Please send me Vitamins! It's Vital if you want me to get W for Well for next Week's ABC Wednesday.
(A special mention to Delphinium, Alice and Peter who have been inquirying about my health. One day without posting and / or commenting, and they are already worrying about me. I'm grateful to have such friends. And yes, I'm feeling better today, but vitamins wouldn't do any bad, so please, send me a lot of them!)
Suite au défi que j'avais lancé à une personne un peu prétentieuse en début d'année, Reflex m'a défié de commenter une photo en mandarin.
Et là, c'est bien un peu trop difficile pour cette personne un peu trop prétentieuse. On va lui rabattre le caquet!
Mon clavier et mes logiciels de charactères ne me le permettraient pas, même si...
Alors, comme certains contournent les lois, j'ai contourné le défi, et au lieu de commenter une photo en mandarin, je commente une photo de mandarines.
Elles sont bien oranges, n'est-ce-pas? Je les ai achetées hier soir, exprès pour Reflex.
I had hardly finished my daily post yesterday when I stepped into my sleigh, which by the way is powered by 136 reindeers.
It was still dark and the reindeers and I had some difficulties in finding the first one I wanted to visit, but having turned around a little we finally succeeded. The neighbourhood had changed since we went there last time.
One parcel lighter and with a cup of coffee in the belly, (mine, not the reindeers', they prefer gasoline) we continued our job.
By noon we had visited only a few places. It was time for lunch. Luckily I ran into DD who offered me a good meal in the suburbs of Rouen. The reindeers didn't want anything.
The afternoon continued in the same way. In all we made nearly 300 km, and as we were headed back home the reindeers told me that they were hungry. They hadn't eaten for several days.
It was starting to get dark when we finally came home. I still had some paperwork to be done, and stayed in my office until it was time to look at NCIS on the tv, with a glogg, some goose liver and finally some chocolates on the table in front of me.
I still have some paperwork to be done, and would like to finish it before starting the weekend, so I stop here by wishing you all a Merry Christmas.
Det fanns nagra appeltrad pa tomten da vi flyttade hit nagon gang under forra arhundradet, men de frukter som mognade pa dem var det inget att hurra for.
Sa vi har tagit bort dem och planterat lov- och barrtrad i stallet.
Ett appeltrad finns dock kvar.
Det ar en avhuggen stam dar grenar vuxit ut pa nytt, och pa dem vaxer det appel som da de mognat inte ar storre an appelkart. Ciderappel antagligen.
Forra sommaren gav det sa mycket frukt att jag kunde gora tva burkar appelgelé pa skorden.
Nu funderar vi pa att plantera ett eller tva appeltrad lite senare i ar. Fragan ar var, for jag vill inte hugga ner vare sej bjork, tall, gran eller nagot annat trad vi har planterat.
Dod natur, dott liv.
Ar det sa man skall oversatta Nature Morte, Stilleben och Still Life, som alla ar ord for samma konstuttryck?
Har konstgrenen i fraga nagot att gora med natur (motivet behover ju inte vara applen), eller med dod (tank er dodsskallar i stallet for applena)?
Ett annat forsok till oversattning blir "ett stillastaende liv", men det tyder egentligen mera pa portratt eller nakenstudier. Modellen skall vara ororlig medan konstnaren arbetar.
Fragan ar, finns det ett svenskt ord for applen, eller dodsskallar, pa ett fat ?
