The secrets of a flagrant momento....

Once again it is Sunday, otherwise known as laundry day. I've pretty much managed to get over that cold that had been lingering in me all week. At work, it's the end of the first term so there was a lot to do, lots of paperwork, grading papers... December will be a much more fun month, or at least I hope so.
Yesterday I went to a demonstration here in Ljubljana to protest reforms that the goverment plans to make. Most of the unions were there from all over the country, pensioners, students. It was a huge demonstration for Slovenian standards. 40,000 people sure doesn't sound like a lot in terms of a metropolis like London or NYC... But for a small country like Slovenia, it's huge. It was wonderful to see such solidarity and that the huge snowfall didn't keep people from coming out and speaking out.
Today I spent the morning editting and correcting a text I got from one of the agencies I translate for. This afternoon I have to correct the rest of the papers from the English competition that took place on Friday. I need the cash, so I won't complain.
December is almost here...I'm happy and depressed. It's usually a gorgeous month here with so much going on and the town is always so charmingly decorated. But alas, my love is in Amman and neither of us has the money to visit the other at the moment. How cruel and unfair...
I'm already in so much debt as it is.... I wish I knew what to do....
If anyone out there is reading this, I would welcome some suggestions...
Cheers,
Beti

Home on laundry day....

Already the weekend is almiost over....If nothing else, I can say that at least I'm relaxed... The last week was extremely busy at work and I must say that lack of sleep caught up with me and by Friday morning I felt rather feverish. It didn't stop me from going out though. One of my coworkers Denis managed to reserve us a place in Kras and we had a nice party there....plenty of food, plenty of drink. The music was kind of lame though, but I guess you can't have everything. The teran made up for the crappy music...
When I got home in the early hours of the morning, I was extremely feverish and completely out of it... I stuffed myself with vitamins and after a brief chat with my dearest, I went to sleep. I slept most of yesterday as well...woke up at noon, made some soup, chatted a bit, went back to sleep till 6, more soup, vitamins, some tea... I supposedly chatted with him again in the evening but I was so out of it that I really don't remember... I fell asleep just after 8pm and slept straight through till this morning. I feel and sound much better though I'm still not at 100%.
As usual, Sunday is laundry day, so I've been doing that, went to do a bit of groceries and made myself a much needed coffee, to counter balance that herbal tea I've been drinking. I chatted with Tara earlier, it was 5am in Montrealand she'd just come in drunk as a skunk but in an extremely good mood. She'd been dying to show me how her place looks now that she's had it repainted and the like. Looks pretty good. My place could use some repainting (at least)...the whole thing needs renovating, but finances are keeping me from getting into such a project at the moment...
Jovan is getting married this spring. I'm happy for him, though I think he may be rushing it. Considering how his last marriage turned out, maybe he should take more time to think this over... But hey, it's his life. Who am I to judge.
So as for me...how to get out of this financial rut? My dear Omar seems to think giving the stock market a chance is the thing to do. I personally can't be bothered...Maybe that's my problem...too lazy...
Anyhow, time to get some cleaning done as the place looks like a dump. Tjaša is coming over in a bit. There's another one who's going thorugh an existentialist crisis.... but aren't we all?
Peace,
Beti

Why Must There Always Be a Title???

I've been meaning to do this for a while now. As I haven't been disciplined enough to keep a diary in ages, some sort of outlet is needed, I suppose.
I arrived back in Ljubljana very early Monday morning and luckily my boss was kind enough to let me take the day off. I had spent 6 days in Amman then Sunday, my dearest and I left for Aqaba, since that's where my return flight was leaving from. After a wonderful dinner, we walked around Aqaba till it was time to go to the airport...the flight left just after 1am and by the time I reached Ljubljana, I was ready to slip into something more comfortable (like a coma).
On Tuesday I managed to go back to work but was somewhat lost... My entire life has just become so chaotic over the past year, almost like it's out of one of those stupid soap-operas. Too many decisions to make, life altering ones...
I love living in Slovenia, he hates it. He wants to be in Jordan, I'm not sure I could get used to it. After almost 10 years of being here, buying a condo, I love my job and coworkers and love living here, it hurt so much when he said that he couldn't stay, that it was driving him crazy... Should I give Jordan a try?
The explosions in Amman this week didn't make me feel better.... Not that it makes me afraid to go there...I have in places while wars were going on and as much as I hate violence, it isn't something that would scare me enough so I wouldn't want to leave the house... I was so relieved when I called to see where he was and heard that he was safe, visiting a cousin...
Long distance relationships aren't all they're cracked up to be.... but for some reason I've always been somewhat of an incorrigible massochist who is always drawn to things that are anything but simple...
Enough babbling for now as I'm sure this will seem like a bunch of crap for anyone who decides to read it...
Cheers,
Beti

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