08h00: I get to wake up and check my e-mail. I usually have an e-mail or two and at least one Facebook notification. The best e-mails are the surprise ones, from people sending a quick note just to say hello. I need to do that more often myself.
10h00: On Sunday mornings at ten, I go to church and see all of the little old French ladies who squeeze me and call me “ma grande”.
12h00: Lunch. If I’m at school, I get a tomato-and-mozzarella sandwich. If they have soup, though, the sandwich is quickly and easily forgotten. That man makes a killer French onion soup.
13h00: People in the States are up and about and I can usually chat with Mom for half-an-hour or so. We say silly things to make each other laugh and then we talk about how great our men are. She encourages me to take on one thing at a time and not to look for more things to worry about, which is really helpful advice when planning a wedding. I always leave our conversations thinking about how much I love my mother.
18h00 – 22h00: I get to chat or video chat with various people (mostly Alexander). Google video, Skype, Gizmo5, and Eyeball Chat get a lot of use chez moi. I’m usually on the computer for these hours; I try to make myself available to talk. We have dinner at about 17h30, though, so I take a break then.
My time spent on the computer is focused on communicating with people in the States. The rest of the day is all about French, and my poor brain is still having a hard time making the switch from French to English and then back again. So if I say a word that makes no sense at all (“discoveraties” for example), bear with me, will you? It’s tough being stuck between two continents and two languages.
About your times:
08h00: Just a comment to say ‘Hi’.
10h00: Are these the same French ladies that come up to your belly button?
12h00: Isn’t it redundant to say a French man made French Onion Soup? Didn’t he have to do that?
13h00: Yes, I usually am up by then… and I love your mother too!
18h00 – 22h00: I don’t get to video chat with you enough!
00h00 – 24h00: My favorite time is not relegated to a specific hour of the clock. It is when God breaks through and I see/understand Him despite myself! It happens rarely but just enough to propel me on. Usually it is a combinaton of intellectual understanding of “Who he is/who I am” and deep emotion that make me unable to talk.
And lastly-
I don’t have the language/continent problem and still have difficulteries communicating with folks.
Thanks for commenting, Dad! :)
Yes, the ladies are extremely short. Yes, the chef is French. According to him, it’s just “onion soup”. I’m pretty sure he would think it’s weird that I call it “French onion soup”.
Also, difficulteries is my favorite new word.
your mom IS the best. oh how i miss her weekly advise.
hullo Kelly!
I have a culinary question: on the cosmic scale from gelatinous translucence to briccolo solidity, where does the soup fall?
Burning LAVA hot. But it wasn’t watery at all. I would guess from the flavor and consistency that it would cool down into a near-gelatin.
Funny thing, until a few years ago, a gelatinous soup would have freaked me out. Now a non-gelatinous soup just seems wrong.