If Only Life Had a Soundtrack!

If only life had a soundtrack!

Everyone would dance in their living rooms and under bridges and in rainy fields and on empty moonlit cobblestone streets (if the trumpet had anything to say about it.) Pollen carried on spring breezes would be turned into string quartets that were so lovely no one would care about runny noses or itchy eyes. Lady would kindly remind one that they don't have it so bad after all. Bob would wail until you learned to think, and Lily Pons would sweetly tickle your cochlear cilia until it was impossible to be angry.

I imagine people would progressively start to sing anything they had to say. If someone were to cut in front of you while in line, they couldn't possibly want to argue if you said/sang something like this:

(to the tune of Sing from Sesame Street)

Hey, 'scuse me sir,
your place is
behind her. *pointing to the last person in line*
You cut in front of me!
I was here first, you see.
So, would you mind
if I took back
my rightful place in line?
I'm sorry, but you will have to wait
your turn like everyone else.
I don't
mean to whine.

La, la, la, la, la...

Then the other fellow would apologise and boogie to the end of the line, with his frozen veggies doubling as a maraca.

Hip Hip Hooray!

After years of waiting and months of bureaucratic nonsense, I am finally officially a divorcee.

I Have a Big Fucking Forehead!

I do. I've always known it. I've sported bangs most of my life just to cover it up. Recently, I've come to hate having bangs (they always part the wrong way or stand straight up when it's windy.) I just didn't see it as an option to grow them out. I've had many conversations with Robin that go something like this -

Rachel: I hate having bangs. I wish I could grow them out.
Robin: Why don't you grow them out then?
Rachel: I have a big fucking forehead!
Robin: Your forehead is beautiful. *Something about loving me with or without them*
Rachel: I wish I could grow them out.

Slowly, I've come to realise that he's (obviously) right. In fact, despite of what people say about big foreheads being unattractive and that those with Christina Ricci Disease should grow bangs, I've always found something very elegant about the prominent foreheads that were fashionable during the Elizabethan era.

So, I'm growing them out.

Waterfalls, Lochs and Birds with Afros

La Petite Cascade de Mortain

Star on the train back to Paris

This is the one for our album cover

Star and Notre Dame

Star on the Paris Metro

The only way I could get Robin to laugh for this was to poke him in the side so hard that he was upset with me afterwards *sad face*

This is Afro Bird. 'Nough said.

Killin, Scotland

Loch Tay

River Dochart

Back in Edinburgh

Just a quick update to family and friends who I've neglected to contact recently - we are now back in Scotland. There was a last-minute change in plans, so we'll be working in a bike shop - and staying in the loft above it - in Edinburgh for the next few weeks. The weather here is much nicer, and it's a bit of a relief to be able to talk to people without having to think in French (it's strange how exhausting that can be.)

Since I'll have a lot of free time while waiting for customers, I can up my daily time spent on language studies to three hours a day. Also, must get a clarinet mute at some point.