Monday, December 29, 2014
Wednesday, December 24, 2014
Sunday, November 30, 2014
book after Atelier pour Enfants
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
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
Sunday, October 5, 2014
October at home
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
Monday, August 18, 2014
America
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