Hello mon petite papillon,
Quelque fois, je pense du Madam McClellan. Je record un jour, le garcon et l'enfant d'elle avez arrivee dans le lycee. Sa garcon, il est noir.
J'ai pensee q'elles sont tres belles: tous le famille.
I really haven't spoken french since high school, I hope all that is put-together-able.
But I have recently watched two movies , Paris Je t'aime and The Diving Bell et le Papillon.
I don't even know what the diving bell is in English, much less French, so...
Anyway, I harbor dreams that I will still someday have a need to learn the lovely language.
I think you would like both movies very much. I especially hope you see and love Paris Je t'aime,
(or was it Je t'aime Paris? Je ne sais pas)
I went through some hard days, aching with all my body and soul that I wasn't in Africa.
Doing better now though, really its just about choosing to believe that I am in the right place.
Nothing new, I suppose.
Elias is doing wonderful, we are healthy, I can't complain, never could,
Tino is in Dar es Salaam, and trying to get things processed. Maybe we will have some news before the end of the month.
Things take time, so I am not sure who will make it here first.
Everyone seems ready for me to give birth but I am not.
Of course, all will be updated as soon as there is news to tell.
My sweet,
how are you?
I am glad you are warm inside. Is winter more bearable now?
How are your days?
Sometimes I want to send you boxes of Cheez-its, in little portion sized packages, of course.
The Diving Bell movie tonight said something about the dangers of believing in personal miracles. It makes you self important.
I am an egoist. I notice it in how many sentences I begin using the word "I" when I write.
I find myself looking for personal miracles to confirm my existence and every action. My need for self importance....
A sign of weakness I guess? Is it the crutch the comes in later years to replace religion that I accused of a playing the crutch role when I was very young?
God, miracles, self/Self. No difference, just a continuity of opinion, or semantics that makes us more comfortable with ourselves as the years go on. And makes others more comfortable with us, as we can be understood.
My life is finding new color with miracles....
And finding patience....
and the internet...
Once upon a time, I thought of everyone I met, everyone in the world, as a competitor. I mean, I couldn't know of someone without comparing myself negatively to them.
That is the worst kind of egotism, and I gladly exchange it for a new one, no matter how much an indication of my continued weakness.
If it is.
Whatever.
Bon soir mon chou-chou.
PS I heard today that in Barak Obama's first book, he had to choose to be Black, raised by his white mother, and is 50/50.
