Helps you to remember what you have done on the weekend of September 29. If you participate please put the little logo on the top of your post and leave your link.
On Saturday morning, my son called via Skype and I could "talk" to Toby. Now that he starts to speak, he will be 2 years in November, it's easier to communicate with him and it's so much fun too !
I showed him some toys and then a book where he pointed on the pages to tell me what it was. Daddy had to translate the baby language ! Then Toby had enough talking with grandma, waved good bye and watched a little movie. Isn't Skype a great invention when you have family living far ?
In the afternoon I went together with a friend to the Waterloo Artists exhibition, which was spreaded all over Waterloo, in private houses, or flats, the exhibition center was closed !
It wasn't well organized at all, because you had to drive to different areas to find the streets, and rang the doorbells. I almost felt like a Jehova witness !
our first stop was near the station, we knew the young woman who plays the guitarre, she is a portrait teacher. There were little sculptures exposed and she and her friend made some gypsy music, which was very nice.
Next stop was the library where one of our classmates exposed, he has a rather strange way of painting.
Then we drove to the other side of Waterloo, to see the exposition of another classmate
and the last one we visited was also from our painting group and her house again on another end of Waterloo. There I fortunately met the guy who had organized this, the responsible for culture and art and told him that he had forgotten to inform the one and only official painting class of Waterloo city. And not only that, but that it is impossible to see all the exhibitors without a car and not everybody has one etc.etc. The guy didn't know what to answer and stammered some nonsens and then he escaped. Of course he wasn't used that somebody talked to him this way, he the important personality, and assistant to the mayor. For me he could have been the King in person, he had done a bad job and I felt much better !
On Sunday the weather was so nice, that I went photo hunting in another park of Brussels. It is an old monastery called "Rouge Cloître" which means Red cloister, hidden in one of the many forests in and around Brussels.
Today there is a permanent painting and sculpture exposition inside, and some workshops, and also a restaurant. The last time I had been there was when our son was a toddler so it must be at least 35 years ago. Of course I didn't recognize anything !
The park around the monastry is very beautiful and there were many people walking around the lake.
When I came back our "adoptive son" was there discussing with Mr. G., just like last Sunday and still with heart problems, I mean sentimental and not medical once. We both tried to cheer him up and gave him some good advices, with the hope that this time he will listen to us !
