cozy together

all this christmasy atpmosphere reminded me of an old man i met some time ago, a few days before The Big Snow.

it was very cold already, i went for a short walk with pea in the sling. we were wearing a babywearing jacket, she was also wearing a warm cap, and, as it was getting very windy and freezing, i covered her with the special baby-panel, so she almost desappeared. there might have been a bling-bling of her shiny blue eyes visible sometimes, but only for those, who were willing to see it.
anyway, i was walking on a street and talking to her, as i usually do (sometimes i think she's all: c'mon, someone shut her up, but until she pronounces it with a beautiful well-educated accent, i just don't care).
and then this old man appeared. just an old man, thin, he was wearing brown or greyish clothes, a hat, glasses. he looked very nice, but when he was passing us by, he gave us A Look. i smiled and said: oh, don't worry! i have a baby here, i'm not talking to myself!. then he smiled back and replied: no, no! i saw the baby's cap and eyes, i know what You have there. it's just so cute. i was really relieved to hear this, as usually the older people seem to have completely forgotten the fact that in the post-war years lots (most?) of the babies were carried because of the lack of the strollers, so most of the reactions i get are hysterical (i especially like when they not talk to me, but to pea, like: oh, poor baby, you must be so unomfortable in there, without even looking at me). so i was very happy the man was nice.
and then he turned to me and said: i just have to tell you this story. i was walking one day in a park, as i usually do. i made even some acquintances there, people recognize me, as we go there in the same hours. i used to have a dog - a nice little dog, later i had to put her to sleep, you know, she was very sick. but when she was alive i walked with her every day. such a kind animal she was. and one morning it was very cold, like today. i was wearing a sheepsking coat, a very good and warm coat. but the dog, poor thing, was shaking with cold. so i thought: "i am old, you are old, poor us. let's stick together, we'll get warmer". and i put her under this coat and we felt a lot better. so i walked like this, talking to her, and it was very nice - we felt each other, the snow was falling, i felt very happy. and then i saw two ladies that i usually met in the park at these hours. i tried to wave, but they passed me by very quickly and i just heard one say to another: "look... her was completely perfect just a few days ago! and now he's already talking to himself! you never know when it gets you...".
he laughed, i laughed, we looked at each other with unterstanding. then he just said something like goodbye, or have a nice day, and rushed away. and i feel that haven't stopped smiling ever since.

well, yes, when we stick together, talk to each other, touch, hug... we might get little bit crazy. but very, very happy at the same time!
and this is what i wish You this Christmas.

with love,
kasia

just an old bucket

jsut an old bucket
Originally uploaded by kasia wska

well, guys? what do you see here? just an old bucket?

i love it. it's beautiful, classic, pretty. it's damaged, i know, and i would like it to be as it was, but anyway i think it's amazing. i wouldn't change it for a million of plastic buckets.

when i was photographing it, one close person from my family came asking, what the hell i was doing. what did you find in there? why are you taking shots of an old bucket?
hm, i don't know, but i really had no idea it was a strange thing to do!

and i still think it's pretty.
well, taste.
well, my old fashioned mind.

the new carrier

after suffering a terrible back-ache with superheavy;) pea i finally decided to get a manduca. we officially can't afford it, so we'll see how it goes. but i don't care. we'll manage. pea needs carrying and this carrier is just perfect.

a true romance

sometimes i just like to push my boundaries and check how far can i go.

this time, as i like romantic comedies and have a soft spot for sit-coms (even though watching them with no telly in da house is quite difficult) i decided to try to read a true romance book as a guilty pleasure.
lately i was not too good emotionally and an easy-peasy tale would keep me going.

as i'm not very into intellectual reading (i'm very into emotional reading, so sometimes people think i'm intellectual, just because i read saramago and such - don't be fooled, i just read those books because there are fuel for my therapy sessions!) i thought this just might be perfect, and then i'll move on to danielle steel and just shut up about the whole book thing.

i won't tell what was book i got, i'm too ashamed.
but to tell you the truth, it's very, very difficult to read!
it has no logic.
it's boooring.
so no, i give up, even though i've read bridget jones and devil wears prada with a real pleasure (so now you can get the orientation point).

it was a kind of relief, though. i thought i would die in a hell made of pink plush.

blah!

i have a few posts-drafts and nothing's ready to be published. i have ideas and things to say, but after a whole day with pea (and today was a day of fussiness) my mind is too tired to write anything that makes sense. my mind screams sleep and my body screams whisky. yes, very funny.
i used to be freaked out when i had to stay alone with pea for a night or two weekly... now i'm tired, but on the other hand i like the me-time i get when she's asleep. today it was difficult, though, as we're entering a new naps-schedule and it seems she will be sleeping less (but maybe she'll stop waking up at 6am to play:)?).
and now, as i have this moment, when she's already sleeping an i am not, i've had some me-time in the internet, i've had a tiny glass of wine, and now i'd love to finish and publish those drafts, but it feels like eating a piece of cake after having eaten a whole box of ice-cream. you know what i mean? nice, but impossible.
i hope to start some real blogging adventure soon, but how do i do this? oh, how? maybe i'll get a bigger stomach?

reading

yes, i'm alive and reading! :)

i've decided to quit goodreads, as i haven't had time to actually make a good use of it. i regret it (not quitting, but not having time).
but as i like sharing my reading ideas, i'll try to post some words about it here.

for example now i'm reading cranford by elizabeth gaskell and i'm really enjoying it.

and before it i followed all the steps of adrian mole and it left me lightheaded.

i need happy books as a therapy from a sad one i'm working on... (i won't go into details, but it's a sad one!).

and You, what are You reading now?

can't stop singing, digidong!

not only the music. the VIDEO is pure awesomeness!!!