Mamie is here. (Hurray!)
The books are off the floor.
There is the possibility of a dusting of snow.
My language skills are pretty rusty, however.
The French somewhere in the back of my brain is being further mixed up with the Spanish I'm trying to refresh and use at work. And all the rapid-fire code-switching in our house is confusing. Who speaks which language to whom, and when, and how....
And this evening, to make matters more complicated, our close friend and neighbor came by for tea. In Spanish nouns (no French, Mamie's adopted tongue of 60+ years), she was talking to Mamie about a friend who was learning Portuguese (Mamie's first language), and as I tried to translate what she said to Mamie, for some inexplicable reason I was trying to translate into Spanish (Mamie's second language) and she was speaking Portuguese (which I don't speak or comprehend at all) to me....
...and nobody was understanding anybody...
at which point I said to Minou, "I think I need to get up from the table!" and he replied "too bad--please stay here!"
It's laugh or grind my teeth. I'm trying to laugh.