far = weit, weit = far
In my attempt to re-acquire my german language skills i get those word-of-the-day things in my email. As far as i can tell this has done nothing to boost my Wortschatz (vocabulary) but instead ceases to be a nonstop annoyance since no matter what I do I cannot seem to get off the list. So here I go using my Deutsch-word-of-the-day in a sentence... Die Straßenbahn ist sehr weit. What did I learn? The streetcars are very far. Far from what I'm not sure, I'll assume it's me. Since Chicago has no streetcars I feel adept with my grasp of the German language.
In other news I did nothing of any interest whatsoever this evening, yet I won't cease to talk about it of course. Let's see... I watched a ridiculous French sexual romp which needn't a name since it was just like every other French sexual romp. The plot goes like this... husband cheating on wife, lesbian shows up at the door, wife cheats with lesbian, husband gets mad, wife gets upset and feels guilt, wife finds out about husband cheating on wife, wife gets mad, husband gets upset and feels guilt, etc etc. BOOORING. It was mind numbing and subtitled though and after 10 hours at work, mind numbing was what I needed.
In other news, I tried to read a book in the bath. The telephone rang. A conversation ensued which cannot-be-talked-about. It was actually a very ridiculously entertaining conversation despite my dropping the cordless headset into the bath water more than once. I cannot identify who called as that would be breaking the code of "you can't talk about this" ridiculousness that spilled forth from the caller. Needless to say I entertained the caller with my own sort of trivial randomness. Nothing more can be said about this conversation, so file this under "what in the hell is liz talking about?". Only the caller knows... [insert evil cackle here].
In other news, once I had sufficiently made my toes raisiney in the bubble bath I turned on the light in my bedroom to find out the kitty had lost her breakfast on my duvet. Lovely. After much searching on the web to find out the source of the problem with said kitty it has been determined that occasionally-kitties-lose-their-breakfasts-on-duvets. (sigh) Nothing to be done except to drop the duvet in the kitty owner's laundry in the morning. (double sigh) I wish the problem could be kitties-occasionally-lose-their-breakfasts-on-rugs but no such luck I guess kitties just were not made that way.
Off for my evening nap under my duvet-less goosedown...