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Sleepless In Denmark

“Remember having asked me about possible reasons for not doing this anymore?” he says suddenly, unexpectedly. “This would be one. But we can avoid that in the future.”

He is right, of course: while we have started our paddling tour in Denmark before the school holidays begin, we should still have expected larger campsites to attract youngsters of a certain kind at any time. Certain kind means being able to tow unbelievable quantities of beer crates to the campsite and at the same time unable to get very far by paddling on the river, which is where the cars come in, at some later point.

And did I mention the Soccer World Cup was to start soon?

Anyway, we did not get much sleep in our tent that night, but I chose not to grow the huge bags under my eyes without a fight. I shared my personal opinion about the partying youngsters with my restless husband and didn’t spare him any details: I was quite sure the Danes understood enough German to know what my problem was. They did. And were soon making fun of my “Scheiße!”. Which was when the i-word was used. But before things got any worse, the idiots stopped singing, yelling and talking and went to sleep, leaving us to try to do the same.

At that point, we had done quite some paddling and really needed some rest, and I would have preferred to end the day by going through the lovely pictures of the magnificent Gudenå in my head, but river fans cannot be choosers, so.

Our tour had started in Skanderborg, a day later than planned because the wind was trying so hard to blow away the gravity of the water, as it often does. What else to do but to go shopping instead: Aarhus offered its facilities and we said thank you, though we almost ended up buying nothing. That is: I bought 2 outdoor jackets for next to nothing and left them in the car for the rest of the paddling tour, because I wasn’t concentrating properly.

The next day we could finally cross the peaceful lake Mossø – it had apparently lost all the will to try to kill us that was on such a magnificent display the day before. I felt victorious, for no reason at all, and we entered the Gudenå system.

In this system of lakes, connected by the river Gudenå we spent another five days, which were even better than we had expected them to be, though our last long ride was full of rain, cold clouds, damp cows on moisty pastures and – singing, yelling and talking Danish youngsters at our destination. They had moved to our last campsite by cars and joined another group or two. That evening, Denmark won the soccer match against Peru. And we slept like two logs.

“We shall return,” he says a few days after the tour. “We will pack some ear plugs and avoid the high season and campsites in bigger places, but we will return. The river is magnificent.”

It is.

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September

Ojej … smo res že zadnjega v avgustu? Kdo mi je ukradel večji del leta – roke gor!

Avgust je bil malo zmešan: vsake toliko sem se spomnila veslanja po Mozeli in se prepustila valovanju spominov na krasno poletje, kakor hitro pa sem prenehala biti semtertjametalna, sem brala knjige, ma kaj brala, žvečila in goltala, pri meni nedvoumen znak, da prihaja jesen.

Govorim seveda o svojem prostem času.

No, v prostem času sem tudi kopala jarek okrog bajte in s tem šokirala vaško javnost. Seveda sem že predtem nase pritegnila pozornost z namigi o enakopravnosti moških in žensk, a sem stvari nafocnila piko na i, ko je bilo treba ob skupni fasadi, potrebni obnove, skopati jarek. Prvi sosed skopal tretjino, drugi sosed skopal tretjino, potem pa je tretja soseda (jaz) začela obdelovati še zadnjo tretjino. Mož? V službi! Naslednji dan je seveda pomagal, da ga ne skurijo na barikadi (predvsem pa, ker je to res hotel in je imel časa, moj pač ni len), ma vse skupaj sem zaključila kar sama in postala mičken slavna. Zelo kratek čas, sicer.

Če sem čisto iskrena, mi je prijalo. Ker preveč časa preživim v pisarni, neskončno uživam v telesnih naporih.

Ful bi šla še enkrat v šolo na 1. septembra.

“Moj sanjski poklic je študentka!” sem zadnjič razložila možu svoje sanje za obdobje, ko bom bila zadela na lotu. Pravo sem sicer malce zanemarila (ne bom delala izpita iz ustavnega prava), ma načrtujem vsaj še 3 module, preden dokončno neham. Potem pa … uvod v informatiko. Moram zadevo enkrat pošnofati, ni važno, da sem preneumna zanjo, saj ne bo nihče izvedel.

Ne bo nihče vedel … še dobro, da cenim svojo zasebnost in stvari največkrat najraje zamolčim. Če bi res potrebovala folk za pogovore o sebi, lajfu in vesolju, bi kot dojčefurka zmrznila. Toliko nejevere zaradi mojega načina izražanja in razmišljanja, da bi jo lahko prodajala in obogatela. In kar je še najhuje: med pogovorom sogovornikom gledam v oči!

Res bi se morala kdaj razmisliti nad sabo, pa nimam časa. Knjige.


Ten. Years. This Blog. Old Is.

It so happens that I sent out my very first web log entry on 4 May 2006 in a Slovenian newspaper.

My blog and everything that came and goes with it has changed my life in a significant manner I could dwell upon in many words today.

But I won’t.

If I did, I’d have to tell you how much I miss the Olden Days when the bloggers’ scene was very much alive and most of the comments I got sent happy shivers down my spine, because I did crave good company in those days. I still do, in my virtual and in my real life, but what can you do. If life serves you lemons, you better keep quiet about it, right?

Anyway … I am still delighted to be a blogger and I intend to post on my blog in the years to come, too.

Because I need a record of my life and because I am happy whenever one or two sisters in arms drop by and say hello.

So I ain’t going nowhere.


Check.

Huh.

So I found this German site where I can check how healthy my cosmetic products (& food and many more) are …

Now I can’t stop checking everything and throwing away creams containing parabens and stuff. Not that many of my favourite products are considered dangerous: since having become a product snob, I tend to buy organic cosmetics. Since my daily routine comprises toothpaste, 2 antiwrinkle creams and a deo (plus a shampoo, a conditioner and a shower gel a few times a week, obv), I can afford my snobbery more easily …


Mumbo Number 9: Blogiversary

So I posted my first blog post on May 4th 2006 … Way to go.

This is just to let you know that I intend to keep on blogging, as much as I can. I’ve grown used to my blog and I like the idea of putting down important things in my life, also, it’s for free. So what’s there not to like?

Thank you for being here and you are welcome any time. 🙂

And This Is My Biggest Fan

 This Is My Biggest Fan


Rad Hair Day

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Satira ne da mira. Sori.

Manca mami ni mogla verjeti, kaj je Sonja hčerka ravnokar prijavila: “Ne morem verjeti, da ti Barbara šov ni tako všeč kot Sopranos serija! Le kaj so v šoli nardili iz tebe?!?!? Ali pa se čisto preprosto lažeš?”

Sonja hčerka: “Ma ne, Sopranos serija prikazuje odnos do življenja in smrti in to je pomembno, saj sem še mlada. V Barbara šovu vidiš samo butaste bejbe s Chanel mejkapom, Birkin torbicami in Blahnik čevlji, ki jih zanima samo in edino cena Queen poročne obleke in izpisek Citybank računa njihovega bodočega!”

Manca mami: “Mmmm, Alexander Queen obleka, ni slaba ideja. Sori, punči, ma ta pogovor mi postaja prenaporen. A ti slučajno veš, kje je moj Johnny Walker viski? In kje je spet tvoja Mojca sestra?!? Pa ne, da je spet v Prežihov Voranc knjižnici, smrkla nabrita?!?!”

Sonja hčerka: “Ne vem, pred kako uro je vzela svoj Vuitton ruzak in svoj Nokia telefon ter čisto preprosto odšla. Mogoče spet visi v Tromostovje kavarni, kjer imajo tako dobro Nescafe kavo? Ali pa v Zvezda parku čveka s frendicami, kaj pa vem.”

Manca mami: “Današnja mladina! Ko sem bila jest mlada, smo meli samo Union pivo in Fructal sok in to v Tivoli parku, na klopci! Zdej pa Tromostovje kavarna, pa Cutty Sark gostilna, pa Študent radio pa Metelkova disko pa-“

Sonja hčerka: “Pa dej mami, no! Nehi! Kakšen Metelkova disko! Pa tis čist out!”