lingering thoughts

sometimes my mind wanders and I think about the park in Oliwa. I remember how beautiful it is in the day, and more importantly at night. The leaves that weave their way to the sky - their branches intertwined and laced together for decades and more and leading people along the many paths the park offers.

This last time I visited my mother and i hopped the tram from old Gdansk to the park and happened upon my grandmother. We attended mozart in the park and it was one of my favorite moments of my entire trip. I wish I could re-enact it over and over again.

sunday, sunday

Sitting here with the little Pedro and wee Henrietta and it's Sunday morning.
It's cool, I've already done the Sunday morning blog read and I have on a sweater and am drinking coffee and looking at the grey sky outside silently wishing I could stay home and spend all day with my two little pups, lying in bed drinking coffee and tea and watching jane austen and cohen brothers and reading here and there in between. But alas, I will shortly get my lazy butt off the couch, take the pups on a walk and commence the 'beautifying' process where I return to the glamorous world of the semi-living, intent on selling you a new concealer or lipstick.

I hope that m.'s tour is going well.
alright, off I go...