Greetings, and welcome to yet another Fuzzy Friday open thread for the fuzzy street Prophets group.
I suppose it's just going to be a bit of blither about my week this week.
And a few photos.
Join me below the elegantly symmetrical, ginger hairball for a tuft of personal fluff and then do please partake of the cookies and other refreshments in the comments.
Last Saturday we went to lunch at my mother-in-law's apartment. It reminded me a bit of the early years when I had first moved to Prague and joined this family and all of us going over to Grandma's (Babička's) little apartment for lunch every Sunday-- packed around her round table, eating in shifts as the cousins always arrived late.
On Sunday, with #1 Son taking part in a hockey ball tournament outside of Prague the rest of us went for tea and cake to a dear friend of mine's apartment tucked in a quiet corner at the base of the garden wall of Prague Castle. Although I've been to his apartment dozens of times in the year or so that he's lived there it was Mrs. the Werelynx's first visit. #2 Son had been there once while helping lug boxed sculptures up the 69 (he counted) steps to our friend's apartment before he had actually moved in. It was also the first time I'd been into the back garden that my friend has access to:
I love taking pictures in his building and around his neighborhood. Most of the buildings around there were heavily damaged by a great fire in 1541, but the foundations of my friend's apartment building date to the 13th century. With walls like these I can believe it:
We then went out together to an exhibition of the work of one of my favorite artists, the great illustrator Zdeněk Burian. And afterwards we paid our respects to the queue of yellow penguins behind the gallery and enjoyed the view across the river:
And on the way home we stumbled across a phenomenon that I was not previously aware of. Mrs. the Werelynx told us about Havel's Place:
And tucked away nearby was the narrowest, reddest door I'd ever seen:
Later that evening, #1 Son came home worn to a frazzle after the tournament. Monday he was running a middling high fever and barely got out of bed all day. Mrs. the Werelynx flew to London for another round of EU related conferences. Tuesday #1 Son did a bit of coughing and the fever began its retreat. By Wednesday he was feeling pretty good again and on Thursday he trudged off to school.
So for those days I mostly hung out with my son and didn't get much of any work done. tuesday I had an appointment to see an orthopedic specialist about a long-term ache in my shoulder. I guess I've been blessed with bursitis and may be taking some anti-inflammatory medication and going in to see someone about physical rehabilitation. Sigh, it seems an awful lot of fuss about some inflammation that I mostly just ignore.
Wednesday I had my English tutoring classes to teach and on Thursday I got a page of translating work (from Czech to English) done and wrote a few emails. I met that old friend of mine downtown and we took the subway across town to my favorite pottery supply shop and I foolhardily purchased 20 kilos of clay to lug home. Oh well, I'm a big boy, it wasn't really that bad. I even stopped by our local grocery store on the way to buy some ketchup and buns for the sloppy joes I made for dinner. And that evening Mrs. the Werelynx flapped her weary way home.
This morning I turned in another page and a half of translation work and waited fruitlessly for a response. Hmm... just another week in the life of Marko the Werelynx.