Colors in my home

Moving furniture around, Ž hit his nose against a pendant light and broke it. Not his nose (he bled, but hasn't broken anything), but the light. In a way I was glad about it because I was thinking of replacing it with another one. The other day I saw a beautiful pendant light in a magazine, so I browsed the Internet yesterday to see what the price was. I was shocked! I thought that such light would cost about 100€, but it costs nearly 1500$! I wonder if there is someone who would make such light for a normal price... I just love it (it is called Muse) and it would look wonderful above my dinning table - hopefully we will get a new one by the end of this year - I can hardly wait, because it will be the first time I will have my own, and not borrowed (by my parents) dinning table!
So, by the time when such pendant light finds its way to my home, I will enjoy using polka dot things I received from my dear friend the other day. I love them, they brought colors into my kitchen!

Have a lovely weekend, and enjoy the colors of autumn!

Hope

Do you know a woman on this picture:She loved flying even more than I do, she had courage I can only dream of. She died a few weeks before her 40th birthday, and 4 million $ (today this would be 60 million $) were spent to find her. Most probably that she was eaten by fish. A heroine. I felt like flying reading about her life yesterday, feeling that I will be finally able to accomplish things that I wrote on my to-do list months ago.

The news is good, and thank you so much for keeping fingers crossed. It helped! The wound hasn't healed yet, but hopefully all will be well soon. Though, I am not finished with visiting men in white. Late in the afternoon I was smiling a lot, doctor giving me some news of hope. I also received some good news from my dear friend at the same time, so there was one reason more to be in a good mood. All is well, and life is good.When I was lying in bed, flipping through the pages of my bellowed Mein schöner Garten magazine, inspiration came back to me. A need to create came back. I felt that hope was coming back into my soul, finally, after so many months. I've read on many blogs lately that we get what we need. We can always hope that we get nice things in life, like health, love and friends.

Have a lovely day, and let your hopes come true!

Keep fingers crossed...

... that doctors did a good job 14 days ago, so that I won't have to go to a hospital again tomorrow.
If luck is not on my side, then I will be back in a week. If I am lucky then you will be reading my new post here tomorrow.Let me laugh again, I can't cry anymore.

P.s.: Autumn has showed its colors this week, so I am sharing some of this beauty with you. Enjoy!

Surprises

Everything has a purpose. This is what I heard from Ž the other day when I was in tears, crying over my own destiny. Though I think that sometimes we suffer too much, and sometimes we never get to know what this purpose is. Sometimes we wait hours, days, weeks, months or even years that something happens, sometimes we wait in vain.

From time to time we are pleasantly surprised when we get something unexpectedly. I got a surprise yesterday, from out of the blue. I will be an editor of a magazine for one year. This is something I look forward to, but also something that will bring lots of work into my everyday life. Anyway, I wish to do a good job.

Four horses

Imagine about ten people, aged 30 to 40 sitting around a table, and one at a time they keep shouting: »Yeehaaaa!« Or: »Cowgirl!« And: »Hay barn!« Sometimes even: »Hold up!«

Once in a while someone shouts: »Four horses!« and everybody stands up, punching with their hands in front of them, and shouting: »One, two, three, four!«

At a certain moment one of the guys gets so drunk that he can't do it anymore, and the game stops.

This is what happened to me on Saturday, when a couple had their farewell party, moving to another part of this country. Closer to their parents, where living is cheaper and where a house costs half of a price of the one in Ljubljana.

I like such games, though I never drink alcohol on parties. I can have a good time staying sober, I can laugh, dance or play games like everybody else.

I observed those guys and gals on Saturday. Most of them have lost their vigor with age, having children, having families. They were sleepy at eight in the evening, they stopped drinking almost at the same time. But they loved talking about the days when they all moved into that house, still being students, drinking all nights long, smoking pot day after day, and partying month after month.

Most of the people change over years and not many keep their youth vigor until being over 40. We get mature, as they usually say. But I am aware that I can't just sit at home and be self-sufficient like my mom is, complaining over everything that disturbs her peace. I don't want to be like her. Ever. It usually costs me too much if I forget about this. I know that I have changed a lot in a last year, and that I am completely different person than I was at 20. I have lost some characteristics, but gained others, hopefully better ones. What I also know is that I should never forget that there are always some new things I have to learn out there, and that I should always try to keep a bit of that youth vigor inside of me.

Four horses! :)

Movie night

If you read this blog then you know that I don’t have TV at home. On purpose, not because I couldn’t afford it. You also know that I haven’t been in a library since March, so I haven’t borrowed any movies there. Well, I don’t borrow them anyway; it is not such great fun watching them on a computer.

Though, every now and then I go to a cinema, weather alone or with friends. Rarely with Ž, though we often have plans. These past days I have been feeling very lonely, so I decided to go to see a movie last night. Julia & Julie. I liked it a lot. However, I did cry again, some things reminding me of the events in my life.

A few weeks ago I went to see Ice age 3, but I came to the cinema too late, so I went to see a cartoon Up instead. Quite sad, but funny, too. I laughed a lot, but often tears were running down my cheeks.

For me, lesson of both movies was the same – life eventually gets back on track, but there are certain events that have to happen before that. Weather or not you like it. And sometimes we don’t get what we want. I just wish I am on the right path, making the right decisions. Though, lately I so often doubt about that. I know that I suffer due to my own decision, and that some day enough will be enough. If happy times don’t come before that by themselves… I wish, I hope, I ask.

Bubbles

The researchers note in their paper, that Champagne potentially produces on the order of 100 million bubbles per bottle.

~New York Times~

Reading articles like that I wonder about the jobs that human beings have invented. Researching Champagne bubbles…

Are you happy with your job? I have to say for myself, that at the moment I am quite content with what I do, and I like spending time with my co-workers. Finally I feel that I do something good for people and for nature as well.

I spoke to my brother a few days ago, and he will be jobless on the first day of 2010. In spite of this he believes that this had to happen, so that better things will come into his life. I believe the same, too, for my own life. Let me borrow another quotation from an article in New York Times paper, told by Professor Peter Warr: “On the way to happiness, there must be unhappiness.”

Really?

Beaten by life

When life hit me for the first time, I said: »It happens.« When it came upon me for the second time, I asked: »Why?« The third blow came from a different corner, quite unsuspected. I said: »This is a result of my previous actions, of my previous life, this is what I brought upon myself by being who I was.« I was struggling hard to survive the pain that blow had brought with it. Then life suddenly seemed to be getting back on tracks; and then came one more slap, directly into my face. I screamed: »What have I done to deserve this?«

All this happened in less than two years. I stand here, waiting for more blows to come. I fear the future, but I know that I would regret it for the rest of my life if I hadn't at least tried to do what I did, and what I am still going to do. Though I think that in one year's time luck will knock on my door and I am sure that by the next autumn things will find their place in my life. And all will be good again. I am looking forward to 2010, because last two years have been the worst years of my whole life.

When I was a little girl, my dad often spanked me because I was stubborn. I tell you, never spank or beat a child for being stubborn, because it doesn't help. What I really needed was comfort and love, and exactly this I kept searching for my whole life. Instead of being a fully grown up person at twenty, I was still a little girl, searching for love, most of the time at a wrong place. And I was still stubborn. Spanking didn't help, what changed me were all those blows by life that I was writing about at the beginning of this post. I became humble, quiet and friendly. I try to do good things in life, avoiding my own ego to come out. I say yes when I feel that I would rather sit in an armchair reading a book; and I go out instead of staying at home. I think before I say something bad in anger because I know that eventually truth will find its way. It is still a long way to go, but I really think that I don't deserve such blows again. I ask for mercy.

So, that's why there has been no word from me for such a long time. I was resting at home, wishing I could clean up the house, plant the flowers, go out, or at least surf the Internet. I haven't taken any photos all this time, but nevertheless, I think that you can await some nice and happy posts in the future. Right here. Because life is still beautiful, as well as is this day. Though, I admit, I haven't got any vital spirits left.

But, I am still a little stubborn, don't you think so? :)

Autumn beauties

I didn't take many photos during last week. Staying at home gets boring, especially if you have to rest. I like Indian summer, like these warm days of autumn are called. Temperatures over 25 degrees Celsius, clear blue sky, and abundance of bright colors in front of the gardens. Let me share some of them with you.Pumpkins will soon replace these beauties, and my door will get some other decoration. Orange will be the color of late October and November around my home.

Fruits of autumn

It is time when we go to the woods to pick chestnut. Last week Ž brought some home, but it was full of worms and it didn't taste good. This week he went to some other place to pick it, and he was lucky - it is so delicious! Very sweet. Usually we cook it, and I like it mashed with maple syrup and cream.I read yesterday in a magazine, that Napoleon Bonaparte ordered to plant chestnut trees in large quantities in order to avoid hunger, as they bear fruit every year. Wise man. Chestnut trees don't grow in all parts of Slovenia, because they need warm climate for growth. The book on trees says that trees may live up to 1000 years! Imagine that! What a tree!

I'll be back

Did you miss me? :)

I will be away for few days, but I am sending you warm wishes and a picture from my favorite paths... I'll be back soon. Have a great time until then.