Absinthe! And, uh, facts of life.
May. 27th, 2005 12:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
la_rainetteMy girls are so cute they stop traffic.
Well, at least they slow it down considerably, especially when they wear matching dresses and brand new sandals, have just had their hair cut and blow-dried, and walk hand-in-hand a few feet in front of me (there isn't enough space on the sidewalk for the three of us to walk together).
Cars slow down, people point and smile to them, and inevitably, I get the question again: "are they twins?" despite the fact that one is a good foot taller than the other. *rolls eyes*
Froglet has Hibiscus flowers on her new shoes.
rainette: HI-BIS-CUS
Froglet: Heebeewhat?
rainette: Hibiscus. It's a very common flower in Tahiti. We went there on our honeymoon with daddy.
Froglet: WOW! Why didn't you bring us?
rainette: well, Tadpole was Not There yet. and you were, you were a tiny little pea in my belly. An embryo.
Froglet: What's an embryo?
rainette *realizes she should never have walked down that path in the first place and is now stuck at an ungodly hour in the morning with a question she does not know how to answer without resorting to an anatomy book* meedgvhds pffff ahahahaha. *deep breath* See, you start with a cell.
Froglet: and then it swells?
rainette: ahahahahaha no. It multiplies. It goes from one to two, then four, then eight...
Froglet's eyes *glaze over*
rainette *fumbles for a better subject*: so see, these flowers open up in the morning and die in the evening. People pick them and wear them in their hair, to enjoy them while they last.
Froglet: So when you went to Tahiti, I was in your belly. And Tadpole didn't even exist yet.
rainette *is floored*
I am amazed, because just a few months ago Froglet could not imagine the non-existence of anyone; in her mind, she and her sister both co-existed in my belly for awhile, and both of them ALWAYS existed, even if they were not in the open yet. She's bright, that Froglet of mine. *proud smile*
In other news, I found out yesterday that there is a museum of Absinthe in Auvers-Sur-Oise. A museum that show all the relevant paraphernalia -- although it doesn't say whether you can actually taste the beverage. Now, I have been to Auvers-Sur-Oise, on a week-end trip with Husband and his brother, and I have no recollection whatsoever of this museum, which makes me feel really, really dumb. I would have visited it if I had been informed of its existence. As thing were, we went there mainly to see the church, the famous church Van Gogh painted in this picture. Simply because we love this painting. See, when I look at the painting, the church looks crooked and slightly weird to me, and it gets me thinking about the artist's Brand New Vision of things.
But then we went to Auvers-Sur-Oise. And the church? Made my eyes water like a slightly tilted frame in an otherwise perfectly symmetrical arrangement of pictures on a very straight wall. Because it is actually crooked for real. Well, maybe not quite that crooked, but still: when I entered the building, I could actually hear my reptilian brain frantically shrieking at the back of my mind: "Get me out of here! Get me out of here before the building collapses!"
Scary.
So this is just by way of saying: the crookedness of the church in Van Gogh's painting may actually have little to do with his deep love for Absinthe. *sighs*
Well, at least they slow it down considerably, especially when they wear matching dresses and brand new sandals, have just had their hair cut and blow-dried, and walk hand-in-hand a few feet in front of me (there isn't enough space on the sidewalk for the three of us to walk together).
Cars slow down, people point and smile to them, and inevitably, I get the question again: "are they twins?" despite the fact that one is a good foot taller than the other. *rolls eyes*
Froglet has Hibiscus flowers on her new shoes.
rainette: HI-BIS-CUS
Froglet: Heebeewhat?
rainette: Hibiscus. It's a very common flower in Tahiti. We went there on our honeymoon with daddy.
Froglet: WOW! Why didn't you bring us?
rainette: well, Tadpole was Not There yet. and you were, you were a tiny little pea in my belly. An embryo.
Froglet: What's an embryo?
rainette *realizes she should never have walked down that path in the first place and is now stuck at an ungodly hour in the morning with a question she does not know how to answer without resorting to an anatomy book* meedgvhds pffff ahahahaha. *deep breath* See, you start with a cell.
Froglet: and then it swells?
rainette: ahahahahaha no. It multiplies. It goes from one to two, then four, then eight...
Froglet's eyes *glaze over*
rainette *fumbles for a better subject*: so see, these flowers open up in the morning and die in the evening. People pick them and wear them in their hair, to enjoy them while they last.
Froglet: So when you went to Tahiti, I was in your belly. And Tadpole didn't even exist yet.
rainette *is floored*
I am amazed, because just a few months ago Froglet could not imagine the non-existence of anyone; in her mind, she and her sister both co-existed in my belly for awhile, and both of them ALWAYS existed, even if they were not in the open yet. She's bright, that Froglet of mine. *proud smile*
In other news, I found out yesterday that there is a museum of Absinthe in Auvers-Sur-Oise. A museum that show all the relevant paraphernalia -- although it doesn't say whether you can actually taste the beverage. Now, I have been to Auvers-Sur-Oise, on a week-end trip with Husband and his brother, and I have no recollection whatsoever of this museum, which makes me feel really, really dumb. I would have visited it if I had been informed of its existence. As thing were, we went there mainly to see the church, the famous church Van Gogh painted in this picture. Simply because we love this painting. See, when I look at the painting, the church looks crooked and slightly weird to me, and it gets me thinking about the artist's Brand New Vision of things.
But then we went to Auvers-Sur-Oise. And the church? Made my eyes water like a slightly tilted frame in an otherwise perfectly symmetrical arrangement of pictures on a very straight wall. Because it is actually crooked for real. Well, maybe not quite that crooked, but still: when I entered the building, I could actually hear my reptilian brain frantically shrieking at the back of my mind: "Get me out of here! Get me out of here before the building collapses!"
Scary.
So this is just by way of saying: the crookedness of the church in Van Gogh's painting may actually have little to do with his deep love for Absinthe. *sighs*
