It is a very special corner. I feel I am surrounded by the muses that maybe have been knocking on my Florida door recently. I really do need some inspiration, because the well is running dangerously low. As you can tell, I am writing about nothing much. Can you tell I am just making time to see if my sleepy neurons come to my aid and help to make this a decent post for the weekend.
Trying hard as I am doing right now, nothing is happening. Maybe the probability is that I have NOT studied my French lessons all week and now cramming time has come. My French is getting mixed with my English, Spanish and the silent language of stress speaks.
I have questions for the teacher, but I am embarrassed to email her so late to do that. My sister told me to tell the teacher that I didn’t have time to study and just leave at that.
Can you imagine an old woman, who voluntarily went and paid some good money to learn how to speak one of the most romantic languages in the world, would look to this young teacher. Probably I will lose all credibility and respect. I may have to stay late tonight and tomorrow night conversing with myself in French. Parlez vous Francais? The verb du jour is parler. Je m’appelle ________. At least I know how to say…my name is___________. You should be so happy, because you are learning French with me.
Blessed dear muses…welcome back, if even for just one second.
353 words…So it was today…15 September, 2011…making it by a thread.
Have a lovely weekend! I will be back on Monday, if I make it through my French class.
Your Happy Contessa
“The crisis of yesterday is the joke of tomorrow.” H.G. Wells, English author, better known for his works in the field of science fiction. 21 September, 1866 – 13 August, 1946.