Gabriela day

 Today was Gabriela Day, a 3 hour holiday for me.

She returned from her weekend escape to Malta, full of stories, sunshine, and a suitcase full of… well, two things: a refrigerator magnet and a mysterious donut that may or may not have survived airport security with dignity intact. Still, it’s the thought (and sugar) that counts.

She also had photos! Glorious, sun-drenched Maltese moments captured on her phone. Naturally, we attempted to view them on the big screen. But alas, technology had other plans. The TV refused to cooperate, probably jealous it wasn’t invited on the trip. We gave up after a few valiant but futile remote-control battles and agreed to try again next week, when I’m back home and presumably more technologically gifted (or better at threatening electronics with unplugging).

We then tried watching the news. That lasted about five minutes before we realized the world is still on fire and no one brought marshmallows. So, we did what any sane person would do: we turned to Viktor Yushkevich.

Ah yes, our artistic savior. With his gentle brushstrokes and soft commentary, he soothed us like a human lavender candle. Within moments, our frayed tempers and news-induced eye-twitches began to subside. Honestly, Viktor should be covered by health insurance. He paints, we breathe deeply, and all is well.

So yes, Gabriela returned from Malta, the TV staged a rebellion, and Viktor once again saved the day. Just another Thursday.

Driving License

It's just another day spent stuck inside the house, thanks to the weather. Rain, wind, and gray skies have kept me indoors, making the day feel longer than it should. Thankfully, Gabriela is coming over tomorrow, which means I'll finally be able to step out for a while and take care of some things that have been piling up.

One of the more pressing tasks is replacing the right headlight on our car. It's frustrating how quickly these bulbs seem to burn out nowadays, barely lasting three or four months before needing to be replaced. I just changed the left headlight about three months ago, and now the right one has already gone out. It's almost as if the newer bulbs are designed with shorter lifespans, which makes maintenance feel like a never-ending cycle.

Hopefully, once Gabriela arrives, I can get everything sorted without too much trouble.

I had been under the impression that my driver’s license would expire in the middle of August, but after checking today, I realized it actually expires much sooner, on July 7th. That discovery sent me into a bit of a panic. Now I need to start preparing for the theory test, which I have to pass before I can even begin the license renewal process.

On top of that, there are a couple of medical steps I need to take. First, I’ll have to visit my neurologist to get an official statement confirming that my tremors are still not severe enough to interfere with my ability to drive. After that, I’ll need to bring that statement to a medical doctor, who will have to approve me for the test.

These appointments aren’t cheap, between the neurologist and the medical doctor, the cost is about 400 PLN. Then there's the theory test itself, which adds another 100 PLN. All in all, renewing the license is going to cost me around 500 PLN9($105), and that’s only if I pass the theory test on the first attempt. Many people don’t, so I’m definitely feeling the pressure. I don't need more pressure. It bad for my tremors.

Sunday drive

The weather hasn’t been very conducive to taking Joan out over the past three days. She was starting to feel a bit restless after being cooped up in the flat for so long, so I decided it was time for a change of scenery. We went for a short drive out into the countryside to get some fresh air and a bit of peace.

I had been hoping the rzepak, rapeseed, would be in full bloom by now. It’s still a little early in the season, but when it does blossom, the sight is truly breathtaking. Vast fields blanketed in vibrant yellow stretch across the landscape like sunlight poured onto the earth. One of the best experiences is driving between two blooming fields, where the sweet, honey-like aroma of the flowers fills the air, it’s nature at its most fragrant and uplifting.

After our little excursion, we returned home feeling refreshed. To wind down the evening, we watched Viktor paint yet another stunning landscape. This one, titled Heavenly View, was a beautiful interpretation of nature’s serenity, an ideal end to a day that had started so quietly.

NONNAS

It was one of those slow, rainy days, perfect for curling up with a book or watching the world go by through the window. Unfortunately, my to-do list had other plans. Today was house chore day, and as much as I’d rather be doing anything else, the vacuuming, dusting, and mopping weren’t going to do themselves. So I powered through, tackling each task one by one. It’s not glamorous, but these small acts of care keep the home feeling clean and cozy, and sometimes that’s enough to lift the spirits on a gray day.

By the afternoon, I turned my attention to the kitchen. There’s something comforting about making soup on a rainy day, and I decided to put together a simple cabbage and vegetable soup. I’ve learned over time that half a cabbage is more than enough, using a whole one tends to take over the pot! Along with the soup, I made a fresh salad and served it all with hearty whole wheat bread. Simple, nourishing, and satisfying, exactly what I needed.

Later in the evening, we wound down with a movie on Netflix called NONNAS. It’s based on a true story about a man with no prior experience in the food industry who opened an Italian restaurant on Staten Island, staffed entirely by grandmothers as the cooks. Their love, tradition, and authenticity brought something truly special to the place, and the restaurant is still open today. It was a heartwarming film, the kind that leaves you smiling and maybe even a little inspired. Definitely a feel-good watch to end a quiet, rainy day.

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Miracle?

It was a miracle that an American was chosen as the next Pope. IMO, I think it was a protest vote against the Trump administration. Cardinals from all over the world voted for Pope Leo.

Yesterday, Gabriela was here and she and Joan watched an old, funny movie, War of the Roses. I have been selecting movies that Gabriela hasn't seen before to increase her knowledge of American-style movies. Most of them are comedies, but she did watch the 4-hour-long version of Dances with Wolves. She said she didn't know much about American Indians, so I thought that would be a good movie for her.

Today, we only made a quick trip to AuChan to buy olive oil. I forgot to put it on the shopping list, and I use it for cooking most things.

France will defend Poland?

The treaty to be signed on May 9 in Nancy by Donald Tusk and Emmanuel Macron is a response to the threat posed by Russia. But it is also a response to Donald Trump's policies.

At the heart of the new agreement are provisions on security. Until now, France has decided to provide bilateral security guarantees (apart from those within the framework of NATO and the EU) only to its four major neighbors. These include the 2010 Lancaster House agreement with the United Kingdom; the 2019 Aachen Treaty with Germany, which expanded on the 1963 Elysee Treaty; the 2021 Quirinal Treaty with Italy; and the 2023 Barcelona Treaty with Spain. Now the French have decided to treat a country with less potential, which does not share a border with them, in a similar way. They have come to the conclusion that without Poland, with its strategic location and new military strength, it will be difficult to build a European defense.

From the French perspective, Warsaw is entering the first league of partners, according to diplomatic sources in Paris. While today the Elysee Palace is convinced that the Poles were right in pointing out the true nature of the Russian regime for years, Donald Tusk's government sees the sense in Macron's long-promoted idea of “European strategic autonomy,” which is supposed to facilitate the defense of Europe even if the Americans do not come to its rescue. Source-Warsaw Voice

I guess that is good news for Poland. At least France has nuclear deterrent capabilities.

I never thought that at 81 years old I would be thinking about a war where I and Joan live. We have lived through the Korean, Vietnam, Iraq, and Afghanistan wars, although not directly. The closest we ever got was the 1968 DNC Convention in 1968 and the Kent State Massacre.

Kent State happened on May 4, 1970. It's hard to believe that was 55 years ago. It is still so vivid in my mind. 

The Kent State shootings were the killing of four and wounding of nine unarmed college students by the Ohio State National Guard on the Kent State University campus. The shootings took place during a rally opposing the expansion of the war into Cambodia by the United States.

Students Allison Krause, 19, Jeffrey Miller, 20, and Sandra Lee Scheuer, 20, died on the scene, while William Schroeder, 19, was pronounced dead at Robinson Memorial Hospital in nearby Ravenna shortly afterward

Love and "I have'nt read it"

Now that I’m retired, I have more free time than most people who are still working. In theory, retirement should bring freedom—the chance to explore hobbies, take long-awaited trips, reconnect with passions set aside during working years, or simply relax after a lifetime of effort. But for me, this chapter of life has taken on a very different form.

 

Though my calendar no longer includes job responsibilities, deadlines, or meetings, my time is far from unoccupied. In fact, it’s more demanding and emotionally complex than anything I've ever experienced in the workforce. Nearly every moment of my day and night is devoted to the care of my wife, my life partner of nearly 50 years. She is in the latter stages of dementia, and her condition requires constant vigilance, patience, and compassion.

 

This is not care in the abstract. It is deeply personal, physical, and emotional. It means feeding, bathing, soothing, guiding, and above all, being there, fully and without pause. It is a 24/7 role that tests the limits of stamina, spirit, and at times, sanity. There are no days off, no vacation, and no time to emotionally retreat. Each day begins much like the one before it, and ends with me helping her gently into bed, hoping for a peaceful night.

 

And yet, despite the fatigue and the emotional toll, I do it without hesitation. I do it because of love. Because of the life we built together. Because she deserves dignity and comfort, even as her mind continues to betray the vibrant woman she once was. There is pain in this journey, an ongoing grief for someone who is still physically here but slowly slipping away. But there is also grace, and moments of deep meaning that words can hardly capture.

 

Still, after she’s finally settled into sleep and the house is quiet again, my mind turns elsewhere. I use what little solitude I have left each evening to reflect, but also to look outward, to examine the world we now live in. I open my laptop or turn on the TV, searching for updates, truths, and warnings about the steady, relentless erosion of our democracy.

 

Each night, I search to see what catastrophic thing has been done on behalf of Donny Two-Dolls, what new distortion, abuse, or corruption has been pushed into public view, often normalized through repetition and silence. It is a never-ending saga, and each revelation is more outrageous, more dangerous, more corrosive than the last. I check several sources, comparing facts, perspectives, and evidence. Occasionally, I come across one I hadn’t known or thought about, a deeper cut, a buried report, a chilling connection.

 

 https://longer.blue/posts/4D7Tm1KoAc?posted=true

Letter to Senator

Time to ACT--Tuesday, the Senate will vote for the new commissioner of Social Security, Frank Bisignano. The man is totally unfit for the job. I urge you to call or send emails to your senator(s) and tell them to vote NO. 

Dear Senator Duckworth, 

On Tuesday morning, the Senate will face a defining vote: whether to confirm Donald Trump’s nominee for Social Security Commissioner, Frank Bisignano. The stakes could not be higher. For months, the Social Security Administration has been engulfed in chaos, much of it stemming from Elon Musk’s influence over the agency through the DOGE initiative, a so-called modernization effort that has instead gutted services and paralyzed operations. 

Frank Bisignano proudly describes himself as “a DOGE person,” aligning himself with the forces responsible for this unraveling. That puts him in lockstep with the current acting commissioner, Leland Dudek, who has aggressively slashed staff and shuttered local offices under Musk’s direction. The result? Millions of Americans—seniors, people with disabilities, and survivors—are being left in the lurch. 

Worse still, during his Senate confirmation hearing, Bisignano blatantly lied under oath when asked about his coordination with DOGE. He denied any involvement. But thanks to a courageous whistleblower inside the agency, we now know the truth: Bisignano was directly engaged in crafting the very policies that have undermined the SSA. Senator Ron Wyden called out this deception, but it’s clear the full weight of the evidence has yet to be acknowledged by many in Congress. 

Bisignano’s track record in the private sector should serve as a loud warning. At multiple companies, he implemented extreme staffing cuts and fostered toxic work cultures. 

The Social Security Administration, already reeling from low morale and shrinking personnel, can’t afford more of the same. If confirmed, Bisignano would likely accelerate the deterioration, making the agency even less responsive to the needs of the public. 

Even more disturbing is his unwillingness to challenge Musk’s outrageous claim that Social Security is a “criminal Ponzi scheme.” At no point has Bisignano defended the program or shown loyalty to the tens of millions of Americans who depend on it. Instead, he’s chosen to side with Silicon Valley’s most destructive voices. 

Social Security deserves a commissioner who will put beneficiaries first, not billionaires. The Senate must reject Frank Bisignano’s nomination and demand a leader who is committed to restoring public trust, rebuilding the workforce, and strengthening this vital program, not tearing it down. 

Any senator who truly cares about the future of Social Security should vote NO. 

Respectfully, 

David Piekarczyk

Constitution Day.

Today is Constitution Day in Poland. The Constitution of 3 May 1791 is considered one of the most important achievements in the history of Poland.  The memory of the 3 May Constitution—recognized by political scientists as a very progressive document for its time—for generations helped keep alive Polish aspirations for an independent and just society, and continued to inform the efforts of its authors' descendants. In Poland it is viewed as a national symbol, and the culmination of all that was good and enlightened in Polish history and culture.

I can't help but compare it to the horror show in the United States where the President and his "cabal" are trying to tear their Constitution apart.

Meanwhile: Ukraine

Mid-April comments by Trump that the US was willing to recognize Russia’s annexation of Ukraine’s Crimea region in exchange for a peace deal were widely condemned by Ukrainian politicians and media as a betrayal and evidence of American plans to throw Ukraine under the bus in exchange for better relations with the Kremlin.

“Well let’s remind everybody this is not our war…And it’s a war that has no military solution. In essence, Putin can’t take all of Ukraine. The Ukrainians can’t push the Russians all the way back to where they were in 2014. And so the question here is, who is the only leader in the world that can talk to both sides and hopefully bring them to a deal, and that’s President Trump,” Rubio said in his April 18 comments.

Ukrainian media following Rubio’s remarks widely predicted the US would back out of active efforts to promote a Russo-Ukrainian peace. In mid-April, lawmaker Mariana Bezhula, citing diplomatic sources, told Telegram followers Trump deal-making efforts were “over,” and that in the next few weeks the US would back away from Trump’s campaign promise to end the war quickly.

A 100-day attempt by the United States led by President Donald J. Trump to impose a quick end to the Russo-Ukrainian War has failed and so the White House will wash its hands of the mess and move on, administration officials admitted on Thursday.

Protest Day

Annual May Day rallies in cities across the country swelled with thousands of anti-Trump demonstrators on Thursday, as outcry continued to grow over the president’s agenda and expansion of executive power.

Protesters denounced the administration’s effort to roll back workers’ rights, a particular sore spot on a day dedicated to celebrating organized labor, as well as plans to cut education funding and carry out mass deportations.

A separate effort, which organizers billed as a National Day of Law brought legal professionals to the Supreme Court in Washington and federal courthouses across the country on Thursday to push for judicial independence and oppose efforts to intimidate law firms. 

 

Police closed streets for the crowds in major cities including New York, Los Angeles, Philadelphia and Washington. But protesters also rallied in small communities that voted overwhelmingly for President Trump, including places like Norman, Okla., Sauk City, Wis., and Hendersonville, N.C. Groups held signs in front of municipal buildings and public schools, and some demonstrators wore red to indicate support for public education. 

 

The protests, more than 1,000 were expected across the country, were spearheaded to coincide with traditional May Day labor rallies by 50501, a coalition of grass-roots activist groups, as well as by labor, nonprofit and civil rights organizations.

Protest & uPrzyjaciel cafe.

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Hopefully, tomorrow’s protest across the United States will be the largest one yet, a moment of unity and expression that rises to meet the urgency of the times.

Today, under the spell of another beautiful day, I took Joan out for a little outing. We went to a cafe she’s technically been to before, though she doesn’t recall the visit. I decided not to remind her, some moments are better enjoyed as if they’re entirely new.

The place is called uPrzyjaciel (which means “among friends”), a cozy little cafe I’ve written about in the past. One of its best features is the conveniently located handicapped parking spot right out front, which made things much easier for us. Rather than sitting inside, we chose the garden area, which offers a bit of quiet charm tucked away from the bustle of the city. To reach it, you pass through a small corridor between the buildings, and then suddenly you’re in this hidden patio space nestled in the heart of the square.

The surrounding buildings are aged, full of character, and seem to whisper fragments of history. The garden itself is enveloped in greenery, bushes and trees offering both shade and serenity. There's a sort of quiet intimacy to the space that makes you want to linger. A lovely detail: many of the tables are crafted from the bases of old Singer sewing machines, blending nostalgia with function in a way that feels thoughtful.

We ordered two coffees and shared a slice of chocolate cake topped with whipped cream and a scoop of ice cream. The coffee was satisfying, rich and warm, but the cake, sadly, didn’t quite measure up to the high bar set by Sowa’s confections. As for the ice cream, it was unidentifiable, and not in a way that suggested mystery or intrigue.

Afterward, since we were nearby, we took a short walk over to Plac Wolności. We found a bench and settled in for some relaxed people-watching. There’s something grounding about simply observing the world go by, families, students, the occasional dog trotting along. We stayed for about an hour and a half, soaking up the atmosphere, before finally heading home.

Food shopping. Estonia, and Peace Talks.

Another day of food shopping for the week. Another 225+ PLN($60) spent. Oh, well! At least we can still afford food.

It was a good weather day here,sunny and warm. I took Joan out for a little while and when we returned home, we listened to the latest speech of our Govenor of Illinois, Govenor Pritsker. He finally made a speech about apposing the Trump administration.

For dinner, I made a large fruit salad that Joan and I enjoyed.

The only bummer of the day was being able to meet with Radek for our weekly meeting of English/Spanish conversation.  

Meanwhile: Estonia & Ukraine.

The (second) Ukrainian diaspora has integrated well into most European economies and many have normal lives in their adopted homes, and they are, by and large, excellent low-cost labor that wealthier states really would prefer not to lose. Estonia-Ukraine flag image.

Ukraine and its European allies said that even if the US were to agree that Russia had legally annexed Crimea, they would not. The United Nations, with very few exceptions, is of the same point of view. Were the US to pursue foreign policy in the face of that, the US would make itself a sanctions target and take a very big step towards decoupling its economy from the rest of the world, and tightening ties with Iran, Russia and North Korea.

The US “deal” only works if everyone agrees to the US/Russia proposal about accepting that Crimea is now part of Russia, but if no one agrees but Russia and the White House, that kills the deal.The contents of the US Constitution are in the public domain. It’s very clear that US acceptance of Russian annexation of Crimea permanently would require 60 votes in the Senate – the White House doesn’t have a ghost of a chance of getting the votes.

 

Botanical Gardens.

 Gabriela arrived at 11:00 and it was time for my break.

I drove to Auchan to buy sesame seeds and dates because they sell the large 1 kg bags at the lowest price. I had success with the seeds but the date shelf was empty. It's easy to understand why. They sell from two different producers. One has a price of 30 PLN and the other, 11 PLN. Both bags are filled with 1 kg so I don't know why one is so much cheaper. The higher priced ones are not any fresher than the lowest priced so that is not the reason. Being out of the lower priced ones happens often enough. I will have to ask the manager when is restock day for the dates.

I stopped at the cafe on Myslewich street on the way home and had a cup of coffee while I checked the latest political news from the U.S. SOS. just another day of more chaos. What the U.S. needs is Raymond Reddington to straighten it out. "-)

 

Hello 81!--Retirement & Life

Since retiring, 17 years ago,  life has taken on a wonderfully unhurried rhythm for Joan and me. These days, every morning feels a bit like the weekend, unstructured, calm, and free from the usual demands of a set schedule. For the most part, we don’t have to wake up at any specific time, and that small freedom has become one of retirement’s most treasured gifts.

There are only one or two exceptions to this leisurely pace, moments in the week where time still gently taps us on the shoulder. One of those mornings is either Tuesday or Wednesday, depending on when Joan’s sitter is scheduled to arrive, or when I’ve made plans to meet up with my friend Radek. The other is Sunday, which has become a kind of ritual, my weekly conversation with Michal at 11:00 a.m., a connection I look forward to and try not to miss.

Today was one of those blissfully unscheduled days. The sunlight was already stretching across the room by the time I stirred, and without any particular reason to rush, I finally rose around 10:30 a.m., enjoying the simple luxury of waking up slowly, at my own pace. In these moments, I’m reminded that retirement isn’t just an end, it’s a gentle beginning of a new, more peaceful chapter.

It’s a bit surreal to pause and realize that I’ve been on this earth for 80 full years, and that today marks the beginning of my 81st. There’s a quiet weight to that number, not heavy in a burdensome way, but rich with meaning, memory, and experience. I won’t ask the familiar question, “Where did the time go?”, because the truth is, I know exactly where it went.

The years unfolded in a steady stream of moments, choices, and chapters—some planned, some unexpected. I may not always understand why life took a particular turn or how one decision led to another, but in most cases, those turns were mine to make. The path wasn’t always straight, and the reasons weren’t always clear, but the agency was there. I steered the course, for better or worse, and that brings with it a kind of peace.

Looking back, I see a tapestry of people, places, and lessons, of mistakes that taught me, joys that sustained me, and even the quiet, ordinary days that built the foundation of a life well lived. And as I step into this next chapter, I do so with gratitude, not just for the time I’ve had, but for the awareness that I’ve been present in it, shaping it as I went.

Apteka bill & Ukraine.

As seniors living in Poland, we take part in the national health care system. For seniors, many medicines are totally free. That is a huge benefit of living here.  In the U.S., the cost would be at least 10 times higher resulting in consuming almost all of our social security check each month.

When I went yesterday to get the prescriptions, it seemed the cost was higher than before. I just assumed it was inflation.

At home, I checked the bill and found what I thought was a discrepancy. It has to do with the medicine, Atrox. Joan and I both take it to control our cholesterol. Joan's was free, but for mine, there was a charge. I didn't think that was right.

Today, I took the receipt and went back to the Aptekaa to question the charge. The pharmacist told me they only make charges according to the way the doctor writes a prescription. In this case, the doctor wrote free for Joan, not for me, even though the quantity, milligram, and amount were the same. Now, naturally, I will have to make an appointment to talk to the doctor about this.

Meanwhile, in Ukraine

US President Donald Trump said on Thursday that Moscow’s concession in the US peace deal is simply that it does not keep invading Ukraine and take territories it does not even control.

On Wednesday, Vice President JD Vance said an “explicit proposal” was issued to Kyiv and Moscow without naming the terms, adding that Washington would withdraw from the deal if no progress were made.

While Vance said both parties would have to “give up some of the territory they currently own,” Trump, when asked about the concessions proposed to Moscow on Thursday, answered “stopping the war” while suggesting that not “taking the whole country” is a “pretty big concession,” according to CNN.

Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelensky said his country would never recognize Crimea as Russian because it is enshrined in Ukraine’s constitution.

Gabriela & Weather

Gabriela came by today and gave me the chance to go to the Apteka to refill Joan’s medications for the next three months. The total cost came to 186 PLN, about $50. It’s a striking reminder of how much Poland’s National Health Care system supports its senior citizens. For all the frustrations we might sometimes feel with bureaucracy, there’s a quiet dignity in a system that ensures the basics are affordable, even as we grow older and more vulnerable.

The last two days have been gray, cloudy skies, steady rain, and that persistent chill that seeps into your bones if you're out too long. Not the kind of weather you want to bring someone fragile outside in, especially someone like Joan. So we’ve stayed in. Maybe I’m overprotective of her health sometimes, maybe even a bit controlling. But at this stage, caution feels less like fear and more like love in its most practical form. It’s a necessary restraint, a small sacrifice for her well-being.

I’m incredibly grateful for Gabriela. Her twice-weekly visits are more than just a break for me, they’re a breath of fresh air for both of us. Those three hours give me time to step away, catch my breath, and reconnect with myself. But more importantly, they give Joan companionship, someone else to talk to, laugh with, and share stories with. A woman’s voice, a different energy. That balance matters. Gabriela and Joan get along wonderfully, and Gabriela almost always stays longer than she needs to. I get the sense that being with us offers her something unexpected, perhaps a glimpse into a life lived with depth and color, the kind of stories that don’t come from textbooks or training, but from time, love, and shared experience.

 It’s not always easy, but there are these small moments—these pieces of connection and care—that stitch the days together with quiet meaning.

 https://open.substack.com/pub/davidpiekarczyk/p/he-must-go?r=fcnbl&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true

Nice Surprise.

I thought it would be nice to take Joan out for coffee and cake at Sowas, a little outing to enjoy the afternoon together. We headed over with the usual anticipation, only to find that it was still closed for Easter. A bit disappointed but not ready to give up on the idea of our coffee break, I decided, on a whim, to take a detour to a place filled with old memories—our old hangout, where Joan and I used to meet up with our dear friend Zbyszek.

We hadn’t been there in several years. The place had lost its charm for us after a renovation. They’d replaced the cozy, cushioned chairs with stiff, inexpensive wooden ones, making it far less inviting. That was when we stopped going and made Sowas our new go-to spot.

To our surprise, Kandulski’s was open. I found a parking spot nearby, and we decided to go in and take a look.

The moment we walked through the door, we noticed something unexpected: the wooden chairs and plain tables were gone. In their place were comfortable seats and soft, upholstered sofas, very much like the ones they had many years ago, before the renovation. It felt like stepping back in time, in the best possible way. Joan and I exchanged a smile, we were both genuinely pleased.

One of the things we always liked about both Sowas and Kandulski’s was the way they priced their cakes, by weight. It allowed you to choose just how much you wanted, and you paid accordingly. A practical and fair system, we thought.

That changed when Sowa altered its approach. They began cutting the cakes into smaller, fixed-size portions and charging a set price for each piece. While it seemed more straightforward, it also led to higher costs for less cake.

Kandulski, however, still sticks to the original method, pricing by weight, which ends up being more economical, and somehow feels more honest.

After today’s visit, and the pleasant surprise of the old atmosphere returning, we’re seriously considering making Kandulski’s our regular spot again. It felt like reconnecting with a long-lost friend. Sometimes, a spontaneous change in plans brings you right back to where you belong.

Easter, Today& Ukraine news.

Easter morning began peacefully, with the soft light of spring streaming through the windows. I decided to start the day with a simple but comforting breakfast, scrambled eggs, white sausage, and toast. The smell of the sizzling sausage filled the kitchen, mixing with the buttery warmth of the toast and the creamy texture of the eggs. It was a modest meal, but it felt just right for the occasion.

Later in the day, we were surprised and touched by the generosity of our landlady, Renata. She stopped by with a delicious homemade Easter dinner, tender pork roast, fluffy mashed potatoes, and a beautifully glazed orange babka, which added a bright, citrusy note to the table. To round out the meal, I prepared a fresh vegetable salad, adding a crisp, colorful balance to the rich and savory dishes. It all came together wonderfully, and we felt truly grateful for both the food and the kindness behind it.

The weather couldn’t have been better, mild and sunny, with a gentle breeze in the air, so I decided to take Joan for a drive through the countryside just north of our home. The trees were budding, and the fields stretched out in soft greens and browns, promising the full bloom of spring not far off. It was peaceful out there, a quiet contrast to the busyness of the world.

When we returned home, we spent some time watching videos from Saturday’s protests, powerful scenes that reminded us of the current tensions and the growing voices calling for change. We followed that with a bit of anti-government news coverage, trying to stay informed amidst it all.

Later in the evening, we wound down with a movie, letting the intensity of the day's news give way to something a bit more relaxing. All in all, it was a full and meaningful day, quietly celebratory, with moments of reflection, connection, and calm.

Today was a beautiful day weather-wise—mild and pleasant, even though the sun never fully came out. Joan and I took advantage of the nice weather to visit the newly constructed Berdychowski pedestrian bridge, which stretches gracefully across the Warta River. The bridge is striking in its modern design, thoughtfully built to accommodate not just pedestrians but also cyclists and wheelchair users.

Since it was still part of the Easter holiday period, most of the stores were closed, which gave the whole city a quieter, more relaxed atmosphere. That calm seemed to draw many people out for a leisurely walk, and like us, they ended up at the bridge. It felt like the whole community had the same idea—to enjoy the open air and explore this new architectural addition to the cityscape.

Meanwhile: Ukraine

Ukrainian forces repelled a massive Russian assault in the south, eliminating 140 troops, destroying 29 pieces of military equipment, and damaging three tanks, the Southern Defense Forces reported.

Key moments of the assault’s defeat – Ukrainian aerial reconnaissance and artillery targeting Russian forces, followed by multiple explosions and billowing clouds of smoke. However, Kyiv Post was unable to independently verify the time and location of the recording.

According to the report, the Russian assault group involved at least 320 personnel, 40 armored combat vehicles, three tanks, and about a dozen buggies.

Ukrainian aerial reconnaissance spotted the advancing Russians however, and both drone and artillery units launched strikes. The first Russian losses – three infantry fighting vehicles (BMPs) – reportedly occurred 8 kilometers before the line of combat contact.

“Enemy losses: 29 units of military equipment destroyed, 140 personnel, three tanks damaged.” the report reads. “The enemy failed to achieve any success, and the Ukrainian Defense Forces held all their positions.”

Protests & media coverage

Another day of national protests shows the thousands of Americans opposed to the current Republican administration. It wasn't just in the big cities. Many small or mid-sized towns or groups were involved also. 

It was very disappointing to see major news sources not spreading the events on the front pages or screens for the country to read or see. YouTube or social medias had much better coverage of the day. Rachel Maddow and Meidas Touch on YouTube had many videos and pictures, even of one town where there were only 5 people protesting, but they were.

The question is...where do we go from here?

Protest. Paul Revere & Coeur D;arlene

It's an early morning writing so the protests in the U.S. haven't started yet. I will update them later tonight.

As I wrote earlier, I don't want this to become a political blog. However, at times, I will express my own opinion and observation of the tyranny being forced by the trump administration.

I stayed up late last night because I wanted to attend the Lantern Service, the lighting of the lanterns in Boston’s Old North Church, which happened 250 years ago last night. It was also an opportunity to hear the keynote speaker, Dr. Heather Cox Richardson.

She talked about Paul Revere and what led up to the time when the lanterns were lit in the belfry of the Old North Church that eventually led to a new nation being born, the United States of America. However, it wasn't just about Paul Revere.

Paul Revere didn’t wake up on the morning of April 18, 1775, and decide to change the world. That morning began like many of the other tense days of the past year, and there was little reason to think the next two days would end as they did. Like his neighbors, Revere simply offered what he could to the cause: engraving skills, information, knowledge of a church steeple, and longstanding friendships that helped to create a network. And on April 18, he and his friends set out to protect the men who were leading the fight to establish a representative government.

And once in a great while, someone will light a lantern—or even two-that will shine forth for democratic principles that are under siege, and set the world ablaze.

Today is our day, each one of us, to light those lanterns and take back our country. It is a national day of protest against the Trump administration. They are taking place in every state capital, the nation's capital in Washington D.C., post offices, federal buildings, representatives' offices, and street corners. We, the People, are pissed,

In Couer D'Arlene, Idaho, in a Republican town hall meeting, a protester was dragged out of the meeting by 5 "security" guards with NO official warrant or standing. This was done while the local sheriff approved and looked on. 

The names of those men are: 

Paul Trouette: CEO of Lear Asset Management — a private security firm with a track record of militarized tactics and zero regard for the law. He’s been charged with battery, false imprisonment, and violating Coeur d’Alene’s security rules. This wasn’t the first time Trouette and his crew acted like they were above the law — just the first time a city finally pushed back.

Alexander Trouette IV: His presence reeks of nepotism. No badge. No marked uniform. No justification. He’s been charged with multiple violations.

Christofer Berg: Former city employee turned security enforcer. He knew better. He did it anyway. Now he's facing the consequences.

Russell Dunne: Charged with battery and false imprisonment. No license on file. Just muscle and arrogance.

Jesse Jones: Filmed the whole thing like it was a highlight reel. He didn't just participate — he documented his own crimes.

Michael Keller: Not even part of the security team. Just another man who decided that silencing dissent was worth getting violent over. Charged with battery.

Sheriff Bob Norris was not a passive witness. He was an active participant. When Borrenpohl pushed back on his narrative, he told her to leave. She refused — as was her right in a public forum. So he turned to the private muscle, nodded, and let them take over.

Charges have been filed. Affidavits are incoming. But justice doesn’t end with courtroom procedure. It requires clarity. Accountability. And the courage to call this what it was:

An assault on democracy by men who thought they could get away with it.

They were wrong.

Cafe uPrzyjaciol.

Today, the weather was warm and bright, with clear skies and a high of 83°F. It was my second day with a three-hour break from taking care of Joan—a brief but welcome moment of time to myself.

Yesterday, Gabriela and I were chatting, and she told me about her favorite café in Poznań: u Przyjaciół. As she described it, something about the name rang a bell. Then I remembered—I had visited it a few years ago, but only the garden area outside. I’d never been inside, so when she began explaining how unique and cozy the interior was, I realized I had no idea what it actually looked like. Curious, I asked her to show me pictures online, and what I saw intrigued me enough to want to go see it for myself.

This morning, I drove out to the café and, luckily, found a handicapped parking spot right in front—an encouraging start. From the outside, it looked charming as I remembered, but stepping inside truly surprised me in the best way. It wasn’t just a large room with tables like I had expected. Instead, the space was cleverly designed with intimacy and comfort in mind.

Down the center of the room runs a narrow aisle, and along each side are cozy, semi-private seating nooks. Each nook has a long wooden slab of a table, flanked by two cushioned two-seater couches. Behind each couch is a fabric screen that gently sections off the space, giving each group a bit of privacy without feeling closed in. It had a warm, inviting atmosphere that felt thoughtfully put together.

I settled into one of the nooks, ordered a cup of coffee, and quietly took in the ambiance. At the far end of the table hung a set of intriguing art prints—quirky and colorful—adding even more charm to the space.

One downside I quickly noticed: the central aisle is unfortunately too narrow to accommodate a wheelchair, which means I won’t be able to bring Joan inside. However, the garden section, which I’d visited years ago, is fully accessible and would be a nice option when we want to go together.

I forgot to mention a small but memorable detail from my visit to the café—something that added a quiet layer of depth to the whole experience. When they brought my coffee to the table, it arrived not just with the usual sugar and spoon, but also with a business card tucked neatly beside the cup. At first glance, I assumed it was just a standard promotional card. But when I picked it up, I noticed it wasn’t just advertising—it had a message printed on it, almost like a fortune cookie.

The card read: “Open your eyes. The world in which you were born does not exist anymore.”

I paused for a moment, rereading the sentence. It caught me off guard—not because it was ominous, but because it was true in a quiet, undeniable way. According to the card, the café had opened in September 2021—just a short time ago, yet already settled in like it had always been part of the neighborhood. Still, that quote lingered with me more than the date.

As I sat there, sipping my coffee and watching people pass by outside the window, my thoughts drifted across the ocean to the United States. That one sentence—so simple and direct—summed up something I’d been feeling for a while. The familiar version of the world I grew up in, with its predictable rhythms and certain assumptions, really does feel like it's gone. Not just changed, but transformed—sometimes in subtle ways, sometimes in ways you can’t ignore.

It was a surprisingly profound moment for such a casual visit. All sparked by a cup of coffee and a little card I almost overlooked.

After enjoying my coffee and a bit of quiet time, I returned home around 2 PM. The sun was still strong and inviting, so I helped Joan change into a pair of shorts and her sandals. We headed out for a stroll in Solecki Park. Gabriela joined us—she lives nearby—and it was lovely to have her along for the stroll.

Fantastic News!

 

In the fabled city of Las Vegas, a place known for its bright lights and larger-than-life dreams, a rising star of the next generation is quietly making a name for himself in the world of film. His name is Cooper Nelson—a talented young actor whose journey began at an early age with small roles in commercials, slowly building his experience and honing his craft.

Even as a child, Cooper was drawn to the spotlight, attending audition after audition with a determination that set him apart. He faced the highs and lows of the industry with quiet resilience, never losing sight of his goal. That drive and passion are now beginning to pay off.

I know Cooper not just as a promising actor, but as family—he's the son of my cousin, Heather Zabinski-Nelson. Watching his growth from afar has been both exciting and inspiring. His breakout performances in projects such as Look What You Made Me Do (Reimagined) (2020) and One Among Us (2021) began to showcase his depth and range as an actor.

In 2022, Cooper took a significant step forward in his career when he appeared in Prisoner’s Daughter, a film that allowed him to share the screen with industry heavyweights Brian Cox and Kate Beckinsale. Holding his own alongside such acclaimed talent speaks volumes about his skill and potential.

With each role, Cooper continues to carve out a space for himself in the entertainment industry. From the neon lights of Vegas to the big screen, his story is just beginning—and it’s one worth watching.

Cooper's most recent work showcases just how far his talent has come. He starred in a powerful short film titled The Fairfax Incident, a gripping project that has already started turning heads in the independent film scene. The film was recently nominated at the prestigious Las Vegas Black Film Festival—an incredible honor in itself.

But the real excitement came just two weeks ago, when Cooper received a life-changing phone call: he had been nominated for Best Actor for his performance in The Fairfax Incident! The news was nothing short of thrilling for everyone involved—especially for Cooper and his proud mother, Heather. To be recognized in such a meaningful way at only seventeen years old is a remarkable achievement, and a clear sign that his star is rising fast.

The Fairfax Incident is scheduled to be screened at the Suncoast Cinema during the festival on April 25th, and there's a palpable buzz building around the event. The entire cast and crew poured their hearts into the project, and the recognition it’s receiving is a testament to their dedication and passion.

As for Cooper, this nomination not only validates his years of hard work and perseverance, but also marks a major milestone in what promises to be a long and successful acting career. The city of Las Vegas may be known for its bright lights—but there’s a new star shining among them.

Read All of This!

 

 If you're an American, you should read all of this. This is especially true for anyone who voted for Trump. Is this what you wanted or expected from him?

 The two tipping points for when we officially become a dictatorship could occur this week

 https://robertreich.substack.com/p/the-two-tipping-points-for-when-we

Kornik Arboretum.

Today, the weather was absolutely exceptional—one of those rare, perfect spring days that seem tailor-made for being outdoors. With the sun shining and a gentle breeze in the air, it felt like the ideal opportunity to visit the arboretum next to the historic Kórnik Castle.

Once we crossed to the other side of Poznań, it was a short 15-minute drive to the quaint town of Kórnik. Over the years, we’ve made this trip several times, usually when we’re playing host to visitors. That doesn’t happen too often, so each visit to the castle and its grounds feels a bit special, even familiar in a comforting way.

To our surprise and good fortune, we found one parking spot available—right in front of the castle gates. Though the castle itself is a marvel, we decided to skip touring the interior this time. We’ve seen it on several past visits, and without an elevator, only the ground floor is accessible to Joan, which limits the experience for her.

I helped Joan into her wheelchair, paid the 20 PLN (around $5) entrance fee, and we set off on our walk. We made our way around the castle to one of the highlights of the arboretum: the magnolia trees. They were in full, glorious bloom—large, fragrant blossoms in delicate shades of pink and white, glowing in the sunlight. Naturally, I couldn’t resist taking dozens of photos. There’s something fleeting and magical about the magnolia season that always compels you to capture it before it slips away.

After soaking in the beauty of the magnolias, we continued our stroll through the rest of the arboretum, winding along peaceful paths lined with a stunning variety of trees and plants. On the west side of the grounds, the proximity to the road made things a bit noisier, which somewhat interrupted the tranquility. But the east side was much quieter, enveloped in a gentle hush that made it feel like a secret garden tucked away from the world. That side is my personal favorite, even though it’s less colorful—there’s something deeply soothing about it.

As we wandered through the shaded trails and admired the old trees, I found myself thinking about the castle’s past. I can only imagine how magnificent this place must have been when the original owner lived here, surrounded by such beauty and serenity every day. Even now, with time having added its own layers of history, the arboretum holds a kind of timeless charm—one that draws us back, again and again.

Rest

 On the seventh day, the Lord rested................and so did we.

No room-No help

I had planned to take Joan to the Cat Cafe for their delicious cheesecake. I found a parking place close to the passageway that leads there, put Joan in the wheelchair and slowly pushed her there. There is one step at the entrance that didn't present a problem for me. However, there are 5 steps to go down that did. One employee came over and asked if she could help and I gratefully accepted.

Once down on the main floor, I went to the counter to place our order for cheesecake and coffee. It was then I was told that there were no laces available for seating because someone had rented all of them for some special occasion.  We had no choice but to leave and go to Sowas.

So, we were sitting in Sowas this afternoon and a woman came in pushing a stroller. Inside I expected to see a small child. I didn't. Instead, there was a little dog sitting there like he owned the stroller. It just seemed so strange to me. Then I looked for the name on the stroller and again I was surprised to see, TurboPet. Some company actually makes strollers for pets.....and people buy them. WOW!

Meanwhile:German weapons.

 The German news outlet Spiegel, citing a presentation given by the deputy military attaché of Berlin’s embassy in Kyiv reported that he had given an unvarnished assessment of the performance of German weapons in combat in Ukraine.

The attaché’s words, based on feedback received from Ukrainian troops, have proved to be sober reading for both Germany’s military and its arms manufacturers. He described in clear terms what was good, bad and indifferent about the German weapons systems gifted to Kyiv.

 Summarizing its report, Spiegel commented that “Hardly any large German equipment provided to Ukraine was fully suitable for war.” Source-Kyiv Post

Big Event Weekend

Spring edition of the Rozmaty Market in Poznań

Rozmaitości is a handicraft and design fair in Poznań, which brings together creators, designers and brands. All participants are united by a passion for traditional crafts and design. The event attracts both creators and lovers of unique objects.

At the Rozmaitości Market there will be stands with products of native brands. There will be no shortage of vintage stands, which will offer, among others, interior accessories, furniture or second-hand clothes. In addition, visitors will be able to choose from a wide range of handicrafts from ceramics, to jewelry, clothing, illustrations, books, natural cosmetics, home accessories, accessories for children and for animals. 

The Rozmaitości Fair is an ideal space for artists who can present their unique works. And for visitors it is an ideal opportunity to view, buy and appreciate the products offered. The organizers promote a conscious approach to shopping, where quality counts, not quantity. An additional advantage will be direct contact with the creators.

The next edition of the Rozmabitity Market in Poznań will take place on April 12-13 at Concordia Design. 76 exhibitors will take part in the spring edition. Source-Glos Wielkopolska

Movie, laptop & Ukraine.

This blog wasn't meant to be a political blog. Therefore, I am trying to limit my comments to my Bluesky (@2Smiley.bsky,social), The other 98% and Democrats, Republicans, and Independents websites.

Joan had a good day with Gabriela. Together, they watched the 4-hour version of Dances with Wolves. It was the Director's Cut which meant the parts cut out of the original 3-hour version were put back in. Joan and I have watched both versions before and agree the parts edited out should have been in the original release to theaters. They were probably cut out to shorten the movie to 3-hours.

I used my time to look at some Dell computers with Windows 11 operating System. The one I have now uses Windows 10 and cannot be upgraded. When I was done, I met with my friend, Michal, at his office and we talked for about an hour.

Meanwhile:

 Ukraine received a €1 billion ($1.08 billion) disbursement from the European Union under the G7-backed Extraordinary Revenue Acceleration (ERA) initiative, Prime Minister Denys Shmyhal announced following a meeting in Brussels with European Commissioner Valdis Dombrovskis on Wednesday, April 9.

The payment will be directed toward covering “priority state budget expenditures,” the press release said.  

It is the third payment to Ukraine through the ERA, financed by interest income from frozen Russian sovereign assets. The assets were frozen following Russia’s full-scale invasion of Ukraine in February 2022. Ukraine still aims to get the principal €210 billion ($227 billion) in immobilized Russian central bank assets.

Lost one.

It's a bit disheartening, you know? I noticed another Cousin unfollowed the blog. She was really only interested in our daily life here in Poland. My posts about the political climate back in the States and the ongoing tragedy in Ukraine just didn't hold her attention, it seems. Honestly, it feels a little strange to only focus on what Joan and I are up to when the country we came from feels like it's being dismantled by the Republican party – or as some call them now, the "Trumplicans."

Anyway, Gabriela came over today for a lovely three-hour visit with Joan, which meant it was my turn to tackle the weekly shopping. For some reason, Tuesday completely slipped my mind! I didn't get around to writing a menu or a shopping list until this morning, and to top it off, I didn't even wake up until 10:00 AM!

Luckily, the shopping list was pretty short. We still had those leftover pizzas, some frozen sweet potato soup, and that zucchini soup from last week. That's why the bill was surprisingly low, just 160 PLN (about $41). Considering our usual weekly grocery run is closer to 200 PLN these days, that felt like a small victory. Plus, it only took me about half an hour, so that was a bonus.

When I got back, Joan and Gabriela were just finishing up "Somewhere in Time," one of Joan's absolute favorite movies. I had an hour left on my break, so I used that time to work on getting our American tax forms filled out using the H&R Block online program. We've been using it for years now, and it's usually pretty straightforward. Joan and Gabriela spent that hour just chatting away. It really warms my heart to see Joan have that female companionship and someone to share her thoughts with.

600 million protesters?

Who can say what the actual number of Americans were protesting yesterday against Trump and his oligarchy administration. I have read as high as 600 million but who really knows. I thought there would be more. I don't think it was only Democrats involved this time.

Nevertheless, it was heartening to see protest in many parts of the country, not just in the big cities.  When Trump's tariffs take full effect on common people. I suspect there will be more. 

In Marquette, Michigan, close to where Joan and I used to live, 3,000 people attended the protest. In a town where only 21,000 live, that is 30% of the population. That might be a higher percentage than some of the big cities. It made me especially happy to see our friend, Mary O'Donnell participating. She protested EVERYTHING.

Now we will see what effect this protest will have on the government. I will keep an optimistic point of view.

Meanwhile:

Resistance in America - Resistance in Ukraine    

On Saturday, April 5, 2025, a crowd of close to 1,000 people gathered on Route 9 near the corner of Mechanic Street in Cape May Courthouse. They held flags and signs. The flags were American and, perhaps surprisingly, Ukrainian. The signs read “Dump Trump,” “Dump [Congressman] Van Drew,” “We will defend Democracy,” “No Tyranny,” “Save Medicare and Social Security,” and even “Give me liberty or give me death.”

I mingled in the crowd, urging them on with a bit of a cynical exhortation, “It’s about time!” and spoke to two of the protesters who displayed Ukrainian flags. I simply asked whether they were Ukrainian. In both cases they said “no” but added “we love Ukraine,” “Ukrainians are protecting us and the whole world from tyranny.” I was obviously very proud and acknowledged my Ukrainian background. They showered me with accolades about the courage of the Ukrainian people and how the entire world owes them a debt of gratitude.Souce Askold S. Losynskyj-KyivPost

 American volunteer soldiers fighting in Ukraine say that they feel “betrayed” by their own country after the U.S. halted military aid and stopped sharing intelligence with Kyiv in early March.

“(U.S. President Donald Trump) betrayed every one of us,” a U.S. Army veteran, who goes by the callsign Goldfish, told the Kyiv Independent.

The American soldiers who spoke to the Kyiv Independent said they were “horrified” by their country’s recent decisions and the ensuing consequences on the ground in Ukraine.

 

“Never have I ever thought that I would be listening to any U.S. public figure — let alone the president — openly declare support for an aggressor,” Goldfish, a 33-year-old Alaskan.said.

“If we stand here now on the side of the oppressor, literally telling Ukraine, either submit or cease to exist, that's not peace – that’s subjugation.”  Source-Kyiv Independent