Feel whole-heartedly invited to visit the blog of "Help for Families" Foundation in its English version. I'm a co-writer, co-editor and translator:
It's a good place to stop and rest.
Saturday, 10 March 2012
Thursday, 16 February 2012
heavy snow and blizzards
This is what it's like in Poland now.
I wish especially our friend Joseph from Chennai, Idnia, could come and see this. It's 30 degrees where he lives.
I wish especially our friend Joseph from Chennai, Idnia, could come and see this. It's 30 degrees where he lives.
Thursday, 29 September 2011
autumn
Fabulous colours,
fresh mornings and steamy windscreen, when taking kids to school and kindergarten,
my husband's bike tours before winter comes (and mine, too),
still lives of vegetables at the greengrocer's,
the smell of new (note)books,
the murmur of the printer,
the warmth of rosary beads,
the sensation of starting things anew.
fresh mornings and steamy windscreen, when taking kids to school and kindergarten,
my husband's bike tours before winter comes (and mine, too),
still lives of vegetables at the greengrocer's,
the smell of new (note)books,
the murmur of the printer,
the warmth of rosary beads,
the sensation of starting things anew.
Thursday, 7 July 2011
teacher on holiday
I like many things about teaching but today I want to mention holidays. I've never had to alter my notion of July and August as holidays (ok, maybe except for the times of my youth when I worked in summer). Students go on holiday, and so do I.
That does not mean I am as free as the wind and idle. Towards the end of June I simply change into an itinerant mother with two kids, bags, backpacks, baskets and the like. In the beginning I have to kick myself out of the office, because I delude myself I love the perfect predictability of daily routines and don't want to jump into the chaos of searching for my belongings arranged in new places, "no schedule" or a makeshift schedule of you-never-know-what-the-weather-will-be-like.
But after several days of being a professional holiday maker, I don't know how I was able to stick to the office for the whole year, to do my chores and not much more than this.
Right now I'm in the countryside, it's been a two-week stay already. There's the hammock, black and red currant, birds chirping, and nearly no traffic apart from incidental bikes or tractors. Husband and children, all of us together from dawn to dusk, like in some "Little House on the Prairie" series.
So sad it can't last forever. But maybe then it wouldn't be this precious. Besides, it's only the beginning of July. Soon I'll pack the bags again and move elsewhere.
And for all those who envy;) I'd like to remind that the only hindrance of a two-month holiday (when you have your own business, like me) is that it is totally... unpaid. Isn't but freedom priceless?
That does not mean I am as free as the wind and idle. Towards the end of June I simply change into an itinerant mother with two kids, bags, backpacks, baskets and the like. In the beginning I have to kick myself out of the office, because I delude myself I love the perfect predictability of daily routines and don't want to jump into the chaos of searching for my belongings arranged in new places, "no schedule" or a makeshift schedule of you-never-know-what-the-weather-will-be-like.
But after several days of being a professional holiday maker, I don't know how I was able to stick to the office for the whole year, to do my chores and not much more than this.
Right now I'm in the countryside, it's been a two-week stay already. There's the hammock, black and red currant, birds chirping, and nearly no traffic apart from incidental bikes or tractors. Husband and children, all of us together from dawn to dusk, like in some "Little House on the Prairie" series.
So sad it can't last forever. But maybe then it wouldn't be this precious. Besides, it's only the beginning of July. Soon I'll pack the bags again and move elsewhere.
And for all those who envy;) I'd like to remind that the only hindrance of a two-month holiday (when you have your own business, like me) is that it is totally... unpaid. Isn't but freedom priceless?
Saturday, 28 May 2011
mother's day
With our sonny's play in the kindergarten yet to come (this Monday), the celebrations of the Mother's Day resulted in the following bunch of lovely gifts (the card from my 7-year-old daughter):
There were also two paper flowers made with a drinking straw, and singing songs, including Happy Birthday to You (in English, I'm proud to say! The success, however, is to be attributed to the kindergarten teacher, not me...)
And a song, a song! J.J. Barrie 1976.
Music Downloads | Free Music at EZ-Tracks.com
There were also two paper flowers made with a drinking straw, and singing songs, including Happy Birthday to You (in English, I'm proud to say! The success, however, is to be attributed to the kindergarten teacher, not me...)
And a song, a song! J.J. Barrie 1976.
Music Downloads | Free Music at EZ-Tracks.com
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