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Karlsruhe Europaplatz

Na poti me sreča kamelji prst, oblečen v pepermintno zeleno. Vseeno sem olajšana: kakor koli že zgleda, prisotnost mladine je pomirjujoča. Življenje – ne: utapljanje v kritični masi starcev ne bo kos pogače, tudi če smo bodoči starci trenutno še moderne osebe srednjih let. Za razliko od plemenite konzervativnosti prehuda okostenelost duha pač dolgočasi in po nepotrebnem utruja. Ni mi do tega.

Zaenkrat pa vsi skupaj, staro in mlado, sedimo na vlaku, z zabasanimi ušesi. Ne vem, zakaj ima moj ajPod tako rad Leonarda, najbrž sem dobila izdelek s posebej melanholičnim slučajnostnim algoritmom, na srečo je Cohen tudi meni pri srcu. Na srečo imam rada tudi Adele, čeprav je moja glasbena škatlica ne zna nehati igrati, takoj po prvi pesmi. Na srečo me velikokrat tudi preseneti.

Wo ist dein Schuh? Du hast ihn verloren … Als ich dir den Weg zeigen musste. Wer hat verloren?

Utrujena. Premalo spanja.

Skrbi me. Študij sem vpisala iz povsem logičnih razlogov, sedaj pa mi gre na živce, da imam premalo časa zanj. Kot vedno bi veliko raje študirala kot delala. Take mam že od nekdaj.press.
Vseeno nisem čisto prepričana, da me privlači samo študij – morebiti svoj čisto poseben čar nad mano izživlja tudi navidezna moč, ki jo oddajajo zakoniki? Brskanje po njih? Vse večje poznavanje pravil? Zakaj ljudje študirajo pravo – zaradi denarja ali subjektivnega prirasta moči? Oboje najbrž.

Ko tako berem kvazi informativna besedila na spletnih straneh odvetniških družb, ki razkrivajo, katere predpise po novem kršimo in pred katerimi posledicami se lahko z njihovo pomočjo hitro rešimo – mar je reklama na osnovi strahu pri tako (pozor: ironija) plemenitem poklicu primerna? Mar ne bi bilo nujno, da vsi skupaj takoj začnemo ravnati, kot da se požvižgamo na juristične vladarje v ozadju? No, ne čisto. Pravzaprav: seveda ne. Ampak vprašam pa se lahko. Vprašanja so koristna stvar. Si upam pojesti breskev?

Ja, veselim se svojega seminarja: tri in pol ure minejo kot v hipu. Mogoče se bom kdaj sprijaznila tudi z dejstvom, da bo moj uspeh na izpitih zaradi pomanjkanja časa vedno pod velikim vprašajem, veliko večjim kot kdaj koli prej. Glavno, da se kaj naučim, vse ostalo je daleč preveč dolgočasno.

Na primer Karlsruhe: živ dolgčas. Postajališče Europaplatz je pri nakupovalnem središču, kamor po novem hodijo najstniki z vseh vetrov, da si v znanem irskem šopu napolnijo ogromne nakupovalne vreče za malo keša. Na drugi strani? Ravno tako trgovine. Tudi na tretji in četrti strani trga isto. Ja no. Kaj pa bi rada?

Želite kartico zvestobe? Blagajničarka se mi avtomatsko simpatično nasmehne, ko kartico odklonim. Kdaj sem bila nazadnje v knjigarni? Hmmm … Če ne bi Civilnega zakonika pozabila doma, me tudi danes ne bi videli, pa ga rabim na seminarju. Za brskanje in odgovarjanje na vprašanja. Zdaj si že upam. Na začetku študija sem se vsakokrat tudi malce prestrašila, ker s svojim naglasom privlačim več pozornosti, kot bi mi bilo pri srcu. Tudi če so moji stavki pravilni. Nič več strahu. Tudi govorci z napačnim naglasom imamo svoje pravice. In vprašanja.

BGB pospravim in si grem pogledat modrce v ha und em. Lepi so, res.

Malce pred deseto polna jurističnega znanja spet stojim na postaji in opazujem mladino. Kul klobuk, krasen pirsing, množica zanimivih rukzakov in čudovitih čevljev. Fajn. Seveda imamo tudi tokrat skoraj vsi zaštopana ušesa. Ob tej uri tudi velja povečana nevarnost ropa: predvsem mobilci so zaželeni. Hm, bi tudi meni tatovi vrnili moj handy, ko bi ugotovili, da gre za neuporabno, desetletje staro nokijo?

Zaspana sem.

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Things Happen, No?

Howdy. … Or something.

After having ticked off the survival of this year’s autumn exhaustion successfully (I needed an additional round of workout, though, it must be the age) I am somewhat lost for words … Oh, I know: I must have used them all up to write my uni homework, describing in too many words why person A needn’t pay the purchase price. Lucky bastard: most of us have to.

Not an easy task, studying at home: while I love being independent, I fear I spend too much time searching for information that should simply be available in bulk … On the other hand, when have you last attended a uni seminar wearing a roller in your hair? Exactly.

I must wonder whether I do this on purpose, just to relive the good olden times, when thinking about Kant made me ignore both friends and traffic signs: after having paid my bills and stuff, I turn around to see if anybody’s waiting for me to finish my electronic papirology (nope, dear hackers, I do not bank online) and see a nice lady so I smile in her direction and she smiles back. I take my papers and my wallet and leave, only to remember I am also carrying a handbag today. So I turn and smile apologetically at the nice lady, who looks a bit shattered. “One of those Saturdays” I admit, grip my bag and walk home to finish my seminar paper on not needing to pay. Damn.

Oh, and all the big plans for tomorrow! Polish the parquet and the wardrobe fronts, finally try sewing with my wonderful new sewing machine, finish the seminar paper and get to read a bit.

Very warm here. Like: almost T-shirt and sandals warm. When the nice DHL girl told me this morning they have switched to the Christmas season regime I couldn’t help but exclaim. “Already!?!?” She told me they do that on 1. November and I realized we have November now. So that’s where all the flowers have gone.

Ahhh, and the November sun! Just imagine being able to say that: November sun! It makes all the garish orange, pink and salmon houses in our little town shine sort of beautifoolishly. Not bad at all, I really have to take care not to go down a notch or two in my taste …

Just one more annual exhaustion to tick off and then it’s Christmas.

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Let me count the ways

You know the story about a frog in a pot with water that is being heated up gradually? How the poor animal cannot feel it’s boiling, according to the famous legend?

True or not, I think the story describes some things in life quite well.

Like … getting old?

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I’m a busy girl and so I haven’t noticed some of the less obvious signs telling me that, yes, I am 40 already. There’s cellulite and wrinkles and an occasional gray hair and my muscles are as flabby as always (despite working out), but these are the signs we all tend to check from time to time. I also tend to forget them. In front of a mirror is not my favourite place to dally, it has never been. Which explains some of my sartorial choices and the inability to distinguish between cheveux and chevaux to this day, really 😈

But what about other things? Any other signs I am in fact getting old and have been all this time, inevitably? Well, yes:

– After the last Paris trip I have sworn to myself never to book the cheapest hotel possible. Ever. It’s not romantic and after having tried to visit as many museums as possible, you need a good sleep which won’t be interrupted by people hitting each other and yelling.

– Our bed has become the … lap of luxury: only organic cotton is ever allowed and this year, we decided to skip Xmas presents to buy new blankets. Filled with camel hair. Yes. The stuff camels shed when the weather turns from freezing to warm is the best ever to cover your tired, old body with at night.

– I have never owned so many cardigans as I do now. I think I am officially in love with the concept: you can zip/button up the thing or not, you can take it off when it’s too hot and put it in a small bag you’ve sewn for that purpose (to carry tiny cashmere cardigans in a handbag) and you can feel well warmed up by your ersatz blanket whenever the need arises. Which happens more often, as you grow- exactly. 🙂 Old.

– It seems my collection of arm warmers (a pair of yak ones only, right now) will see the same fate: I adore all that knitted stuff covering a half of my hands. And I have always hated sleeves that are too short – meaning just about reaching my wrists – even as a young person. Believe me, at my height and clothes size, sleeves are usually dimensioned to offend.

– I have never in my life spent so much time cleaning as recently. Mind you, ours is still not the cleanest place because we both work too much and sleep too long to keep everything tidy and spotless, but it’s better now than it has ever been. Plus, I love cleaning, I always have. I wonder what’s to become of this … 😯

– I tend to buy clothes made of organic or recycled materials, mostly they are simple basics I can combine to get exciting styles 🙂

– Last week I said to my husband I am going to spend my retirement working out, making out, reading and sewing new things from old ones. 😳

– I don’t seem to remember the third meaning of the word “party”: there’s “political party” and there’s “contract party” and then there’s … errr … ? 😈

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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.


Voda je krasna stvar, ja.

“V starih časih, ko še ni bilo tople vode iz pipe, si lahko v okolici mesta v enem dnevu zorganiziral deset legij! Kam gre ta svet … Odkar se tuširamo, smo se čisto pomehkužili!”

“Res je, v starih časih še besede tuš niso poznali!” mu prijazno pomagam. “Greš zdaj peš v službo, bos?”

“Errr … mislim, da se bom moral še parkrat na mrzlo stuširati, preden grem v službo bos. Ampak ta dan bo prišel!”

“Glej, saj lahko naredim tako kot v komunizmu: skuham vročo vodo v loncu in ti jo nalijem v umivalnik, dodaš še mrzlo, pa bo.”

“OK. Ampak ta svet je preveč pomehkužen in bo propadel, ti povem!”

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A kaj da se greva?

Bojler se nama je pokvaril, v nedeljo, pa sva bila do torka popoldne brez vroče vode. Če sem čisto iskrena, to pri meni spada med zadeve, zaradi katerih še obrvi ne dvignem, hec pa vseeno mora biti.

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Ne morem verjeti: mulc, pa me gre takole žicat. Halo?!? Dečko, stara sem ene dvakrat toliko kot ti, popravi tisti bojler in se pejt zabavat z mlajšimi! 😳

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Habemus aqua calda, pomejlam dragemu, konc je tuširanja z mrzlo vodo.

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Oh. Obrvi bo treba oblikovati.

Pa ne, da sem v nedeljo zadnjič letos plavala na prostem?


Happy are the ignorant who

“I do think her butt’s a bit … largish?” I smile to show that I don’t care and this is only small talk. Only small talk. Like you do when you are married.

“Yeah,” he agrees, “it is too big. A bit. Who is she, anyway?”

“Hm … Do you know … Have you ever heard of this guy called Simpson who killed his wife?”

“Nope.”

“Well, then, it doesn’t matter. She’s no one. Really. Just forget her.”

I don’t feel like being bitter about people who earn gazillions by doing nothing (apart from growing a gross ass and having a really beautiful face) just right now so I decide he is not to know.

I have a husband who’s probably never heard of Kardashians. How good is that?!?  😈

OH, and: I also have some advice for Stewart. Yes, Kristen. It goes like this: Those fallen from grace real life may now embrace. This is a bad translation of a well-known German saying Ist der Ruf erst ruiniert, lebt sich’s völlig ungeniert (bad Slovenian translation: Ko je ugled enkrat ruiniran, lajf postane neženiran)

Good luck, Kristen.

 


Ker se peni.

Pa ne da bi si kdaj želela česa takega kot pijačo, ki me bo osveževala celo poletje … Kaj takega si želijo samo v reklamah.

Poletje je sicer kar nekam ekstremna stvar, ki včasih povzroči, da si poiščemo nekaj čisto novega, vendar se pri pijači pač nikoli ne trudim. Mineralna voda vsak dan in to je to.

No, letos sva začela kupovati takšno z več magnezija. In ne: za nič na svetu ne bom raje pila vode iz pipe. Ta je namreč priključena na svinčene vodovodne cevi.

Letos sem torej nehote našla pijačo, ki si jo vsak dan z veseljem privoščim poleg mineralne vode. Vsak dan eno flaško, za užitek. Po športu.

Brezalkoholno pivo.

Seveda Nemci znajo narediti tudi tega.

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Včeraj sem v našem naselju doživela Molćanje Hrvatov. Kar zrak so odstranjevali iz okolice s svojim vzdihovanjem. Zaman. Škoda.


A Problem Solved Is A …

For those of you who hadn’t noticed: I hadn’t been to my hairdressers’ for a long, long time. Like: 5 months.

And then, last Friday, this ad appeared in our house: a hairdresser offering to visit her customers. All I ever wanted!

At first I was excited but then I started to also think: am I really going to invite an unknown person into our flat to cut my hair even though I’ve always been happy with my hairkillers?

Suddenly, it didn’t feel like a good idea at all. So I finally went to my beloved hairkillers: I didn’t have much work to do anyway.

I had to wait for an hour or more, but since this is one of the two opportunities I read Brigitte, Bunte, Cosmopolitan & Co. (the other being at the dentist’s) I waited patiently.

My Friday’s hairkiller was as nice as always and I was satisfied with the result.

Don’t know if I ever left with such long hair before … 😯 Continue reading


He Made Me Do It!

He = my hubby

Made Me = convinced me

Do = buy – because I am going to go on a sartorial fasting spree in a month

It = a lovely black leather shopper. Italian.


News. Sort of.

– The sparkling PC is back again. It was the power supply unit that felt like presenting a firework and the repair wasn’t expensive. Also, everything I ever said or did is still there. Etched upon the hard disk. 🙄

– I can’t believe I really got up at 6.30 today because the nice vegetableman said he’d come at 6.45. It’s 6.58 now.

– I’ve got a serious addiction. To our elliptical trainer.

– I may have to kill some ladybirds this year again. The Asian ones.

– I downloaded the new Terry Pratchett to my Kindle but since I am still reading Quicksilver (am now at 55 %, Kindle says so) Pratchett will have to wait. So will Eco and Greene. Well, isn’t that an astonishing queue waiting for yours truly? 🙂

– I had my soulfood again, yesterday: a salad with mozzarella and crisps. It’s just that I ate the whole bag of those crispy calorie crunchies, so any beneficial effect of Green Leaves was done away with. For your information: whole bag = 175 g. Am proud of myself. 🙂

– I made müsli cookies again yesterday, I also learnt a lesson afterwards: gradually adding more and more healthy stuff makes them crumble at the first sight. I needn’t bother since it is my hubby who does the vacuuming here, but it is strenuous to eat them, because they are disappearing before ever appearing in my mouth. Crisps never do that.

– Those of you who haven’t seen Battlestar Galactica yet: it’s a must. Just do it.