Sitting in the sun, listening to Owl City and bronzing up in the gentle breeze seems like the perfect time to catch up on my blogging. I have a myriad of funny moments to chronicle, but first, I must first commence this blog by declaring unto you the good news which has illuminated my next weeks/months with the joyousness of its tidings. My soul rejoices and my heart is made glad.
OWL CITY IS RELEASING ANOTHER ALBUM!
Let’s hear it for the Universe,
Where it never hurts,
Diving in head-first.
Take a taste of the melting Milky Way.
And remember to laugh ’cause you’re living in a crazy world,
Where you’ll never guess what could happen next.
Give the outer limits my regards as you float to fly away.
In the back of the car. Parents arguing in German.
Papa: When you go back to Canada, you can take her with you.
me: OUIIIIIIIIIIII! (resounding yes)
Parents: chuckle. (endeared, presumably)
helping brother with English homework.
frere: (reading) Andy yells lewdly, “MARY!”
me: no, lOUDly like lou as in cow… no explanation granted.
Walking through the vineyards with Papa and Frere. Overlooking the stunning two castles of Sion, Valere and Tourbillon.
Frere: I have a joke for you.
Papa: no, just no…
Me: It can’t be that bad, tell it to me!
Frere: Sion, without Valere and Tourbillon–
Papa: just stop!
[a lot of french ensues here. There’s many ways to say the same thing. I was completely unaware of the meaning intended. Brother is running out of steam.]
Frere: Dad you explain it!
Papa: No. Absolutely not. Not at all.
Sion, without the Chateau du Valere, and the Chateau Tourbillon, is like a woman without two of her saleable assets. That was a joke which really scraped its chin on the ground.
Humanity is dense enough to need the obvious pointed out. Thank you, Yann Martel:
“These people fail to realize that it is on the inside that God must be defended, not on the outside. They should direct their anger at themselves. For evil in the open is but evil from within that has been let out. The main battlefield for good is not the open ground of the public arena but the small clearing of each heart.”
“…fear. It is life’s only true opponent.”
For the life of me, I don’t understand dads. Where in the world do they get their stamina? They just keep running and running. The show must go on. Here, my family’s dad leaves for work at 5 in the morning, gets home at 5, runs for an hour around the “hill” i.e. mini mountain for an hour, then cooks dinner, cleans it up, then watches tv and unwinds and goes to sleep at 9. Repeat process. He’s training up for some sort of marathon/triathlon/I’m-a-swiss-man-of-the-mountians-thlon… The whole thing is in the mountains, up and down the sides and everything. It’s the longest mountain ridge of the alps which he’ll be circling.