Pure white snow

Sunday, 7 February 2010

In the morning we were surprised from the beautiful white snow, covering the trees, the cars, the streets and the ground. It was quiet. I took the wooden shovel and I cleaned the space at front the house, then made few paths in the yard.

See our street in 9.00 am.

Street, lime tree, snow and silence

Car traces and a lonely walker

The lonely walker is going down

The cornel-tree in our garden is sleeping under snow

Now I'm in the Living Castle. I want to make some yoga exercises, so I'll leave the computer. It was nice to see you here. You're always welcome back to my home's blog! See you soon!

Simple life exercise

Sunday, 31 January 2010

Today I had a Simple life exercise. It was a calm and a nice day.

I woke up late. My sweetheart was still sleeping and I took my forgotten puzzle. It was waiting for me for long months under the sofa and then over the bookcase.
I cleaned the dust on the pieces and started to put them in order.
I investigated and arranged many pieces all the day. I felt comfortable, homelike and glad.
In the meanwhile, I ate cheese sandwiches and drank tea, listened to the radio, read a book, ate beans, took a bath, talked with my sweetheart.

That's what shall be Mona Lisa someday.

Being lazy and living simply in the Sunday afternoon is a God's grace. Thanks to my beloved Lydia, I had so much time for me. Thank you, my love! I appreciate it!

Orange and clove

Sunday, 24 January 2010

Today Lydia made this:


She peeled an orange and put cloves' seeds on it. It smells nice.

Yesterday she made my day

Friday, 10 October 2008

The days are numbers... but yesterday I realized that the years might be numbers too.

And yesterday was my 32th birthday.

It wasn't a day whose dawn predicted how it will finish. I surely don't pay attention to the birthdays. In any case for me it wasn't so special day as the people thought. But one person made the difference.
If you ask who is Lydia, I'll tell you something: Lydia is a lady who could be described in three sentences or in three volumes.
Lydia gave me three gifts.
The first present was a exquisite aquarelle picture which she painted for me! I always dreamed that somebody will paint a picture only for me and finally my dream came true! I've never suspected that she's so talanted. But she is talanted, isn't she?

Da Club

That thin house is our favourite place in a beautiful park. After all there's restless question in my mind: Will she paint again for me?
The second present is a book... a book which I'd never buy... but it looks very challenging and wise reading. And there was a third gift which was totally unespected, but you'll read about it in a different post.

Lydia The Painter

Aside if all these things, Lydia wrote me a greeting in her blog, one of the most visited bulgarian blogs. So suddenly I bacame a blogstar.
Thank you, Lydia, for your good company, smile and bright eyes! It was a great birthday.

My life as a shadowplay

Wednesday, 8 October 2008

Georgi: Protagonist
The House: Interlocutor
The Voice of Wisdom: Invisible whiff
Background: "Survivor" reality show
Location: the Surplus reality in Georgi's mind

Georgi and The House

Act One - an almost love confession

The House: So, you're my owner...
Georgi: Yes, I guess. It's time to take my role as houselord.
The House: Yes. I think it's time. How you feel as a house owner?
Georgi: I have mixed feelings. On one hand, I feel pride and happiness, because I possess you. You're big and look beautiful outside. On other hand, you bring me concerns.
The House: What concerns?
Georgi: Concerns about your maintenance. You're old and you have defects. I take a huge responsibility to care about you.
The House raises her eyebrows :.....
Georgi: It looks so calmly and quietly to live in a flat, without thoughts about nothing! From the foundations to the roof. But...
I know that in the blocks might exist problems too - like terrible neighbours, or collective irresponsibility, or sometimes - smallminded clashes. When I live in a house, I know that everything depends on me. I'm more independent from other people. In the same time, I'm more dependent from you.
The House: So why don't you give up from me? Sell me and buy a flat!
Georgi shakes his head : I don't want. First, my parrents live here and you're their home too. I can't move them to other place. Second.. I admit that I love to live in you.
The House: Ahaaaa.
Georgi: Yes. I realize that I like to be here. One of the best things in my life is that I became your landlord. I'm more man now. I take new responsibilities now and I have a new experience. I just... I just sometimes feel like... Do you know the proverb both itches and hurts? Maybe I'm tired of repairs in that moment.
The House: You want to live here, but you're tired of repairs.
Georgi: That's right.
The House: I'm so sad! I was afraid that you'll leave me!
Georgi: No! You are my house and I'm your landlord! But I need advice!
The House: What could you do to cope with that situation?
Georgi: I'll call for help the Voice of Wisdom!

Like an ethereal whiff, on the stage appears the Voice of Wisdom.

The Voice of Wisdom whispers : Calm down, Georgi. Take it easy! Take your time to relax! You have to find the balance and the resiliance in your relationship with your house. When you care about the house, She'll repay to you. Just take a breath and rest. Don't force youself. You can't repair the house with one clock og your fingers. So... take it easy. And don't worry! I'll be always with you!
The House: Do you hear what the Voice of Wisdom says?
Georgi: Yes, I do.
The House: What you'll response?
Georgi: It's true. I'll do as the Voice of Wisdom says!!!

Curtain. Applauses.

Sunday morning with pancakes

Sunday, 5 October 2008

The good pancake is a real poem, a song full with joy.

This morning I woke up and I smelled the sweetness of pancakes oozing through the stairs and permeating the room.
I like these sunday mornings, when my family have more free time. Among my mother's specialities are the pancakes and the fried slices with eggs.

Sunday breakfast

Can I dеscribe the gladness of my hungry soul and body when I saw my Sunday breakfast on the table in the kitchen? It will be hard. So I'll limit my story, sharing with you this photo. A delight for my eyes!
Few pancakes, three pieces of cheese, a cup of yoghurt, a little cup of huney... New culinary record of my mother. Enjoy!