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velvetpage) wrote2005-03-23 04:26 pm
velvetpage) wrote2005-03-23 04:26 pm
And it continues. . .
Winter, that is. The conditions outside are not pleasant, especially after yesterday's sun.
There's a French proverb I was taught by my host mom about this time eleven years ago:
Mois d'avril, ne quitte pas un fil.
Mois de mai, fais ce qui te plait!
Loosely translated, it means don't start shedding layers of clothing until May. I've just been unpleasantly reminded that it's not even April yet, let alone May, and Canadian weather is even more chancy than French weather at this time of year. I mean, the cherry blossoms will be out in Paris within two weeks.
Now why on earth would that thought make me homesick? I've never lived in Paris.
In any case, I walked over to the mall supermarket and bought my one kilogram of cheese, my garlic, and my bottle of chardonnay (they have a wine kiosk in the supermarket - very handy.) They didn't have any kirsch at the kiosk, though, so I'll have to find a way to pick that up tomorrow. I also didn't buy any bread yet.
Then I came home, on the bus. When I got here, I put on the kettle for tea, changed into fleece after-work lounging clothes, blow-dried my hair, and am now sitting bundled in an afghan in front of the computer, sipping properly-made tea with just a smidgin of milk in it, so as not to cool it down too much. Yesterday, my after-work wear included a ratty old t-shirt. Brr.
There's a French proverb I was taught by my host mom about this time eleven years ago:
Mois d'avril, ne quitte pas un fil.
Mois de mai, fais ce qui te plait!
Loosely translated, it means don't start shedding layers of clothing until May. I've just been unpleasantly reminded that it's not even April yet, let alone May, and Canadian weather is even more chancy than French weather at this time of year. I mean, the cherry blossoms will be out in Paris within two weeks.
Now why on earth would that thought make me homesick? I've never lived in Paris.
In any case, I walked over to the mall supermarket and bought my one kilogram of cheese, my garlic, and my bottle of chardonnay (they have a wine kiosk in the supermarket - very handy.) They didn't have any kirsch at the kiosk, though, so I'll have to find a way to pick that up tomorrow. I also didn't buy any bread yet.
Then I came home, on the bus. When I got here, I put on the kettle for tea, changed into fleece after-work lounging clothes, blow-dried my hair, and am now sitting bundled in an afghan in front of the computer, sipping properly-made tea with just a smidgin of milk in it, so as not to cool it down too much. Yesterday, my after-work wear included a ratty old t-shirt. Brr.
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