For years, I would spend spare time writing in this blog. Most of it was just stream of conciousness, or talking about something that I'd found interesting. Lately - pretty much starting when I started to take studying French seriously - it seems like I don't write very often. However, the expected outcry hasn't arrived, so I guess that's okay.
Two weeks ago, we had some French friends visit with us. I had been very hyped up about their visit -- I was literally planning in January for their arrival in July. Once they were here, it seemed as if they'd been here before, because they fitted right into our home. Of course, I don't know how they actually felt about it, but they certainly seemed to be having a good time, and I know that we were. I'm a little disappointed that I didn't get to cook as much for them as I had wanted -- between things taking them away, eating out, and travel, we only had about half the meals that I expected to make. (And yes, I had a list of what I wanted to cook, when.) But that was the worst of it. Overall, we're glad that they came.
They did offer to let me stay in their house (they live in a different location during the week). I'm not seriously considering it, because it would be impractical -- but I have to admit that I'm charmed by the thought. As it is, I'm going to France in October to attend a one week total-immersion course on the French language, and then staying for another to visit with some friends - so the thought has occurred to me that staying for another week, or two, would be easy to do. Won't -- but I'll want to.
Daughter's back in school. Always pleased when she is home, but, truthfully, also pleased when she's back in school. Life gets quieter -- even though we do get the occasional email about hey, they're going to have a study abroad in New Zealand, wouldn't that be cool? Yes, it would. You paying?