Thursday, August 27, 2015


The little guy said today that he cannot wait to go to school. I hope he is not bored with me at home. He doesn't want to go out too much either. We have traveled a lot this summer, worked a lot, and we like to stay at home for the last few days of our holiday. We play badminton, we are getting better at it. 

Thursday, August 6, 2015

on my own

I was rewarded three days on my own. Mainly because I needed to finish work on a book (that I am editing for a publishing house). That didn't stop me from enjoying various pleasures the entire free space was giving me. I didn't know which goodie, which tidbit, to choose first. It is almost finished now, tomorrow I will twine round my family again. I've been missing the little guy the most. Tomorrow his little chitter chatter start again, instant talk, monologue, about Lego and various other tidbits of his that he never stops thinking about. I usually don't have an idea what he is talking about but I remember exclamations that can relate to my own existential feelings. Before he left it was: "...switch to the creative mode..." and "...a lever that can change almost everything..." I could identify with that.

P.S. The drawing of squares is a common drawing of the Little Guy's and mine, laying around.

Tuesday, August 4, 2015

More of it

Open space, this time.

Sunday, August 2, 2015


More pictures from this curious town..

Saturday, July 25, 2015

Lucca, Volterra, Pisa

We went to Italy, again. We chose the hottest week in the year and in the several past years. I am not sure about the future. Of course, I have known that it doesn't make sense to travel to Italy in July, it is too hot and tourists ruin everything for you. Campo dei Miracoli in Pisa is probably pretty miraculous but everybody before you has already discovered it, that is what you realize when you finally make it there. I took a picture of the tower not leaning. Where are those deserted towns that I visited ten years ago in early spring? Anyway, we stayed in Lucca and travelled to Volterra, Pisa and the sea. The bus ride to the spiaggia libera was an exercise in social consciousness and compassion, I am not joking. The bus always had the same pattern of travellers: one Czech family and beach vendors from Africa. We bought a beach umbrella from one of them but that probably didn't help the world.

Thursday, July 9, 2015


 We were hiding in my dad's cold and cool house during the past unbearable days. Occasionally we went out, appreciated another cold place, which is a river. My dad's courtyard also came handy. He needs a garden furniture. Something in the French style.