Went to Vršac, all six of us, to Žarko and his folks. Neša slept the whole trip, and we took him up upstairs while still asleep, and put him on a bed in the kids' room. When he woke up, he was all confused, children all around. There was their older daughter, and son. The younger one was still a toddler, around three years. The kids quickly found a common language, played nicely, ran around the room a lot.
They were all there - his mom, sister. The aunt, demented as she was, stayed downstairs, probably slept through the afternoon, didn't even see her, and even if we did, she wouldn't recognize us.
The sister prepared some mimosa salad... v. 21-X-2024.. No matter how good and interesting it may have been, I forgot about it right away, and this article came up when I was looking for a photo of that salad, and realized that I didn't write it yet. Well, the month was studded with events, so spots get glossed over.
Anita got some tall baby chair, with a guardrail, so that she could sit level with the table top and see all of us.
They put up the house really nice, mostly by Aleksandar while he was alive, and then Žarko continued. It's quite sizeable, so there's a lot of space to heat up, and he acquired firewood for at least three winters in advance. I'll remember his missus wearing thick wool socks every winter.
The younger daughter reminds me, by her features, of tetka Dara, spitten image of her. I'll find the photos when she was a young girl later, and the impression will only get stronger.
Outside the sun was setting, and the last patches of snow on the roofs (rooves?) looked really well, I knitted a few and now moved them straight into exhibitionism (wich is a folder with select shots for more frequent viewing).
We stayed until 17:00, the darkness caught up with us on the way back.
In other news, those guys from Atlanta, whom we simmered for Firriver as far as ten years ago, are finally getting into action. They purchased, and now the Feds needs to be installed. „Ne jebe lep, nego uporan“ (it's not the pretty [one] who fucks, but the persistent [one]). The SFBC wants to do SHET again and Kimberley is leaning on Jan to give her at least some timetable, calendar. How glad I am that this is not my baby anymore...
16-X-2024 - 25-III-2026