++ I sent Gregory to pick up four items at the store. I wrote a list. I even wrote the list in French. One of the items on the list was ‘céleri’, which doesn’t take a linguistics expert to deduce is ‘celery’ in English. It’s even pronounced similar. Somehow he came home with a leek. One single leek. If someone could explain to me how that happened, I would really appreciate it.
++ I came across this article about Buffalo Soldiers on Slate the other day and got a little misty eyed. My grandmother’s grandfather was in the 9th cavalry and reading about it made my chest puff out a little so I knew that I had to share it with somebody. That somebody happens to be you.
++ Last night Papa and I shelled peas and drank Rosé. And let me tell you, shelling two kilos of peas, gives you lots of time to bond.
++ Today I’m off to a BBQ at Kirsty’s house. Aidan is coming too. It’s going to be great. Sunny 31°C (that’s 92!), sitting poolside sipping Rosé with nonstop English chatter… H E A V E N. At Aidan’s request, I’m making my macaroni salad (tastes like America) and Aidan is making some sort of blueberry dessert for us and brownies for the kids so they don’t get blueberries all over themselves. So then I told her to make enough brownies for Gregory too because I don’t want him covered in blueberries either (it would happen… trust me) but then we remembered that we can just throw him in the pool, so it will be OK. But I bet he eats both anyway.