Category Archives: VIGNETTE

Predpraznično losovanje

Kaj čem, pasalo je. Sonček, skuštrana, z dvema krpama v roki in polnim vedrom pri nogah.

Čistila sem smetnjake pred bajto. Šest njih, za tri gospodinjstva. Če so pa bili umazani in resnično grd pogled z balkona. Pomlad je čas za balkonovanje, to se ve.

Sosed je bil zgrožen: “Pa brez rokavic?” Za trenutek sem odložila delo in mu podarila širok nasmeh v tistem trenutku samooklicane imunske zmagovalke:  “Ja. Gre hitreje.”

Ne, ne bi rekla, da imam pomešane pojme:

Seveda vem, da obstajajo racionalni razlogi, zakaj se v vasi mojega mladostniškega kmetovanja ženske niso bale grmenja, moški pa ne umazanije. Ko je grmelo, je bilo treba pridelke spravljati posebej hitro. Z umazanijo se človek na čisto ta pravi vasi sreča vsak dan in če bi bežal pred njo, bi tekel v krogu ali pa vstran. To je znano.

Spalne vasi pa … čist zrak, sonček, ptičke, rožice, mir in vsepovsod malce čuden folk. To je treba vedeti.

Nič hudega.

Še dobro, da se moram skrivati za svojim delom.

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That’s How We Do … Green Asparagus

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

spargel

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. 😦