october 27
outside my window...gray skies, rain and wind. Red and gold leaves fluttering to the ground like so much snow.
I am wearing...a Halloween costume. Ensign Coyan from the Federation Alliance.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Czechoslovakia
I am reading... "The Night Eternal" by Guillermo del Toro and Chuck Hogan
http://www.harpercollins.co.uk/Titles/40537/the-night-eternal-guillermo-del-toro-chuck-hogan-9780007319527
I am thinking..
I am creating...new habits. Reading to my girls by the fire each evening. Now we are reading the Little House on the Prairie series. Reading from the Psalms and praying with the girls in my bed before we tuck them in.
I am hoping and praying...for clarity when big decisions need to be made, for our friends to see God as their God, Jesus as their Saviour and Friend and for my daughters to love God with all their heart, soul, and mind.
I am learning...French again. I am reading through my Grandfather's book "Ma Belle Époque". Tomas is helping me to read aloud, pronounce things correctly, comprehend evrything and to get over my shyness to speak. There was, in the first chapter, a part that stumped even Tomas. Papa was describing how his childhood friend was a celebrated horseman and people would gasp and scream when he rode into town...naked. That's what is written. Tomas was laughing out loud. I suggested that "a cheval a poil" means riding bareback, but Tomas said that you wouldn't say it this way. To him it read like something from Lady Godiva.
"You live a new life for every new language you speak."
Czech proverb
Around the house...washers and dryers piled up like we are opening our own appliance store or are setting up a shrine in honour of Sanford and Son. Our washer has kicked the bucket. We know this now as yesterday sparks and smoke and, I believe, the rest of our Earth's ozone came forth during its final spin cycle. And it knocked out all of our electricity for a while.
Coming home from work I discovered a dryer in our entry hall, a washer in our backyard (oh, how the neighbours just love that) and a borrowed washer dancing around our mudroom. It is so old and stupid that it doesn't know to sit still when it is washing clothes. Instead it moves halfway across the room. I literally thought Dan was moving it around. He inquired of me late last night if I had moved the washer way the heck over to the other side of the room and we deduced that it is trying to escape.
One of my favourite things...collecting kindling in the forest. We each grab a basket and pick up every nice branch, twig and bit of bark we can find and haul them home for kindling. We have to do this a few time before the snow comes.
On the calendar for the week...
A picture thought..
In Québec to ride 'a cheval a poil' is horseback. Any language changes when it is used for hundreds of years away from the original. Just so you know.
ReplyDeletecorrection: means "bareback". sorry.
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