage and let others take care of it. Taking care means dump it somewhere. In Africa for example. You really think they are happy with your garbage and once so wanted synthetic dress? They look forward to collecting all the plastic stuff we do no longer need? Been there? Have you seen the heaps of garbage in the streets? They walk through it, the kids play in or next to it and you don't care. I doubt anyone in our world loves to live like them next on a garbage heap. Sniffing, inhaling plastic day and night. There is no need to eat fast- and factory food to get plastic in your dreadlocks and make dead locks out of them.

The one here, the garbage heap I mean, is closed.
It took some time but now we have a hill. It looks nice and green and the grass grows on it. Sheep, cow, and goats love grass. The sheep are the lucky ones. I hope the bunnies do not go over there. They might get poisoned. The sheep live on the hill and can eat as much as they like. Don't worry, Dutch people seldom eat sheep. The sheep are kept to... (we will never found out about that, perhaps some rescue group saved lambs from ending up chopped and grilled). The fact is they are there, who knows the hill is even called Sheep's hill by now. Sheep's hill or mountain, if it comes to naming something people think out the most ridiculous names. The hill is surrounded by a large roundabout and the highway to Germany. If those sheep look for an escape way out they better try around 2 am.

Big chance this garbage heap has the same height as the Grebbeberg.
Berg is the Dutch word for mountain. Actually, it isn't a mountain but a hill. Even a famous hill. It is where the Dutch capitulate on day 4 of the second world war. Day 4... the dutch army gave up fighting because they were not able to climb a hill. That is probably a weak spot of Dutchmen. They can travel the sees, swim at the age of 4, live underneath the sea level but not climb a hill. At least the sheep are saved on Sheep's mountain for Dutchmen. Now I think about it it probably is higher as the Grebbeberg.
Most Dutchmen have a lack of time anyway if it comes to climbing hills. They need to work and it is quite normal to travel by car to the workplace up and down for an hour or more. If you always need to rush you cannot eat healthily. Eating takes time and the boss does not pay for your break or healthy food.

Leaving early, scheduling your time is a must these days.

Especially if you have one or two or even three jobs.
You forget your lunchbox so you need to go to the nearest gas station. Good, they exist. They sell old untasty food plus chocolate. Mountains of chocolate and the greatest thing is the size of the bar is two till three times bigger and its price is only four times higher as in a common supermarket but no one finds out about that since they are too busy. Too busy to shop in a supermarket to find out about the huge price difference.
The wraps and the rest of the garbage are good to dump in the car. As long as no one drives with you, you are not carpooling, it is no problem to sit on your own, kneehigh, garbage. At the moment it Is, you dump it at the carpooling parking lot or outside of the window while you are driving. Those who care a bit more use a plastic garbage bag and dump the bag at a land road or into the bushes. The same bushes the paperboy uses to dump the newspapers and folders. He is in a hurry too and has no time to deliver them all before school starts.

It is a hard life children live these days.

All say it is a life full of stress. The stress that did not exist as you needed to work at the age of eleven years old for 10 hours a day, seven days a week.
Child labor is forbidden these days. Instead, children have stress from ballet, soccer, school, tests, neighbors, teachers, being bullied, bullying, hanging around on the street, threatening people, gang life, competition, gaming, Walt Disney films, Barbie dolls, their gender and who knows what more (probably their parents who refuse to take over their job as paperboy because if so they will be stabbed in the back by a confused man.).

Good, there are doctors, therapists, psychologists, shrinks, antidepressants and meds against ADHD. They all help you to fight the stress, on the battlefield called life where you no longer need to hunt for your food but can pull it out of the wall or let the snack bar or McDonald feed you with more junk your body can handle. They blame the candies and sugar but it is McDerrie poisoning you. Read what the bad bite contains? Already reading this info is a good reason to freak out.

90 lines I wrote between 5 am and 5:20 am plus I wrote 5 minutes in my car as I waited till the bus-kid left.

Yesterday he, the bus-kid, heard there is a bus leaving later it does not stop everywhere in the middle of nowhere.
If you are not into sightseeing it is an option. Later means 5 minutes. I have no idea if that is a win and if the bus will arrive earlier. Only by doing it you can find out. At least there is another option if the bus is missed.

The youngest will go by bike to school and have an extra schoolday tomorrow. It is muddy and dark here and I don't want my kid to stay at school for a boring Saint Martin Day celebration. It means bad, unhealthy food and being bored.
School on Saturday is an extra schoolday because the kids had a holiday or other day free (or the teachers needed a day to "study". This is needed most can hardly write and count themselves).

No one shows interest.
One of the teachers threatened the pupils by saying that if they were not motivated they could come to school on Friday and study instead. The children said they preferred the normal school day, the studying instead. I guess the teacher did not count on that.
It must be a lousy party if you prefer a schoolday above it. It will not be a Saint Martin celebration with lanterns, singing outside on the street and knocking on doors to ask for sweets and fruit but it means: staying inside the school building and paying for the food parents were ordered to bring for free (pies) and badly, disgusting-looking sandwiches that glue your intestines together. Next, you can buy second-hand clothes parents gave. What is not sold will be given for free at the end of the day. Does that make sense? I would say: Do not buy it. Wait it is for free at the end of the day.

The teacher said her husband can pick up my kid and take her home.
It must be great to have a wife that schedules your time. I doubt he can find it but who knows they know the sheep farmer. If, he just needs to follow the shit and mud, slip and slide over here. An adrenaline rush is included. I hope he is a good driver.
If this all will happen I don't know. The teacher already pulled back by saying that if it is muddy my youngest probably prefers to stay home.
Yes, it does. Hello, it is on Saturday. The day we have finally a break from waking up at 4 am and showing up everywhere. An interesting fact is that those who do not like this kind of celebrations are always ill one week ahead of the great day. Even the Jehova Witness kid is.

Being a Jehova Witness is a great excuse for not showing up.
According to someone (a friend told me this she belongs to the group too). To whom actually?
Who says it is not allowed to celebrate? The Jehova Witnesses always did till about 40-50 years ago. I admit they are not the jolliest types around. For some reason, religious people are seldom happy people. They live in fear.

The bible hasn't changed during the past 50 years only people do.
They change their opinion mainly because of one big mouth preaching the new truth.
And if you wonder: no, we do not have Muslims at this school so they cannot complain about this extra schoolday.
If, they were the number one skipping it. They do not care about other people their habits just want you to be open for theirs. If it comes to it religion is a great excuse to do as you like. If you read what I wrote you know the benefits of religion which are: No need to take part, waste your weekend on extra schooldays and parties and if you have something to celebrate yourself you do not show up either. It is all in the name of the lord and only stupid Dutchmen (and the threatened ones) buy this shit.

It is 7:20 am.
The main reason this NaNoWriMo goes nowhere is to win time. I had a terrible, painful night and the prednisone I took yesterday didn't help. The bus-kid thought it might be a good idea to take it now instead of waiting for one till two days which means I am sick during the weekend again. Hurray, what a happy day. So my intention is to go back to bed and sleep for some hours. There is nothing to see except fog outside. I guess it rained last night but my laundry is done and I hung it inside and there is no need to do the dishes. The youngest went to school by bike so I could take my rest.

##I could take my rest if I wouldn't push myself to write first.
No matter dead or alive the writing must go on. By now I have the proof the disgusting Wapiti does not cause my illness I did not take it. It can be stress, PS (provider syndrome after stressing out without internet and losing my money thanks to T-mobile) or... the food. I ate two boiled eggs and one tasted weird. So did the bus-kid's "Humpty Dumpty" (school project egg: throw a raw egg from 10 meters height without breaking it) but this one was different.

You never know what a chicken ate.
Is it really better, more healthy to eat eggs from a chicken that searches for its own food? Those bugs and worms, the flies... You can never be sure where they have been, what they ate. Pesticides, shit, and plastic to give you a hint and to start with. Things we are not fond of. That is why we eat the bar and not its wrap.

Only "Holle, Bolle Gijs" eats everything you feed him.
If you ask me it is one of the best attractions of the attraction park the "Efteling". It is a fat boy that says " Hier papier" (Here paper). You stick your hand in his mouth and a little bit deeper in his throat and he says "Mmmm lekker hoor. Dank je wel" (Mmm that tastes great. Thank you very much.). No garbage at hand? You can just stick your empty hand in his mouth to receive some response. I love to have one myself or one in the center of town.
You cannot say Hollow Puffy Gijs is picky, he eats everything. He is not a paperboy only. Well raised he is too. He says "Thank you". His unhealthy shape is caused by paper and plastic and who knows what else people push in his throat to get rid of. At least the park at this spot is clean, cleaner as the road where I live. No one says it is discrimination to show a fat, white boy, they only complain about the guy with the long neck (another attraction in this once fairy tale only attraction park).

If you have nothing else to do as complaining and demonstrating. See something bad and negative in everything find a job! Start working 10-12 hours a day. Only bored and spoiled people start fights and see problems which don't exist.
You can join #nanowrimo too. It keeps you busy for some hours especially if you type on your mobile phone like me.

This is the end. Tea time and time for my retirement. Who knows write a story again. Will I write a book this month? I don't know but I used two daily prompts and that is more as most Steemians can say. Happy writing to all of you.

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