Today, I can't travel to my lessons, the trains are down. So life begins again! Because life isn't all about work, although it looks like it way too often.
So this is what I'm doing on a such an unusual day: taking pictures (send them to: papa, soeur, not maman, because maman has said 'no' to technology, and that includes mobile phones)*, ringing family, being dad's geek on the phone - I'm his helpine, and I'm no geek - reading a few 'Le Nouvel Observateur' articles from my October issue, Facebook talking with friends in Switzerland and New Zealand.
The first didn't have a busy day at her office job and talked about her move to London in the next few years, and the second one was finishing her 'mum of two' day on the other side of the world. With both, we ended up talking about languages: with the latter, her oldest is bilingual, mixes languages and makes very funny sentences with bits of French and English. With S, it was about Québécois, Swiss and French expressions, art, love and the future.
With N, we also talked about her other-half progress in French. Not an easy task for our boyfriend to learn such a language!
Snow gets people talking, it's unusual, pretty and peaceful. It forces us to stop and contemplate.
It makes strangers talk in the trains, stations, near snowmen.
There is always the one living in 20°C temperatures who sends her compassion because, where she is, it's 25°C. Well, I'm happy to be with the snow to be honest, it's a lot rarer than 25°C! We will get this next year. It's something to look forward to. Like snow in November, how cool is this?
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