30-VII-2005.

Afternoon at oma's. Her daughter, of course, has to paint more jars, which she'll then magnanimously give to whomever she finds. At least she had good paint and brushes, and at least had some fun with it.

The rear of the house was remodeled again. The once residence, i.e. the backroom where the wood stove once was and where cabbage vat used to be, lost the door to the yard and now had a door to the former bathroom. It has became the bathroom, with just a flat shower cabin, sink in the floor, and she just bought a cabin which we then mounted... (... 9 words...). The former bathroom is now the kitchen, and the kitchen is now a big dining room, though the fridge/freezer, a big two wing job, is in it. New tiles all the way through, including the glass anteroom where the flower shelf is.

And oma is still making wildflower wreaths and grows cacti to sell on the green market. She's got a green thumb, and after so many times when they'd grow two pigs a year, the soil was rich with all the shit and pee, everything grew. I once tried to count the plants on this shot, gave up after a hundred.

Next we went to Arpi. I delivered the skateboard for Boba (which was the clumsiest piece of luggage I had). Silvija (nicely grown, almost a chick now) and Višnja were also there. Sat, had fun, drank something (not sure what, could be beer, looking at the pictures).

The velcro on my rear pocket flap managed to lift the buttmat off the chair at least three times.

---

Mentions: Arpad Gunaroši (Arpi), Dobrivoj Gunaroši (Boba), oma, Silvija Umljanić, Višnja, in serbian