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La dernière excursion – & OOTD

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My fifty shades

– … Would you please … beat me into sleeping the next time?

– … ❓ … 😀 … 🙄 …

– I’m so tired. I have no idea why I couldn’t sleep last night. I just couldn’t. I was awake as hell and it was 5 am. I checked. Now I cannot live. So just hit me senseless next time. You’ll sleep better, too, afterwards. What with my tossing and turning.

 

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Slovaška.

Kdo bi si mislil … Danes zjutraj sem bila hvaležna, da nas večina Evrope zamenjuje s  Slovaško:

“Slovaška kandidatka za podpredsednico Evropske komisije je svoj nastop pred parlamentom opravila slabo in bo najbrž zavrnjena.”


Ponosna vlagateljica sem.

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Skuhala 400 ml malinovega kisa in 400 ml vode plus 2 čajni žlički soli in prelila čez, od leve proti desni:

belo redkev (s črno kumino, gorčičnimi semeni in pikico črnega popra)

rdečo papriko (z mičken pimenta in mešane začimbe)

cvetačo (z mletimi klinčki, črno kumino, gorčičnimi semeni in črnim poprom)

kumare (z gorčičnimi semeni, črnim poprom, mletim luštrekom in 4 čajnimi žličkami rjavega cukra)

bučo hokaido (z mletim koriandrom, kurkumo, kuminom, klinčki, kardamomom, čilijem in 2 čajnima žličkama rjavega sladkorja)

Čez dva tedna v hladilniku se bo izkazalo, ali vsaj približno obvladam – zahtevna tematika, ker pri nas ne kupujemo, jemo ali hranimo vložene zelenjave, praviloma, edina izjema so občasne sladkokisle kumare, z vsem ostalim pa me lahko naženeš na Antarktiko.

Ma ko človk nikol ne ve, k čemu kaj kako kdaj paše, kenede, in kdaj se bo samega sebe presenetil 🙂

Tina, hvala že zdaj za idejo!


Glaskogen: Lessons In Love.

“I don’t think I can do that.”

It took me whole 60 seconds to find that out and say it. In my head, exclusively, I do have some pride. Now what? Wisely, I excluded the confession act as a possibility and gave it another try instead. And another one. I still couldn’t do it, but I walked on. Nothing else to do: I had claimed a few weeks ago, loudly and comprehensively, that I should be able to do it, so now it was too late to find out I couldn’t. So I walked on. Just like I’d do in real life, nothing new there for me.

Just before we started packing our rucksacks for a 3-day hiking tour, the rain had decided now was the time to act out the attention whore part and stick to it for some time. Of course it would, this is Sweden, for ticks’ sake! I could only hope my brand new Dalsland tan wouldn’t get rinsed off or mouldy till we get home. Home. Where the bed is. And the shower. Walk on.

Gradually, my body stopped hating me for carrying such a huge load for so long in such a rain and we made 8 kilometers that day. At the end of which, we discovered our first palace: they hadn’t bothered with the red carpet but painted the whole house red instead and inside, there were beds. And an oven. That day, I may or may not have believed in heaven on Earth …

Oh, the rain? It was our devoted companion all along. Jep. One of the most beautiful hiking areas there ever was, admired as water color. With the exception of a few moments, that is. Beautiful moments.

We spent the next night in another red house saying “Germans go home” on one of its walls. Sorry to say we didn’t. We couldn’t. Not after 15 kilometers in the rain and half a ton on our backs. But thank you for the oven and all the wood.

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“Where did you spend your holiday, if I may ask?” The repairman was nice and talkative, so I told him the truth: “In Sweden.” The tremor rattling his body could be seen: “Sweden? Isn’t it … cold and rainy up there?” He checked my chocolate tan again – it must have provoked his question in the first place – and decided to stick to his opinion: “And grey?”

“Yes, it is,” I lied (not wanting all the world and her wife to travel there next summer), “but then, at least there are no mosquitos when the weather’s bad. And it is still very beautiful, Sweden is.”

That’s true. While I was afraid I’d be missing Finland way too much, I found Glaskogen area to be quite similar to our beloved Finnish hiking grounds and that was enough. Oh, and: we had enough sun in Dalsland to enjoy a 5-day paddling tour in the first place.

Strange, though … this year no one exclaimed Spain’s gonna win as soon as they heard us talking German. At least I thought that was strange until I finally had a look at a comprehensible Swedish newspaper: it contained the words Spain, Chile and fiasco. I couldn’t believe it.

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Zakaj sem toaletni papir vrgla v smeti.

Ker je smrdel, jasno.

Resda bi bilo bolje, če bi že v trgovini opazila, da toaletni papir po znižani ceni oglašujejo kot prijetno dišeč, vendar na to možnost pač nisem pomislila in nisem brala opisov na embalaži. Zanima me samo število plasti (4): ste res mislili, da prevajalci beremo opise izdelkov in navodila za njihovo uporabo?

Pri poceni papirju sem si privoščila pomoto kljub temu, da že dlje časa kolnem proizvajalce in prodajalce higienskih vložkov, ker mi na vso silo hočejo zasmraditi življenje: imam občutljiv nos in kar je njim dišava, je meni obupen smrad. Skrajni čas bo za menopavzo, se mi zdi. Ali pa za drage vložke od biokmeta, dobavljene še pred sedmo uro zjutraj.

Predstavljajte si, da je v manjšem kraju v nedeljo ena taka fajn prireditev, dan je lep in sončen, sprehajate se med stojnicami in ves čas vam pod nos sili tako imenovana dišava iz toaletnega papirja. Vaša prva misel je, da morate domov in pod tuš, potem pa ugotovite, da isti smrad oddajajo tudi drugi obiskovalci prireditve. Seveda: en sam večji prodajalec na vasi, ista posebna ponudba, veliko kupcev. Veliko smradu.

Ljeh. – – –

“Mal je čuden,” pravi moja frizerka, “ne maramo ga preveč, ker se nam prilizuje na tako ogaben način.”

Stranke se smejimo, medtem ko Hairkillerki oponašata vedenje njihovega novega svetovalca za marketing.

“Upam, da vam ne bo treba te sluzljave vsiljivosti po novem oponašati?” sem malce zaskrbljena.

“Ma ne, po novem moramo strankam pogosteje svetovati, kaj bi še lahko naredile z lasmi oziroma kaj še ponujamo pri nas. To mi ni všeč, ta vsiljivost, če kdo hoče kaj posebnega, nam bo že povedal.”

Moja najljubša vrsta frizerke. Če kaj hočem, bom že rekla, če imam vprašanje, ga bom zastavila, drugače pa bi samo rada striženje v miru.

“In, ti je všeč?”

“Jaaa!” posnemam njeno prejšnje posnemanje njihovega svetovalca za marketing: “Super je!” sem narejeno sladka.

Smeh.

No, frizura mi je res všeč, zelo kratka je, zato po novem kažem celo vrsto uhančkov.

Poletje in to.

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Just in.

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Yes, I am really going to do it.

Wear skirts and dresses more often, that is.


A Tough Decision

“I did it, today.”

“You canceled your French course already?”

“Yep. I’ve also found a few books for solitary learners, but I’ll buy one later. First, I want to memorize the dictionary.”

“The dictionary? 😯 You want to memorize a French dictionary?”

“Nooooooo! 😆 You know, the small one with all the lovely pictures and photos! After the exam, I’ll do some serious work, if I have time. But for now, it is studies first.”

“Well.”

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No, I Don’t Like It. Paris. (But it was still worth it.)

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That’s How We Do … Green Asparagus

With ‘tatoes, fried tofu and almonds (& tahini & balsamic vinegar):

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The woman above us is sending soap bubbles towards the red setting sun and never has our suburb looked so beautiful. Or playful.

Yesterday, it was even warm enough to sit outside and read Martin: last week, I had managed to repair our huge old blind and clean all the highway-dusted surfaces on the balcony.

It’s a bank holiday today in Germany, a good thing, too … well, HE, for example, has cleaned all the windows in the afternoon, which he likes to do, while German fathers have been carousing around with their Bollerwagen. And yes, even after ten years of marriage, I am happy when HE stays at home, even though I don’t expect him to do anything special, just BE. I might be what you’d call a hopeless case.

Studying? Yes, I am. I can.

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So, tell me: do you feel as terrible as I do when reading about the 1000 dead people in Dhaka and knowing we were and are supporting slavery, abuse and death? I know I do. 😦