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I Can’t Believe it’s Winter Time

So here we are, in the first Advent week, outside are mere 15 degrees, still sunny and the occasional rain was probably just the last week’s news. As for now, it actually can still get pretty hot over the day.
I’ve finally (!) managed to fix my SD card reader, who would think that after a year of not working I would have this brilliant idea (which, as I found out later on on Google, is pretty non-brilliant and kind of *duuuh*), and I uninstalled all generic USB drivers on my PC and let it re-install with a restart. Bam, I’ve got myself a working SD card reader. I just wish I would figure that out a year ago, so I wouldn’t be doing this clunky card-to-notebook-to-hardrive-to-PC thing… Oh well, at least I know it now, let’s stay positive! And some pictures to prove it.



I’m getting pretty fat by now which I’d say should be positive, as far as it’s not only the fluff supplies growing but also everything under them, in the order as it should and it is required. My next doc appt. is in two weeks and I am already getting paranoid if everything’s ok.
But, inshallah, it is.



I am soo hormonal nowadays. Hubby recently bought a roll from Cinnabon as a good-husband-gesture and I almost cried. Not over the gesture, but because cinnamon rolls make my stomach go awry already for few weeks, so I was torn apart between eating it and running to the bathroom and not eating it and making my husband disappointed and sad – which is what brought me to tears. The imagination of a sad husband and his good will gesture going to waste. So I pinched a little on it and than stopped with an excuse on a really full stomach. It was true after all and no lie, as the sweets arrived right after a pretty big lunch. *Phew*. Actually, writing about it makes me wanna cry too.
I’m also all tears over being far from snow, winter, miserable weather, and all these Christmas lights and awful design ideas of trees and decorations, and the smell of gingerbread and long nights and the smell of Christmas days I remember from home – a pine, an orange, some gingerbread and lots of colourful lights instead of a night lamp. Good for eyes while reading!
I was thinking about making some carton decoration for our desert home here, so my kid has fun when doing it and it’s better than TV, and our housekeeper is a Christian – so to make her a little happy and feel more friendly in this land of sand a mosques.
Will see, it’s still a lot of time after all. I am, however, definitely going to try to bake some of the traditional Czech stuff.
Oh oh and not to forget with my baby brain – my dear husband gave me a birthday present in advance again and paid for my site hosting as well as Flickr Pro account, so I can continue writing about nonsense and upload pictures nobody wants to see. Yay me! Thank you, Abu.

Wet Summer

Almost since the day we came it keeps on raining in Czech – small drops, big drops, dense or here and there, misty or haily, that’s the weather we get. At least Dori’s not sorry that she can’t go out much yet. We started to go out short walks to forest now, but the rain comes sometimes quite surprisingly, even storms.






We usually take a short hike up the hill over the town, there eat a bit of peas from the field, and go back. It’s steep at least, so we can exercise a little bit. Not really much of a summer yet, with all that frowny skies we get 12 – 15 degrees of Celsius top, while in Kuwait is well over 40.
Gonna be a shocker coming back, I’m telling ya.

Prší, prší, jen se leje…

Depka

Hledám dobrou náladu. Tedy… občas ji najdu, ale většinu času se courám po bytě a zírám z oken ven; prší a prší a prší. Déšť sám o sobě mi nedělá problém – miluju ten vzduch, tu vůni po dešti a čerstvost, co se do pokojů hrne otevřeným oknem. A občas se i cítím jako bych měla skočit zpět do dětství, vyběhnout ven a užít si ten slejvák pořádně; jenže už mi není dvanáct a s hijábem se toho v dešti moc nenavyvádí – kromě pocitu totální promočenosti. Tak jen sedím a sleduju šedivost za oknem, vodu padající z nebe a deštníky a zakuklence, promočené Indky v sárích spěchající za něčím – pravděpodobně za nějakým obstojných úkrytem před nemilosrdnými kapkami deště, jež se studenou vytrvalostí máčí jemnou, mnohobarevnou látku. Mraky těhotné mnohadenní zásobou vody nedělají z člověka zrovna optimistu se sluncem v duši; a rozhodně mi nepomáhají v bojůvkách s vykývanou psychikou.
Sebemenší věc mne posílá do dešťové nálady a vidím všechno šedě – upřímná, leč nepříjemná kritika mých fotografií; to samé s blogem. Nuda… prý. Já vím. A taky vím, že nefotím ani nepíšu pro okolí, ale hlavně pro sebe. Vzpomínky, deník, jakkoliv pojmenováno, splňuje to dva základní účely; vzpomenutí na to, čím jsme prošli – i kdyby nepřímo přes nějakou fotku či článek, toť podstata; a terapeutický účinek na mou někdy rozjitřenou duši, jindy pro sdílení radosti či starosti, prostě – steam off.