Things that I sorta knew would happen…

but still seem strange.

  1. our youngest using “Oh la la” – and in a totally non-ironic, not satirical manner
  2. my kids not only correcting my pronunciation in French, but actually being unable to not laugh at it
  3. hearing the kids yell “the German’s are coming!” when they were playing outside and heard a siren

Things that I sorta knew would happen…

but still seem strange.

  1. our youngest using “Oh la la” – and in a totally non-ironic, not satirical manner
  2. my kids not only correcting my pronunciation in French, but actually being unable to not laugh at it
  3. hearing the kids yell “the German’s are coming!” when they were playing outside and heard a siren

I’ve had an Epiphany

Well, perhaps not an epiphany but we have celebrated the traditional festival of Epiphany (as in the Christian festival that is meant to recall Jesus Epiphany – becoming known/ manifested to the non-Jewish world through the three Magi – the “King’s” who came from ‘the East’  outside of Israel) – where the French (based on their Roman Catholic past) celebrate with a fantastic cake called the Galette des Rois.

No matter what – it’s hard to argue with layers of pastry that are filled with an almond paste – and in some cases – basically dripping with butter.  Now that’s a celebration that I can really get behind.  We’ve had three so far – not that anyone’s counting.

Part of the tradition is that there is a  small fève – a ‘prize’- hidden in the Galette somewhere – and whoever gets it, is the King! Anytime you buy a Galette des Rois  you get a paper crown to go with it so that there is no confusion as to who the royalty is among you. The best part is of course that the finding of  the fève is what all children find the really interesting part – and since you are going to bury something in a cake that will be eaten by children what else would you make it from, other than – that’s right – porcelain.  I’m going to assume that there is a significant national spike in the treatment of pediatric mouth/throat lacerations that coincides with this particular tradition.

I’ve had an Epiphany



Well, perhaps not an epiphany but we have celebrated the traditional festival of Epiphany (as in the Christian festival that is meant to recall Jesus Epiphany – becoming known/ manifested to the non-Jewish world through the three Magi – the “King’s” who came from ‘the East’  outside of Israel) – where the French (based on their Roman Catholic past) celebrate with a fantastic cake called the Galette des Rois.

No matter what – it’s hard to argue with layers of pastry that are filled with an almond paste – and in some cases – basically dripping with butter.  Now that’s a celebration that I can really get behind.  We’ve had three so far – not that anyone’s counting.

Part of the tradition is that there is a  small fève – a ‘prize’- hidden in the Galette somewhere – and whoever gets it, is the King! Anytime you buy a Galette des Rois  you get a paper crown to go with it so that there is no confusion as to who the royalty is among you. The best part is of course that the finding of  the fève is what all children find the really interesting part – and since you are going to bury something in a cake that will be eaten by children what else would you make it from, other than – that’s right – porcelain.  I’m going to assume that there is a significant national spike in the treatment of pediatric mouth/throat lacerations that coincides with this particular tradition.

Doing Fine

Just wanted to let you all know that I am still doing fine, am feeling just bruised and sore – as if i had a bad fall on my bike or something. 

The day it happend  our neighbour told Susan that  she had seen almost this exact same thing when she was first practicing as a doctor. It was a young man who presented with extreme chest pain, shortness of breath etc. so she rushed him to the hospital suspecting a heart attack. Turns out it was the same thing – and intercostal muscular spasm.  This man however was our village garbage-collector, so they assumed he had pulled it somehow in his work. Then today she said she was speaking with another doctor who had experienced the same thing, but it was a young man who ran his own business, was sitting at his computer, and then – Boom – chest pain, shortness of breath – and since he was under so much stress at work, again diagnosed as a heart attack until the EKG proved otherwise.

So when I was saying how incrediblly bizarre the whole thing was, about how one day I was rushed to the hospital, and the next I didn’t reallly feel ‘sick’  or anything – just worn out and sore and tired. She said that’s what’s to be expected.

Or at least – that’s what I think she said.  Conversations like that about medical stuff remind me of what our kids say when we ask what happened at school or something – and they just look at us matter-of-fact like and respond: “I have no idea.”