(Photographs on this blog by Corey Amaro unless stated otherwise.)
Why doesn't French Husband speak French to me? Really after twenty four years you would think he would… and if he can say to me, "Rubber Beer" for Root Beer, "Bob Lights" for Light Bulbs, and "F-ck" for Fork, I should be able to attempt the same faux pas with him.
(Our good friend, Philippe a few summers ago remember him?)
Our good friend Philippe, came to dinner last night. I was in the other room when I heard him whisper to French Husband, "Do you ever speak French to Corey?"
I heard French Husband clear his throat, I could hear his brain twist and turn thinking how he was going to answer that one, then he began, "Well, actually…" and before he could utter another word I shouted out for him, "NO HE DOES NOT…EVER!" because I am impulsive like that.
Our friend laughed and laughed, in which case I asked, "What is funny? Nothing Funny here. French Husband is tête tu, incapable, to speak French with me! UUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRgh!!"
And our friend laughed harder and mustered, "Oh la la! Chaud, tres chaud!" And I added, "Pas chaud…. Bouillant!"
French Husband remained silent with a boyish grin, that didn't melt my heart.
Our friend, seeing he had put his foot dans une situation delicate, offered, "Alors, Corey if you spoke French to Yann, well then my English would not improve, as I wouldn't have anyone to practice my English with…."
"Traître!" I teased.
After which we sat around the kitchen table and had dinner.
We spoke at length about the elections, vacations, work, love and why the two of them do not speak French to me…
Yann spoke French to our friend,
Our friend spoke English to me,
They spoke French to each other
I spoke Franglaise to them, comme d'habitude.
Life is never dull.
Life is full of surprises.
Life calls you in many ways–
as my Father use to say, "Though, hopefully not late for dinner…"
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Jeudi, Vendredi, Samedi
Brocante day, ce soir ou jamais…..
Does it matter how you sing it?
I guess it only matters if you don't understand.
Notes (Click on the following links to read more…)
Are you there God? Did you ever read this book when you were a pre teen?
Listening. Silence as a voice.
Photo Source Flickr: Jenni Penni 'its raining hearts'
"A parable about why human beings have two ears but only one tongue. Why is this? Probably so that we have to listen twice as much as we speak." Henning Mankell
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