My life has been surrounded by a translation and I need to do some work every day but tonight I was on strike. I read a paper. With a literary section. They had a nice portion of it. I read Linhartová, an essay from the 1980. It is strange to read her in a translation. She wrote a good deal of her work in her twenties, and then, after she left for France in 1968, continued writing in French only. She did not leave, as she said somewhere, for political reasons but for the fact that possibilities of her own language were exhausted for her. In this translation, on poetry, she is more straightaway than in her ephemeral stories from the 60s, however, while reading, I felt like I was walking inside of my own cerebral convolutions.
It has been snowing all day. ALL DAY. Prague is beautiful in the snow. Only going to the kindergarten in the morning takes a quarter an hour more. Dominik starts to have his own projects, often too crazy to be implemented. Some are nice, we doodled on stripes of paper that he had cut out. I made a design for a scarf. And a headband for an Indian guy. It was a blog worthy outcome.
A little book on embroidery that I got at Rosa Pomar's. There are far more nice and cute pictures like these in the book. And reading Portugal is fun, I mean for those who do not speak the language. So I do not know if it has some clever tricks how to make your kid start embroider (if you ever wanted to) but I enjoy the pictures and decide whether to try something like this or that. I think that what I like the most is that I actually do not know how to embroider nicely and patiently and this book proves for me that it does not matter.
I liked the garlands that I saw somewhere on someones blog, they were professional, long and cut out with a saw. I was wondering how difficult it is to make one. I made three rows of singing cats and glued them together. They are too many, I am afraid, so many cats singing, it is annoying. They are our St. Nicholas's day garland, they watched the window, where this Mikuláš (Nicholas) left some treats in a sock for Domík.
There is a hell lot of snow in Prague right now. It keeps falling down, just like feathers from the blanket. It looks magic, the snow. It is sparkly, as my kid reminded me today. We made a ginger bread house. I think it is the last one that I ever made. It took several days, starting with getting ingredients, going through baking, decorating, gluing it together. I like it. It is big and takes lot of space on our table. It is my art piece. It has tiny mushrooms on the roof. The weird animals around are a fox ans a hare.
The kid's sickness has been getting unbearable. Also for the parents. I am trying to deal with our spare time at best when we cannot go out or to see other kids. Although his games are getting more complex, still it is hard for me to embody mentally into a 3 years old. Luckily, we got some finger puppets, I like the choice of species, a beetle, a duck and a cat (I could not find the cat to make a photo shoot with) and we play our "talking game", one of a more demanding ones. I enjoyed drawing fish, Domik helped a little, too. these were props for another game that I did not have to play. Daddy had to.
I do not know If I like the knitting that I started. The yarn is great, the pattern doesn't show at all what it did in a magazine.
I made Domík a bag, a shopping bag, he calls it. He was checking on mine to give me instructions how to make his. It needs to open, he said. He was nice the whole time I sewed, he knew I was making something for him and thus giving him attention. And so he played quietly along. But I give him attention all the time!
Atlas of mushrooms, I have a hard time finding good translation for that, I hope atlas is right. This one is from 1831-1846, it is big, 38 x 48 cm and has 76 plates. I do not have it, these pictures were taken in a library and published in another book. So, imagine it big, otherwise you do not get the image. It is a piece of art. I am more of a mushroom admirer than a hunter. However, I have to admit, there is something about going to forest and wander around and finding and picking them.
The title is VIncenc Julius Krombholz, Naturgetreue Abbildungen und Beschreibungen der essbaren und vedaechtigen Schwaemme, Praga, 1831 - 1846.
And thank you for showing empathy on my last post, the kid is jumping and running again, oh my god.
Tonsillitis second in a row. It is crazy, this illness chain has started since he has been going to school every day. I am at home and cannot really do much for work. Fevers and crying. Fighting over taking antibiotics. I was actually going to write something different:
There could not have been a nicer surprise yesterday morning, a package from Finland from Merulli. Nice yarn and something for Domik too, he is a fan of Moomintroll and here comes his Mumínek. I like the yarn a lot, it will turn in something nice one of these days.
This is at the playground two weeks ago. The same night he had a fever and has been at home with tonsillities ever since. He is jumping around again, wants to play with us all the time. I can't wait for him to start kindergarten again, my little bunny, my cutie, my everything.
