This is one of those desultory posts of mostly random events in my life.
The second Artist’s Way class was this afternoon and I am enjoying it so much and liking the people in the class……..I may be slightly allergic to something in the class since I need a glass of water each time as I begin coughing about an hour into it….Terri who sat next to me today experienced something like this too and we speculated on several things that might be causing this, but when I saw a black cat when I went to wash my mug at the end, I was pretty sure I had found the culprit!
I am missing my daughters and grandchildren this week because they are off in Algonquin Provincial Park at the Mad Musher for a long weekend of cross country skiing. There are 14 kids and 7 adults and I think they are having a great time!
Some of these photos are from Alice……The first is the first sunrise on Saturday morning.
Then there were some more pictures of the group which I will share.
I love pictures of my girls together. And I have many from their early childhood on. What a joy!
Stephen and his Mom in this one……
My wonderful sil Aniko with three of her boys.
This above is my nephew Laci’s (pronounced “Lutzy”) photo of the Pine Tree Loop at Tea Lake, one of the places they were skiing.
Some synchronicity this week: I just watched the new Masterpiece Mystery series of Granchester (set in the early 50s in England) this evening and the detective mentions that he is in a bad mood because England just lost the world cup to Hungary the night before. This happened in 1953 and I’ve heard many times from Paul’s family and others about how ecstatic Hungary was when this happened. They were starving and in dire straits, the communists had stolen their country, and it seemed nothing good was going on for them, and suddenly and unexpectedly, they won the world cup. The team was called “az arany csapat”, or the golden team. Puskas was the special hero. But just a few days earlier than this Granchester episode I read Orban Viktor’s announcement that the last member of the team had just died. He called him Jeno bacsi. I don’t know his full real name. But it is interesting that twice in a week I was reminded of something that happened more than 60 years ago.
I just checked and it was Buzanszky Jeno who died on January 11th….If you can read Hungarian there is more about him here: http://hu.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buz%C3%A1nszky_Jen%C5%91.
Tomorrow my family will be returning to Ohio and I am eager to see them and hear more about their adventures!