South of the border,West of the sun.

          Is not life amazing?
For others, simple and without bends, you can say so sloppy.
Without any lofty experiences, incredible deep feelings and emotions, without any mental shocks.
Like a desert.
Empty and dry.
But not our hero.
His experiences are so deep and moving, it can not just end up in the middle of the book and walk away.

Other christmas ball.

And again Chrismas coming to us.
I know then you say it is a lot of time,but in a shop, starts to appear decorations and even we not realize then,this time,come so quickly.
Well,my tree has not enough glass ball.

God is not dead.

       In recent days,I had the pleasure to see the second part of this film.
Not very well remember the first part.I know that the young boy went to college and one of his teachers at the first lesson wished to students posted on the paper declaration that God is dead.
Young student deeply religious opposed it, and the teacher said that since so it has three days to prove him and the class that God really exists.

Something about sport.

       Olympics is in full swing, and I did not even see it opened.
The first reason: I do not have a TV;
second reason: I have no desire to see the state as a "build" on the Olympics at the expense of others, then you taxpayer and your children will pay off for years.

Forgotten garden?

For such a long time I did not write about the garden.
Why?
It is a sad story.
Where I lived before I had to leave and the vicissitudes of life led me all alone to the house, which lives with a few people.

Knitting and my set of winter.

Knitting?
I never like it!
Without stick should not be approached.
I remember at school to work with them I suffered.
My gloves are the only class not been completed.
I came to the tip of the fingers, and ... I could not finish, and my socks ... it was close it would be longer than the legs.

Let`s be creative

    And I try to be a creative person!

I read that living minimalist try to create something that we need the things that we already have.

In the end, they acted as our grandmothers and mothers in times of PRL in Poland, when there was nothing on the shop`s shelves, and we had to somehow deal.