Easy like Sunday mornin'...

[rebecca_in_blue]

Marlene and Heather went to Paris last weekend, and Nakeisha went to visit some Jamaican friends, so Sarah and I were pretty much by ourselves. On Friday evening I went into town to do a little shopping just as the sun was setting. All the lights in town were coming on, and all the French people were out shopping or heading home with a long baguette sticking out of their grocery bags. A few Christmas decorations were up in the centre-ville, and lots of stores had shiny window displays, including the bakery, which had a little Christmas village set up in one window and tinsel-trimmed rows of pastries and chocolates in the other (you know which window I liked best). Nathalie says that there will be a lot more Christmas decorations in the centre-ville soon.

Saturday was sunny, so I decided to finally go for a ride on the bike Nathalie gave us. It was a little difficult at first, because this one is a racing bike and mine is a cruiser bike, and I hadn’t ridden a bike since August. The seat was as hard as a rock (my butt is still sore, I am not kidding) and the handlebars were tiny, which made steering difficult, but I rode all the way to McDonald’s and back and only stopped to use my inhaler once. It’s a 35-minute walk to McDonald’s, but it only took about 15 minutes on the bike, and it was a lot warmer, since I got my blood pumping. On Saturday night Sarah and I simultaneously logged into Google Mail (her in Chinese, me in English) and chatted with our siblings (her with her brother, me with my sister). Then we realized what we were doing and laughed.

I spent Sunday cleaning. It was my turn to clean the kitchen and my and Heather’s bathroom. Then I cleaned my room – and it sure needed it, I think that was the messiest it’s been since I got here – and took my clothes to laundromat, where I read two more chapters of L’Idée géniale de Kristy while they washed.

Work went very well today. My classes spoke English well! often! without me having to prompt them! And as bonus good news — hell, as the best news of all — I have finally, officially figured out how to post YouTube videos in France!

My ears are both 6.5 centimeters tall from top to bottom.

Comments

[makebeliever.livejournal.com]

Dammit, we need a bakery in this town with a Christmas village in the window! I'm so jealous. It reminds me of Chocolat, at the end where the mayor guy passed out in the window after eating all the candy. That's totally what I would do! I have to say this: "where I read two more chapters of L’Idée géniale de Kristy while they washed" made me so happy! My boo! You know in Stoneybrook they had a candy store with an elaborate display window too. Just one more reason why I wanted to (okay, I still want to) live there.

I'm glad your classes are talking more. I knew it would happen eventually. I am sitting at the computer with a blanket over my legs and Sable is lying at my feet. Silly dog.

[rebecca-in-blue.livejournal.com]

I went by that bakery again today, they've changed the display. Now it's a nativity scene instead of a Christmas village. They also hung a big paper Santa Claus in the window above the bakery, which you can see from several blocks away.

[(Anonymous)]

So glad your classes are responding to you. You are an excellent listener, that helps, you know how some people are just waiting for you to shut up so they can say something and you can tell they are just thinking about what to say while you are talking and then there is the listener,who is actually pondering what you are saying and then they respond you I think are the listener which every talker prefers. What is this about the length of your ears? did you measure your ears ? and Why ?

[rebecca-in-blue.livejournal.com]

My mom called me and asked me to measure the length of my ears and post it here. Why, I have no idea. I got Nakeisha to measure them for me.

[(Anonymous)]

that was me, aunt connie that just wrote about the listening and the ear length. I don't think I would measure my ears, I never cared for them they sorta curl at the end, I don't care for my lobes and I am afraid they will get long and droopy when I get old. Hopefully I will die before my earlopes reach my shoulders, I think that would be dreadful although it wouldn't be as bad as having your bladder fall out of your vagina, that is my absolute biggest fear, old ladies keep telling me about this for some reason and it just scares the hell out of me. all for now, love aunt connie