Within an hour of my husband leaving for this week’s business trip, I discovered the internet was not working. The trip before that it was the hot water heater. Before that, the roof sprung a leak. It’s enough to make a girl break into the kids Halloween candy and sneak away with every imported Reese’s peanut butter cup. Hypothetically speaking, of course.
I have a weird issue about dealing with repairmen. I don’t like to do it, especially when we don’t speak the same language. I frequently resort to hand motions and mechanical noises. I look like an idiot. A lot.
I think after nineteen months of these repeated experiences, it’s about time I learn some German. As if my pride weren’t already bruised and battered, I now get to look like an idiot in another language. When we first moved, I was certain that we would only be here for two years, so I made the brilliant decision to study one of the other Swiss languages: French. Seriously. I don’t know what I was thinking. Denial, disillusionment, despair; these all may have played a part in my reluctance to learn High German.
However, it is looking fairly likely that we will be staying in Switzerland for an additional year. Cue the Deutch. I have a tutor scheduled to begin this Friday. God bless her, she has no idea what she’s in for, but it’s sure to involve lots of hand motions and strange mechanical noises.
Are you doing anything new and notable this fall? I’d love to hear about it. Meet me in the comments.