Friday, November 3, 2017

It's not getting any easier. I think it's actually getting harder. Is it right? Should it be that way?
Before I was able to talk about it, now i can't.

Need to pick up a head stone. Looks like i don't even care what it's going to be and what words there are going to be.

Thursday, October 26, 2017

How is it possible to be afraid of something every single day? Of bad stuff happening. Even thinking about bad things happening makes u afraid if that thought materializing and happening. So you are afraid of thinking about thinking a bad thing happening. I don't think it makes sense.


Wednesday, October 25, 2017

Ha ha. I'm back. 
i think its a great idea to write everything that happens in your life. It's like a journal. But then, you have to have something to tell. I think it's a good idea to pass everything to your future self, or for your kids to read when you gone. Cause nobody know where we will end up. I might loose my mind, and then somebody will have to read to me this journal and remind me of feeling that i had on every day of my like. Or my kids will get to the point where they want to tell their kids or grand kids stories of their grandmother. But how? They are to busy to listen, so maybe they will find use for this place where i can collect every day events. 

I like FB. Why? because some days it reminds me what i posted 3 years ago on this day, and that makes me feel nostalgic. The rest, is just a tracking device for participants. But then i need to post something every day. But what do i post? Lately i lost will to post. 

Yesterday i realized I'm 1/3 not a bad mother so far. So far because it might change any moment. We don't know when we doing good job or we failing. This will all uncover when we are on our death bed. 1/3 because i have 3 kids. and 1/3 of them getting close to being an adult and looks like that 1/3 not smoking, not drinking, and not wasting his life completely. 
Pat on the shoulder. 

I hope it holds. 










Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Yesterdays

Time to come back.
It's not a place to write what happens now, it's more for the things that happened yesterday. Only interesting things.


E. lost two of his front top baby teeth. Now he looks like a vampire. So funny and scary at the same time.










D. is a sensei now. He probably even sleeps with his new belt.

G. loves saying and hearing poems. Favorite word - "сама" (myself)

Last weekend we went camping. For 2 days. With the rain. It was nice.  There is not enough dry pants for E.





Monday, November 5, 2012

After the weekend.

The sky after the storm

 
Monkey-face. Playing to the chair lock.