Greetings and welcome to another wee bit of werelynx fluff. I'm kicking off today's SP open thread with a collection of recent photos and a bit of my usual meandering commentary.
Last week I mentioned that I might be sipping drinks with friends when that diary posted, and I was right. On Friday I went downtown to a neighborhood called Karlín, where I worked for almost ten years. Kinda like revisiting my old stomping grounds— except, after the big Prague flood of 2002, the neighborhood has become rather gentrified. It once had a reputation as a place to avoid after dark. Now it has sidewalk cafes to avoid during the day. I never had any problems in all my years of working in Karlín and I'd fairly often work well into the night and catch one of the night trams home at two or three in the morning. You see, we had this old electric kiln with a faulty shut off switch and it had to be turned off manually. I'd keep the night watchman of the building company and hop down to the basement to check on the kiln every half hour or so. Always brings back a flood of memories to revisit the area.
But I wasn't there to wander about and remember the day my boss took me out to lunch at a nearby pub and ordered head cheese for me. No, I was there to meet Mrs the Werelynx and one of my dearest and oldest friends at an excellent little Indian restaurant.
And after splitting a bottle of the house red, three appetizers and sharing three very different main courses, and entirely too much naan bread, we waddled out and up the hill to the Ponec Theater.
A mutual friend of ours was putting on a dance performance. The dancing was clever, strange, beautifully alien movement accompanied by an intense light show and the most amazing harpsichord playing I’d ever heard.
After the show, and well after my bedtime, a group of about 8 of us sardined around a tiny round table in the upstairs bar and chatted and drank assorted beverages. I got a couple big hugs from my fabulous, dancing friend Andrea and another friend asked about possibly commissioning me to do a bit of ceramic work later in the Spring. We laughed a lot. A couple of the people were new to me, but mostly they were old friends that I hadn't seen since sometime before the COVID pandemic.
I'd also predicted that we'd get some snow, and so we did.
We had a party on Sunday to attend. A friend was celebrating her 50th birthday. Again, an evening of entirely too much food and dear friends. My cup runneth over. My pants too. After last weekend I'm in danger of having to wear sweatpants out in public. I hear it's becoming quite fashionable.
And then the snow was gone.
Went out for a walk today to stretch my legs, do a bit of grocery shopping from a few small, independent shops, and see how the flowers were faring in the chilly sunshine.
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