Sunday, November 16, 2014

anniversary

17 November, 1989, so it is 25 years now. I am trying not to think too much about things that haven't changed. These things are probably not a matter of living under communism but of something deeper, reaching far back to the history, as many people say, towards the Thirty Years War that ended up in 1648. But there are many positive things that weren't then, let's not forget. The little guy, my Czech-American little guy, has no idea what was going on 25 years ago and before. Sometimes I tell him little bits of here and there, what the life was like and such. He likes to listen to it, because it sound like tales from other planet. Every day life was absurd enough to last for fairy tales through out his childhood. I might take him for some piety meeting tomorrow to the street where the events took place. I took him out three years ago when Havel died and people were out to put candles to the memorial. He already doesn't remember he was there with me. But now we watch this fun animated series about Czech history narrated to kids (click on the green arrow to start). We like it.

View towards the erstwhile iron curtain in Šumava

Saturday, November 8, 2014

Table


Back in the 1960s, when they made this table, they had no idea that it would look like a giant i-phone one day. The curious thing is that nowadays they don't know how to make the glass top this pitch black anymore, at least that is what the antique seller told me, they look kind of greyish. Technologies come and go. Now I wish the table top was interactive.

Sunday, November 2, 2014

Dušičky


I made a sweater for Domi, berocco yarn and something red. I only hope he will weare it. He said he would. He is growing up.

Sunday, October 19, 2014

Film

video
The little guy went for a workshop today, they made animation. Aliens in a band. Silly and funny. Have a look.

Sunday, October 5, 2014

October at home







 


The life is going on here. The little guy needs to go to the zoo. He is an animal expert. I went to the zoo for the first time when I was 8. He already knows everything. The other time he taught his class that lamas defend themselves by spitting. The teacher was amazed. She didn't know, too.On top of everything he can read what I am writing here. He is sitting on my lap and is reading everything out loud few seconds after I write it. It gets annoying. He is a sweet guy.

1. missing tooth
2. remembrance of summer, a pie from the Chod country
3. a present, wrapping is the little guy's work
4. a bag with a patchwork applique that I made
5. poster for the theater play Michelangelo from the 1970s - on that another time
6. kid's drawings
7. hidden life inside of the toy box
8. hidden life inside of the book shelf 

Friday, September 26, 2014

September













Few weeks ago. I was enjoying the countryside and aesthetically winding paths while the little guy was noticing grasshoppers and beetles. I went mushroom picking, by myself for the first time, found many mushrooms but not the right ones. The forest was pretty anyway, with the non- or less edible mushrooms around. And it was so quiet that I heard a wild bird above me swinging his wings! It was like somebody was lashing a stick. Pretty cool!

Sunday, September 21, 2014