2. Watching: We've just watched the first season of this on Netflix (all that's available, for the moment). It's available with both French or English subtitling, which doesn't happen too often, and which really pleases me. We watched with the French subtitles, a great way to work on oral comprehension, with the aid of a written crutch. Gorgeous camera-work in this (set in Normandy) and some good writing with strong, interesting characters. A hint of the supernatural, but not too much. And does anyone else ever think that Thierry Lhermitte reminds them of Liam Neeson?
3.New around here: A router. Our old Wifi router was very fussy about anything i. . . .iPads, iPhones. . . and it wasn't happy about Macbooks and their ilk either. This was becoming increasingly annoying, and resolutions were made, er, last summer? to replace it. Finally, three or four months ago, Pater bought a new router. Step the First. . . but then, he considerately argued, he didn't want to interrupt any service while I was still working. I thought my week in Paris would be the perfect time for the magic transformation to occur without me having to be aware of any inevitable cursing and gnashing of teeth. But no, Pater had a few work commitments and was scarcely home during my absence. And when he was, apparently he was more inclined to kayak and work in the yard and sit in the sunshine. . . (yes, I know, probably not fair to point any fingers at all, given that he was doing the installing, but I know my strengths and my limitations).
Anyway, I came home after my dentist appointment Tuesday to find my office in disarray. Cords seemed to be everywhere. Old router was on one side, new router on another, and there were instruction papers scattered about. Useless, according to the muttering I heard. Several grumpy hours ensued, interspersed with genuine cooperation, pulling together to invent and remember passwords, or to read long, impossible-to-transcribe permutations of numbers and letters from the backs of devices into on-screen error-intolerant boxes. Phone calls were made to help centers. I went to bed with Pater taking breaks to watch some game or other, and when I got up in the morning, I found that every device that could go Wifi had gone Wifi. Happily, smoothly, continuously Wifi. And so it's been ever since. I'm very grateful to be married someone so Persistent and Patient (although I'd also be grateful if he were as willing as I am to "just call someone and pay them!").
4. In the garden: Surely you didn't think I'd let this opportunity pass, did you? 'tis the time for foxgloves, and this particular volunteer delighted me with its quiet interruption of So. Much. Green.
And then yesterday evening, I sent the 6-year-old two little videos I'd made: one of a family of Canada geese, knowing she'd find the goslings cute, wondering if she'd recognize the island landmarks from her visits here; the other of the heron nestlings waiting for their parents to return with food -- their huge, huge nests are so cool to see. Her mom soon texted back that N had been really excited, exclaiming that she'd "never seen birds in their nests before" and remarking that the geese had been down by the dock. She knew the spot well.
And then her mom texted this back. It's a list of what Little Girl has planned for her next Spy Adventure Day. We're not to let on, your lips must be sealed, if I tell you, I really should have to . . . well, let's not go there, but she believes she's a "real spy" so Shhhhh. Her mother found this list accidentally, and N doesn't know that her mom knows. . . There was a separate list texted, with Names of those to be spied upon. That's confidential, those names. Eyes Only. But I've got permission from N's mom to share this one. As long, as I say, that we all stay quiet on this. I can trust you right?
So there we are. Five idiosyncratic things on a Friday. I woke at 5:30, got up at 5:40, have been futzing around on my keyboard with this ever since, and it's now 7:18. I'm off for a run now before that "heat wave" sets in. What have you got planned for the day? the weekend?
Or just any comment about anything here that strikes your fancy. . . Or just wave as you click on your busy way. It's all good, as the kids say. . . .