Laisse Tomber Les Filles

I know I haven't blogged in ages, even if you count the unhappy post I sent down the memory hole last week it's still been at least a week. Annoyingly, I did actually write an update when I was at work today -- I don't have internet access, so I wrote it in notepad and then emailed it to my Gmail account. This evening tho, it's not there, so maybe I got my email address wrong or maybe it's lost in the ether somewhere.

Either way, the post was about how I got in trouble with the police yesterday when I was out delivering meals. I didn't see a "no entry" sign, and drove into a one-way street. If my post ever turns up, I'll put the full story up here. But despite one of my police sergeant friend's reassurances that if I was going to get into any formal trouble, they would have taken my details or given me a form at the time, I won't relax about it for a while yet. Not least because I was driving my magistrate father's car at the time... Where the hell was my good karma? I'm trying to do some work for charity, and I get in trouble with the law? What the hell? Alternatively, if nothing comes of it that will be my good karma.

In other news...there isn't much else to say. I have a date at the end of the week with someone who answered a personal ad of mine late last year, and in a break with tradition wasn't put off when she saw my picture. She doesn't yet know that I still live at home, though. Anyway, we've been emailing for a while until it's got to a point where I think she had to ask if we were just going to be email buddies or actually meet sometime. Those weren't her exact words. Anyway, it should be fun -- I'm going into it with zero expectations.

To muddy the waters somewhat, I had a conversation with Lyndsay last week that I think was best summed up by her question "Are you asking me if I'm in love with you?". For the record, that wasn't what I was asking -- I was asking if she meant it when she said je t'aime aussi, not how she meant it. As ever, nothing further will happen there, because I seriously doubt we will be in a position to meet each other. Maybe I have missed out on chances before in almost similar situations because I let my concept of distance get in the way. Then again, maybe I didn't. But this time, I think it will be better for us both if I continue to write about her about once every six months, and we both date other people and whatever else. I make it into a far bigger thing than it really is.

To keep the fragmented nature of this post going, I am going to mention a great book I am reading called Toujours Tingo -- a great book to dip into when you have spare moments. I have learned many great phrases, it seems the Japanese have a beautiful poetry to their language; for example the phrase kuchi ga samishii means to eat when you don't need to, for the sake of it, or out of boredom -- but literally it means "my mouth is lonely". Other cultures have words that make you wonder -- do these things happen so often a word is needed? Like, with the Cheyenne word Momá’kó’éné, which means "to have red eyes from crying because one's boyfriend is getting married to someone else". To continue on such a theme, I love the Italian word "Gattara" for a woman, often old and lonely, who devotes herself to stray cats.

In closing this evening, it's been forever since I did a Musical Monday post -- and though today won't really count, I have to share this song. Some of you fine readers might already be familiar with the April March song Chick Habit -- but you might not be aware that she records in French as well as in English, and the song is a translation of a much older song Laisse Tomber Les Filles (click the title to play the song).

See? This post had a theme after all! Girls, and other languages! Am I incredibly sad that I like to play this song back-to-back, like four or five times in a row before I get bored?