Back from two days at the cottage and it’ll probably be a few months before I go up there again. On the one hand, it really is spectacularly beautiful. We spent a great deal of time outdooors, I picked a lot of blackberries, the last of the red currants and, down by the pond, an orange yellow fruit which seems to be some kind of plum.
There are long views, views that give you the idea you are looking at a whole region, the sides of hills just below the line where they would be considered mountains, and there is a checkerboard design across them. Light green fields of grass interspersed with darker green forests.
But, damn, it wears me out. Everybody is speaking Czech, so it sounds like a non-stop shouting and bitching session, an acrimonious town hall meeting, even though I know it’s nothing of the sort. Not fun.
It was kind of fun when I was in the pool with the kids, mine plus 2 nephiws and a niece, the oldest of whom is 7. they want me to throw them and spin them around and climb on my back and hold me under water. Kind of fun, but it got out of control sometimes. Wore me out.
Last night we did a fun thing. Mad up a treasure hunt for the kids (the treasure was a bag of potato chips), and left clues and hid it behind a cross (grave? I don’t know. It says 1896, but there is no name on it) I put a sheet over my head to play ghost and waited behind. My niece Natalka was scared to death and crying but little Adam, who is 4 I think, said “Oh, it’s only Willie,” lifted up the sheet and punched me in the crotch.
Everybody except me thought this was extremely amusing.
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