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On time. In time. Timely.

Whatever the word, it is here again. Same procedure as every year.

My Jahresendmüdigkeit. That is: end-of-the-year-tiredness. It appears more or less in October and has run its course by January. Pity I cannot afford to leave it all and take a break right now.

I say this every year, too.

Of course I am old enough to resort to truthiness from time to time: “A house that needs renovation (aka a doer-upper) is actually perfect. In the end, we decide how it turns out and need not live only with other people’s decisions.” Yeah. True dat. It’s just … we both work a lot, have free time issues as a consequence and are not experienced “upper-doers”, only eager learners in general. So yes, it is a great feeling to put in a new floor by way of Youtube-schooling for the very first time, but there are many floors and many doors and many gates and rails and vital things here that need an overhaul and that great feeling of having done it soon gets replaced by the OK-next-dread. That and also: chemical burns on hands are actually bad for freelance translators.

(been here, done that and hurt myself with a stripping agent, because I can actually translate “use appropriate protective gloves” into a few languages but cannot actually do it when necessary)

So while I still really love the idea we get to create our own living space, I am also quite impatient to have it all done, sit down and read a book in a cozy, personal environment that does not need me that much anymore.

OK, so what’s next. The ugly stairs covered in Pukey I guess.


Zeugin zäher Zeiten

Da ich auf so ziemlich alles neugierig bin, schaue ich mir die Bilder an, eins nach dem anderen. Ich stelle fest, dass Angela Merkel in den 16 Jahren sowohl im Dienst als auch zu feierlichen Anlässen eigentlich immer dasselbe trug. Das kann ich verstehen: immer dieselbe äußere Form. Fast. Wirklich.

Bin zwar berühmt dafür, dass sich die lieben Umzugsmänner immer, aber wirklich jedes Mal über meine Klamotten- erm … -berge echauffieren, aber im Grunde genommen sehne ich mich nur nach ein paar wenigen Sachen: fließendes schwarzes Kleid, blaue Jeans, weißes Shirt und Karorock oder auch -kleid. Sneaker. Alle anderen Kleidungsstücke, die ich mein (und mein und mein und mein …) nennen darf, kann ich mir gar nicht erklären. Außer dass mir mein Verantwortungsbewusstsein verbietet, passable Kleidung wegzuwerfen. Und natürlich, weil es schon noch Spaß machen könnte, mal was anderes zu tragen.

Da also auch nach dem Umzug alle meine Schränke voll sind, muss ich auf ein paar Tricks zurückgreifen, um mir überhaupt noch neue Stofflieblinge anschaffen zu können, und zwar nachdem ich schon meinen größten Schatz überzeugt habe, dass er weniger Schrankvolumen als ich braucht (kennt ja jeder: Mann, Frau, Schrank).
Es hat sich inzwischen herausgestellt, dass gebrauchte Kleidung für gebrauchte Kleidung tauschen tatsächlich unglaublichen Spaß macht. So komme ich an einige wertvolle Stoffjuwele, bei denen ich früher die Ausgabe gescheut habe, weil ich ja “nur zu Hause arbeite und die teuren Sachen nur im Schrank hängen würden” (wobei man das kaum noch “hängen” nennen konnte – ein passenderer Ausdruck, den ich hiermit der Welt zur freien Verfügung anbieten kann, wäre “sardinieren”).
Heutzutage tun in meinen Schränken tatsächlich hochwertigere Sachen tatsächlich hängen und eine Ausrede für diese Pracht habe ich auch schon parat: Bald gibt es in Norddeutschland ein kulturelles Leben zu entdecken und zu feiern und da brauche ich dann hoffentlich auch all die wunderbaren Wollblazer, die mich in den letzten zwei Jahren gefunden haben und wohl zu meiner Lieblingsgrundausstattung gehören (werden). Erst jetzt bin ich so weit, eine Blazerfrau zu werden, ja.


Auf jeden Fall!

“Ich denke, ein Urlaub muss unbedingt her, dieses Jahr. So ein echter, ordnungsgemäßer, der dafür sorgt, dass es uns danach eine Woche oder zwei besser geht.”

“Und wie stellst du dir das vor?”

“So wie 2019? Wir schlafen zu Hause und toben uns in der Natur aus, jeden Tag? Nur dass wir hier nicht wandern, sondern paddeln gehen? Flüsse gäbe es ja genug.”

“Hmmm.”

“Zumindest können wir schon jetzt darüber nachdenken. Könnte ja auch Erholung bringen.”


Čist mim

Osebnost, s katero se brez težav neposredno identificiram in ki torej predstavlja pripoved mene o meni, je: precej pridna in skrbna, radovedna, malce ekscentrična, nekulska, čedalje bolj introvertirana, s presežkom zanimanja za vsebine in podsežkom zanimanja za status.

Zakaj za krščenga kosmatga potem zadnje čase sanjarim samo še o ugodju? Dolgo spanje, gladke rjuhe, nežna volnena oblačila, skodelice kave, knjige na kavču, dobra muska, požirček ta dobrega, sonce, prosti čas, prosti čas, prosti čas.

Kdaj točno se je v mojo samopripovedovano avtobiografijo prikradla laž in kaj je njeno bistvo? Pridna in prizadevna losulja ali hrepenenje po ničdelju in preimetju?

A se sploh moram odločiti ali mi bo odločitev odvzel kar lajf sam? Najbrž.


Altmühtal … and living is easy

I don’t need much time to state the obvious this time either: “I really love the Altmühl Valley. It feels so great to be here again. Let’s return in two years or so.”

He agrees. It is not only that we are proud of our daily proven paddling prowess :-), it is also that the Nature in the Altmühl Valley is wonderful and there are many great sights to see and things to do as we splish-splash downriver with our paddles, everything we need safely contained in our boat. Yes, even an alarm clock and a diary (You know, a small notebook with a pencil to write things in. A log, so to say.)

I am sure “Hiking in Kipfenberg Woods” does not make your heart beat faster, why should it, but I assure you this is one of the most beautiful places to sort of get lost in and just walk on, for hours. The soft, lush May everywhere, the strawberries, the birds … Wonderful.

“But your hollandaise is much better, even though this one is probably state of the art,” I mumble, my mouth full of asparagus. The next day, I will try to find out at this same restaurant, Der blaue Hecht, whether Bavarians can do vegan food. Yes, they can: my falafel was delicious AND they managed that without a hint of garlic 🙂

So when not sitting peacefully somewhere in Franken/Bavaria, walking around in the forests or paddling downriver like there was no tomorrow and waving to excited onlookers on the shores, we devoted our time to Roman relicts in the area, of which there are many to see. I especially loved the Roman thermae in Weißenburg and could imagine all the comforts to be had there. Not to forget the cleanliness!

Anyway, I know you are here for the photos, so here we go:


OOTDs 6 & 7: Posh Moose, right?

It was cold outside, and quite grey, when I realized I wasn’t going to pass the economy exam: I didn’t understand anything we were supposed to learn during our Saturday seminar. At the same time, I felt unnaturally well. How come?

That day I found out I am a sucker for organic materials and non-poisonous clothes: it was my shirt that made me feel so well, a feeling I have been able to recreate and prove ever since. While “genetics” might be a strong word to use and probably not correct, I can still say I am a “natural born clothes snob” aka Posh Moose, right?

Anyway, I have been expanding my organic clothes treasure trove since that day and loving every piece of it. It’s a slow process because I don’t believe in organic cotton tees sold for 5 euro – what about the workers who made them? Did they survive? Can they eat? Breathe? This lack of belief in the necessity of textile workers torture for my own well-being (aka chock-full wardrobe) has lead to my cutting down on quantities purchased but also to some new, much beloved pieces of clothing  sharing my living space.

Like today’s OOTD 6 and OOTD 7: a pair of laser-designed jeans (noone died in the process of distressing them), combined with a cardigan (made of organic wool) my husband wanted to send back because of size issues. My favourite blouse (organic cotton) and a pair of trousers (not organic, but nice) my husband wanted to send back because of size issues.

After the jump. SFW.

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Another One. Blast From The Past. No: make that 2.

10 years ago … I finished my studies in Tübingen. Now, don’t worry: I am not going to impose ALL of my memories on you from now on – this one’s relevant for my present, too.

So, Tübingen … While I didn’t exactly live there and had to travel by train AND by bus to/from the tiny Swabian place we lived at back then, I still got to see a lot of Tübingen, at least that’s what I thought till I had to find out where Morgenstelle is. Last week.

Morgenstelle is a complex of university buildings, among others, having to do with natural sciences, more or less, and it’s not exactly near the centre of the town. Not at all.

And that’s where my economy exam is taking place next week.

Well, it’s never too late to learn something new.

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Last night, after not having been able to study any more, I delved deeply into my French Outlander and I loved every second of it. What a pleasure to have a reader with a dictionary and to understand most of the things because you’ve read the book in English some time ago, but also to discover “new” things because you’ve forgotten them. Diana Gabaldon’s series is quite huge, you know. And I found out I really do know what mamelons, seins and hanches are … 😳

 


Petkovi endorfinčki

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Stop Me (cause I’m having too much fun)

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(Study at the weekend? Yes, I did that, too)


A Dangerous Attempt

When I finish my work, change into warmer clothes and attach all the ear studs, it is dark already. For a second, I wonder whether I will regret the urge to do as Germans do, then I put on my outdoor winter coat, knee-high boots, gloves and a bright red scarf.

It is quite cold outside, but it is only my furiously cycling knees that get unpleasantly soaked in the winter rain. Once inside the classroom, I try to find a hook where my wet coat won’t affect other participants’ winter protection and I succeed eventually.

We get a short introduction by a visibly exhausted teacher and I try to hide my disappointment. I really don’t know what to do next and, most of all, how. There are only basic tools available, at least they make sense, everyone else obviously knows what they want and my eyes are sore after a long day spent typing.

Well then.

At least I know how to use toothpicks for modelling.

The next day, we polish and finish off the results and I register a new passion in the making. O boy – this one’s going to be expensive! Plus, one should never use up all the available material at once, because things get heavyish this way … Continue reading