Tuesday, February 20, 2007 5:02:00 AM
My parents sent me to the UK for 3 weeks, one summer, when I was 10. I stayed at the Carvers', in Frome, not far from Bristol and Bath.
I don't know why, but today I was reminded of watching TV during a weekend afternoon with their daughter, who was 13 years old. A soap opera was on and I was struggling (and quite failing) to understand what was going on.
I thought I had figured out the main female character was in early pregnancy. At this point I was barely paying attention to the show. I was looking for ways to speak to my companion. So I was rehearsing my side of the conversation, over and over.
Is she waiting for a baby?
That was the translation of "elle attend un bébé?", which is the French for "is she pregnant?", which I had never learnt to say.
And I rehearsed it (and other variations) for so long that eventually, it wasn't worth saying anymore.
I had been concerned not only with the language barrier --I suspected my words weren't right--, but also it was difficult for me to initiate the conversation. Yet, I wanted to. I didn't.
I am not sure whether I wanted to find out if the woman was actually expecting, or if I simply wanted to talk.
Wednesday, January 17, 2007 8:08:02 PM
There are precious things that I want close. And others that I need away.
I found that one of these belongs in a small treasure box that is made of glass.
And that it's better kept away from sight.
Saturday, January 6, 2007 12:23:09 PM
I read a beautiful line yesterday on Goatee's weblog:
Watching for the train speeds only my impatience.
Perfect words to illustrate the waiting.
Wednesday, December 27, 2006 2:31:05 PM
In order to add to the confusion, I'm writing this now. (nah, it's not on purpose, really).
On the morning on 24 December I noticed a few questionable things:
- Why are lobsters thawing?
- Why is my brother coming over for dinner tonight?
Later in the day I got a phone call from a friend who was in the area, and we agreed to meet in Grasse for a stroll, maybe a coffee, and generally to catch up. We had some jolly good time and when it was time to split, he said he was almost in a hurry because he had dinner at his uncle's at 9pm and that he'd better not be late for the Christmas dinner.
This is when it all became clear. Eureka-style, but far less glorious.
Tuesday, December 26, 2006 9:06:58 PM
A few reflections that occured to me today:
- merry post-xmas everybody!
- there are two windows of direct sun light in our backyard lately:
a little bit before noon and a little bit around 3 p.m.
- really, I'm a summer creature.
- it's a great loss that James Brown died yesterday.
- the one thing I dislike about the 100 Rolling Papers dispenser
compared to the 50 leaves one, is that when one of the stacks is empty,
the other one has this tendency to move where the other one used to be.
- unsurprisingly, I'm still an ISTJ (I78 S50 T12 J56).
- there are 120653 files in my home directory today.
- my Mum's chocolate mousse and coffee cake is simply *awesome*.