Wind and rain

While having breakfast at Denny's on Thanksgiving morning, Erika was amusing Jackson by blowing at him through a straw. He would raise his face and say "Ooo, wind". Then she did it again and he said "Ooo, wind". The next time he said "Ooo, that one was rain".

Sleepless nights

My recent trip to California has done a number on my jet lagged sleeping clock. I finally took a double dose of diphenhydremene last night and I slept very well. However there were all those other sleepless nights, like the one at the casino. If my body worked better I would have just gone back down to the casino and played till I got sleepy. But getting up and getting dressed (including shoes and socks) and walking to the elevator and then all the way down the hall to the casino; it all seemed like too much trouble.

So I spent the time translating nursery rhymes into French. The A B C song was pretty easy. After singing the alphabet in French I added:
Nous chanton les A B C
Prochaine fois voulez vous chantez.

Next I did Bah Bah Black Sheep but the French word for Sheep eluded me so I worked around it. I really needed it to be two sylables for it to work properly and yesterday I looked it up (keep in mind that my French/English dictionary is smaller than my IPod) and it is Mouton. Works well:

Mouton noir, avez vous de leine
Oui, monsieur, j'ai trois sac plein
Une pour moi
Une pour vous
Une pour les enfents qui reste chez nous
Mouton noir, avez voud de leine
Oui, monsieur, j'ai trois sac plein.

Absentee

I voted my absentee ballot before I left for California in October. Now I have been back for a few days and inundated with negative campaign ads on TV and found out all the bad things that have been done by the people I voted for. In their defense, their opponents are not any better.

No wonder people don't bother voting.

Letter from Aunt Julia

I got a call from Elise today telling me about a letter she received from Aunt Julia. Julia had written it in English and I think Elise had more trouble understanding it than if she had just written in French.

But the sad news was that Marie Clair passed away on 9/25. The way Julia put it was that Marie Clair started her journey to heaven on September 25th. She has finished her purgetory here on earth.

Marie Clair was the youngest of Grandpa Beauregard's sisters and suffered an anurism many years ago and has been living semi-vegitatively ever since.

Monique had a minor cerebral hemorage and is doing fairly well. She was at the hospital in Ste Hyasinthe (sp) but now she is at home with Mirielle who looks after her.

Julia herself and Aunt Alfreda are doing fine. They live in the same housing complex and are great company for each other.

I want to slap his face

Yes I do. The guy that put a bomb in his shoe. They should make him stand at the end of a security check-in line so that everybody going through that has to remove their shoes can slap his face.

That part of security check in can usually reduce me to tears. On a good day I can take off and put on my own shoes and socks but I need to sit on a bed or a couch to do it. Not standing up and not sitting in a straight chair and certainly not in a wheelchair.

I would never have thought 10 years ago that so much agility would be needed for such a basic operation

Hard to Blog

I found out that it is just as hard to blog when your life is full and exciting as when it is dull and boring.

So many things I thought I would blog about on my trip but before I got to the blogging point those things were old and new things were happening.

Anyways I'm home now. It is very quiet here. There is no little girl pointing her finger and saying "Doh". I miss her. I miss the big people too. Dog, not so much.