Lonely man

Mateja 28.1

Po suboti, u osvit prvoga dana u tjednu, dođe Marija Magdalena i druga Marija pogledati grob.
I gle, nastade žestok potres jer anđeo Gospodnji siđe s neba, pristupi, otkotrlja kamen i sjede na nj.
Lice mu bijaše kao munja, a odjeća bijela kao snijeg.
Od straha pred njim zadrhtaše stražari i obamriješe.
A anđeo progovori ženama: "Vi se ne bojte! Ta znam: Isusa Raspetoga tražite! Nije ovdje! Uskrsnu kako reče. Hajde, vidite mjesto gdje je ležao pa pođite žurno i javite njegovim učenicima da uskrsnu od mrtvih."

Matthew 28.1

In the end of the sabbath, as it began to dawn toward the first day of the week, came Mary Magdalene and the other Mary to see the sepulchre.

And, behold, there was a great earthquake: for the angel of the Lord descended from heaven, and came and rolled back the stone from the door, and sat upon it.

His countenance was like lightning, and his raiment white as snow:

And for fear of him the keepers did shake, and became as dead men.

And the angel answered and said unto the women, Fear not ye: for I know that ye seek Jesus, which was crucified.

He is not here: for he is risen, as he said. Come, see the place where the Lord lay.


SRETAN USKRS


...malo slika iz Texas; The Hill Country, zapadno od Austin.
Ljepi dio ove republike...odlican dio Amerika za retirement, sto se mene tice.

Cijene kuca ili building lots nisu tako lude kao sto su na primjer u nekojim drugim dijelima zemlje - za oko US$150,000 se moze uzeti kuca sa tri spavace sobe, 2 WC, duplu garazu i dosta zemlje u manjim mjestima.

Temperature preko zime su dobre; malo kada pada snjeg, a ako pane stopi se za pola sata kada sunce izadje van - preko ljeta su oko 35 ali nema vlage.

U ovemu dijleu Texas-a mozete vidjeti prave kauboje; ljudi koji rade u ranch kao sto su to radili prije 100-150 godina, jedino sada imaju mehanizaciju - pick-up trucks, masine i tako dalje.
No, mozete isto vidjeti njih puno kako jase konje uza cestu ako idu malo blize u ducan ili saloon na pice.

Narod je tu jako friendly - svi hocu da znadu o tebi...otkuda si, sto radis ovdje...i svi ti ce reci da sto se njih tice, The Hill Country je Raj na kugli zemaljskoj.

I tend to agree!

...Enjoy...!

Volio bi pisati po hrvatski, ali nemam dobar keyboard (OK, to je poor excuse), ali sto je najvaznije, skoro sam zaboravio nas jezik.
Tesko mi je pisati po nase jer nemam zivaca da sjedim i pisem jednu recenicu pola sata i da onda gledam jeli gramatika dobra ili nije.
Razlog?
Zivim u stranoj zemlji vec 36 godina!
Malo upotrebljavam nas jezik jer se ne druzim sa nasim narodom a kod kuce samo malo pricam sa tatom.
Mama mi je umrila prosle godine, a i kada je bila ziva, jako malo sam i govorio sa njom u ovo nekoliko par godina - Alzheimer's je strasna bolest.
Jadna mama nije znala sto se dogadja vise puta.

Eto...

So, I'll switch between English and Croatian. Hopefully, for some of you are, perhaps, learning English these posts will come-in handy to practice your language skills.

In any event, this May my dad and I are planning to go home to Croatia. It will be a relatively short visit - only three weeks.
I went back two years ago, and before that about 5 years ago. That was the first time I've been "home" since 1970!
The last time my dad went home was, maybe (?), ten years ago.

The primary reason for the trip is to put up a picture of my mom on her moms grave marker.
At times while she was alive, she expressed a desire to be burried in the same cemetary as her mom, but due to lack of space that became impossible.
So, my dad and I decided that we should at least post a picture of mom on the grave marker.
The first step was to fix the marker since it has been neglected - this is getting done now, and the second step is for us to go there and place the picture.

This task has been a Priority No. 1 in my life since mom died.
Nothing, and absolutely nothing has or will take precedence over this.

My dad?
At first he was very enthusiastic about all this, but as of late he seems to have shown a marked lack of interest.
Almost to the point where I'm not sure he will come along.
I think he's sinking into a depression over the loss of mom. It's understandable, if you consider how much they were dependant on each other, particularly he taking care of mom while she was sick for many, many years.
I'm worried about him.
He's showing al lack of will, and that cannot be good for his own health.

Perhaps, if I can drag him to the airport, and while he's back "home" his outlook will change for the better.




...and that's "home"...



...view from my dad's house (which is legally now my house as well)...

Dan-danas se sjecam gdje su najbolja mjesta u toj rijeci za hvatati ribe!!!!
Ljetne dane sam proveo u toj rijeci kad sam bio mali.
Iako zivim dugo u stranoj zemlji, osjecam se jos uvijek da je to "kuca".

I look forward to coming home...

Time to begin...
...by introducing myself a bit.

Middle age guy living in the land of "milk-and-honey" thanks to my parents who came here many, many years ago.
The place is packed with immigrants - almost everyone comes from somewhere else or at least has parents or grandparents who were born elsewhere.
At work, it's almost like the UN. Everyone is from somewhere else - nobody can say that their ancestors were actually from HERE!

Nevertheless, be that as it may, I shall post here from time to time.
Not so much to offer bright, new and revolutionary observations, but more to offer my own biased, opinioneted thoughts.
These will be interspersed with pictures of various things, like travel shots.
Traveling is perhaps my favourite thing to do.
Unfortunately, time and money are always in short supply, so such desire must be held in check.

Here are some pics from Austin, Texas taken a couple of years ago...enjoy!

The Broken Spoke saloon may not look like much of a building, but it sure has history - many a legendary singer has performed there. Next to Gruene Hall down in Gruene TX, it is THE Mecca for true, authetic Texas music, which BTW is entirely different cup-of-tea than the standard crap put out in present-day Nashville.