Tout à Coup



(photo by K. G. )

“All of a sudden” is a great phrase to know.  This week in French, I learned some new phrases.  Phrases that people say, but they don’t teach you in French class.

“Grasse-matinée,” a fat morning was fun.  This came up because the kids are on vacation.  In England, they call it a “lay in” or “lie in”  ( I’ll let you work out the correct google terminology ).  I was trying to convey the American equivalent, but came up short.  American’s don’t lay in much.  They get up and get to work.  But I do remember, back when I was a teen, I would “sleep in” during a week of vacation.  So perhaps, that would work.

I’m very happy to report that I no longer speak in the past tense when I mean the present tense.  Also, through crazy Lego video thingies, I stumbled upon this video about learning French which I found most amusing.

Le Temps C’est de la Merde

the great wind

It’s pretty rough out there. The weather is shit. I feel like cuddling up and watching the Olympic ladies’ halfpipe pondering about when to refer to it as “ladies'” and when to refer to it as “women’s” halfpipe. Oh but the kids are on vacation, so there’s no blobbing to be had around here. Cows need moving. Meals need making. House and home need to make progress and not regress into some crazy, messy place.

If you look closely, you can see the cows grazing as though there is no wind or rain. They have the trees which help with rough weather, but really, they seem to not be bothered.   Brent tagged Joe Cool today.  It’s nice to understand how fertile some of these cows are. 

the great wind

Practical Life: Eggs Pierced With A Sharp Needle Gently Chucked in Rapidly Boiling Water

As much as I would love to plan an activity for the children,  I mostly ignore and unblock.  I feel like I was raised this way.   I feel like I was mostly left to myself, encouraged and unblocked.  Thank you, Mom!  And look how I turned out.  Crazy farmer’s wife herding cattle, selling beef, raising four kids with my husband in France.  Not so bad, really.  Or should I have been a banker?  I don’t know.  But I do know that three minutes and fifty-four seconds of Bruno Mars and my three-year-old dancing in the kitchen … sorry … jumping in the kitchen will support the non-banker option.  OOO!

DSC_3301Lucy pierced the blunt side of the egg with a super, sharp needle.  After, she gently lowered the beauties with a slotted spoon in boiling water.  There they rest for six minutes.  This was “goûter.”   A snack before dinner.  Her idea.  I helped a bit with the needle, but not that much because my thumb is swollen from a knife puncture trying to recover a kite in a little tin box that wasn’t there.

And on to the Zélie bounce …