I would like to share my absence in the penultimate over. I was indisposed. I wonder if I’ll be punished for it.
The student who wrote this is a very near beginner. That he chose to write me in English is endearing; that he used Google Translate or some other online dictionary to do so is unsurprising; that somehow a cricket metaphor (he’s bowled his last over!) got in there is entirely perplexing.
to get extremely critical of complete strangers’ YouTube Christmas playlists.
[name only my parents call me that is not exactly my name]* - you and Paul need to pick out two movies you would want to see when you’re in Houston. That way, Mom and I will know to not see them ahead of time.**
FYI, we’ve seen Gravity in 3D, but it’s so good we would be willing to see it again. We’ve also seen Nebraska. It’s interesting, but too downbeat to see twice.
If you want to rank the top five movies you want to see, that would work too.***
Let us know.
*When I was working as a camp counselor, my Mom called and left a message for me on the camp answering machine, and all the other counselors heard it and one night at dinner all said in unison, “Hi [name only my parents call me that is not exactly my name].”
**I’m not going be in Houston for another couple of weeks. Carefully planning things in advance is not a trait I have inherited, unfortunately.
***My dad has subscribed to Entertainment Weekly for I think over ten years now. He reads it cover to cover each week because it is, he loves to remind us, chock full of news.
We’re back home from our Thanksgiving weekend. As always, it went by so fast - of course, the fact that we’re in France and it’s not a holiday so we had to work on Thursday and Friday does kind of explain that. I really love Thanksgiving so much, and the group of friends we celebrate with every year. It’s not something I get homesick for; since 1995 I’ve been with my family on Thanksgiving exactly twice, and I’m pretty ok with that. But just the idea of being around people, that we all come together for the sole purpose of all coming together, some of us coming from far away lands (like is Scotland even a real place?), choosing to stay cooped up in someone’s apartment to cook and eat and drink and not sleep and not actually ‘do’ anything but hang out together, and run to the store to get more butter, because yeah we’re going to put more butter in that, just fills me up with happiness. We had turkey and stuffing and sweet potatoes and pumpkin pie and I didn’t actually go to bed until 4 am last night and I was not the last one up, oh no, and then I had french toast and eggs and leftover stuffing and pie for brunch and then there were five of us in the car on the way back to Toulouse with no radio so we played 20 questions and explained the cow game and other car games to the French, New Zealander, and Turkish passengers who I guess just rode just quietly and patiently in cars as children. And now it’s over and I’m already thinking about next year, maybe we’ll meet up in Bordeaux, and the Christmas lights are up in the streets, and I already miss everybody, and I should really get to bed because I haven’t had eight hours of sleep in a night in kind of a while and I teach tomorrow at 8am.
I hope everybody had a nice Thanksgiving.
High: Current events based verb tense lessons. Does Rob Ford drink? Yes, he drinks. Is he drinking now? No, he’s not. Rob Ford has smoked crack, but he doesn’t smoke crack. Says Rob Ford.
Low: In September, we were robbed, and among the many things stolen was my carte de séjour. My beautiful, cherished residence card, which I only got in 2012 after years of rejection and delays, and which meant I could stay in France (and out of the prefecture) until 2022. Earlier this month I had my appointment to replace it (and here I’ll note that getting that appointment required waiting in line for over two hours). As I hand over all the forms and photocopies, the woman stops typing and frowns. The short version of what happened next is that because of changes to the interpretation of the law, the 10 year card I had no longer exists, and is no longer in the computer, and therefore I can’t get my stolen one replaced. A part of my brain thought “let’s reflect on how material possessions are fleeting, and the only permanence is life’s impermanence,” while the other part of my brain thought “do not start crying right here in the prefecture, do not cry in public, do not cry in public.” I have a four month temporary card. I have since waited in lines in various administrative buildings, and I might have worked something out, but seeing as the moral of this story is There Are No Certainties, I’ll just have to wait and see.
High: I wore my winter coat for the first time this season a few days ago and there was a piece of candy in the pocket.