Wednesday’s Decemberists concert was a prettygood time. There were a lot of people, and it was rainy-ish, so Paige and I parked ourselves on a blanket under a bunch of trees. We couldn’t see the stage, but lying in the park under a tree listening to live music was a wonderful way to spend two hours. And I learned a little more French. She is making it a goal to teach me French, you know, in case we do indeed leave the country and Scotland doesn’t pan out.
Key French phrases I can now say (but not spell, or I’d include them):
– “I am hungry.”
– “They are bad frisbee players.”
– “That guy in the green shirt is hot.”
Currently reading: “A Confederacy of Dunces,” by John Kennedy Toole. However, once Harry Potter 7 arrives at my doorstep, courtesy of Amazon.com, I’m gonna have to temporarily switch reading material. Fair warning: should you post a spoiler, I will spam you.