There's a cat in the courtyard, that keeps on saying "halloooooo".

There's a cat in the courtyard, that keeps on saying "halloooooo". as if it was answering a phone call and didn't hear anything. The cat is invisible. Always hear it, never see it.
I disappeared, too. Well, from my blog. 

It all started with a new job I enjoy, serving beauty again, how lucky. Moved into a great new house which decoration makes me feel I am in a retro movie every time I step in. Summer comes and goes but the occasional sunny afternoons spent with friends on my roof in deck chairs seem to be endless. I fell two times of my bike, but also managed not to fall off my bike while I was outrageously drunk. (it was my birthday, is that enough of an excuse?). 

That was a fun night, with an even funnier ending. Being a bit "tired" as we were riding home around 5 a.m., me (sideways) and the violinist (scared of seeing me fall and taking a nap on the side of the road anytime), I of course forgot to take the right turn to my street and got a bit lost. We stopped on an empty avenue to take a look at the map and find our way back, when, all of a sudden, out of nowhere, appears an orthodox jew on his bike too, wearing his fur hat (with a plastic bag on it to keep it from the rain), around his fifties, apparently sober. He first comes to us and asks if he can help. So we show him the map and ask him the way, but he appears not to know where we are at all and we say, thanks, we'll find it. And then he says, just as naturally as we asked him the way: "Could you please come and spend the night with me?" 
We were just looking at him, wide-eyed, blinking with disbelief. Then we looked at each other but he started again, nearly begging, "I really need you. Please come sleep with me".
All my wittiness or usual reactivity to such ridiculous bids was gone. Speechless, I was so shocked I didn't even think of telling him off, not even wtf????. Suddenly sobered up, I realized where we were and where we had to go, and just thought of leaving. 
Obviously, when we told the story to our Antwerp friends, acquainted with the usual attitude of orthodox jews, they could hardly believe us. Yet it was true. Some people are apparently hopelessly frustrated and I start getting used to bizarre encounters. 

Anyway, I went to Prague as well and had a wonderful time. Especially after a couple medical checks. Before that I had breast cancer (or lived with the idea of having one). Since I got a medical confirmation that I didn't, that I was all right, I only had to get rid of a possible nascent hypochondria. So I celebrated all that with the Flower lady,  the  fashion designer (who -normally - doesn't drink) and Nils, who had abandoned his wild geese somewhere in Vlams-Brabant to experience wonderful adventures with other wild animals in Prague. We were so happy and danced and partied for so long that we were tempted to blame it on some added extra substance in our drinks. But why do so, since they can always blame me if needed. (It's ok, as long as I'm blamed for really good parties).

Today started gloomy, but the sun finally came out, I took a train to Brussels, had a meeting and it seems I'll get another nice job soon. 
My life's not all sorted yet. New starts are never easy, that's maybe why they're so cool. I have great people around me, even if some of them are physically a bit far and I wish I could have a live laugh with them and hug them more often.

Meanwhile, this cat in the courtyard... it still keeps on saying "halloooooo".