Isn't he lovely?

My little precious nephew, my little prince charming, my apple in the eye...I miss him so much sometimes, and it happens from time to time that I wish my brother had never moved to Sweden. Somehow I feel deprived of being an aunt. I am sure that all my love and affection towards this little creature is even stronger now, but still...I would rather they lived in Gdynia. I would rather he was brought up in our motherhood, in Gdynia, in Poland. However, I know that if they did, their life wouldn't be as comfortable as it is now. So probably it is better for him to be there...Well, that is the life of the distant aunt :)
photo1 - Miki 'swimming' in Mike's t-shirt
photo2- Together in mountains

not exactly healthy

Well...November is quite known for the high incidence of crimes. Crimes connected with health. So I was also robbed of my health. :) Instead of going to work I made my way to a doctor who prescribed me tones of stuff that I am suppsed to take. A considerable quantity of those things are antibiotics with terrifying names. I hate that!
The positive thing in all of that is that I finally can read some books just for the pleasure and not because I have to and the other is that Michal looks after me. He made sandwiches for me today, plenty of mugs with hot tea, lemon and rapsberry juice. I love it! (maybe I should be ill more often?) And the friends that drop in ...and the cookies that I got from Ola...and...Sometimes it is good to be ill.

Nuta

My precious little friend, a flatmate and sometimes a "badmate" - Nuta. She is a three-years old Irish Seter which I simply just adore. I guess I got in love with this particular breed of dogs when I was a small girl and we used to live in a different district of Gdynia. There was this elderly gentleman, old captain who seemed to be very mysterious and interesting person. I just loved chatting to him, while meeting him in front of our block of flats or going together in a lift. And next to him there was always a dog...The Irish seter. Since those times I guess that those dogs have become somehow symbolic to me, they remind me of sweet years of my childhood.

My hero!

Finally I was able to load the photo with the lovest musician of mine!!! Leszek Mozdzer ( that's his name) is a marvellous pianist which I just adore! And it was such a surprise to me to be able to get to know him in person. It was some time ago in the summer at my friend's after-wedding party. We were sitting in a garden, having a barbeque, talking, drinking and dancing and than He came as a partner of one of the girls that were invited. WOW! I was flabergasted and in fact still am when I look at this photo. If you are interesed to get to know something more about him take a look www.mozdzer.com.

the life of a tramp

Sometimes I would love to get rid of everything that limits me. My job, my friends, family, emotions and feelings. Sometimes I dream about setting off on a journey that will change my life. New places, new people, new experiences and feelings. To change places whenever I want and whenever I feel. And all of that is probably because my life slowly turns into some terrible routine...On Monday looking forward to Friday. Living from weekend to weekend. I miss some adventure, some thrill. All of that has become some kind of a vicious circle. Maybe I should find a new hobby? Or to take few days off and visit some new places? I miss SO terribly those carefree travels like the one with Ola in Greece. We just went where we felt like, saw places we desired to see and although we were terribly tired ( not mentioning our poor feet!!!) we had that inner satisfaction of fullfiling our dreams and desires. Is there finally soem time for a change?

simple

Isn't she beautiful? Sometimes it is just enough to see a picture like that and you automatically feel better. Simple pictures, simple situations and simple moments...we just have to take as much of the positive thinking out of them as it is possible. Just look at it and enjoy! Enjoy every moment!

Candle Light

There has always been something magical in that day. Not only because of the memories that surround us, concerning all our relatives and friends, that died. There is something in the air...The smell of the candles, the scents of autumn, and the chilly air that announces the arrival of winter...soon. I like this day when all the people hurry to graveyards, carrying the candles and chrysanthemums. The crowds that for just this one day will probably think about death and the mortality of humans. Should we think about that while living ? Should we carry in mind that every each of us will have the same end? That we will be all equal standing face to face with death? Let's live our lives the best we can so that we will never regret anything that we did or that we haven't done.