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[kittydesade]

Ar mhaith leat...? Would you like...?
e.g. Ar mhaith leat cupán tae?
Nár mhaith leat cupán tae?
Ba mhaith.
Níor mhaith.

A fuller form of answer is possible, similar to English 'I would like that'
Ba mhaith liom é sin.
Ba bhreá liom é sin.

All four forms of the copula given here cause lenition.

An alternative way of offering things appeared in Unit 4.
An mbeidh deoch agat? Will you have a drink?
Nach mbeidh deoch agat? Won't you have a drink?
Beidh. Yes, I will.
Ní bheidh. No, I won't.
An mbeidh cupán tae agat? Will you have a cup of tea?
Beidh, le do thoil. Yes, please.


It probably says something about me that I consider fucking off all day yesterday and doing absolutely nothing but cuddling on the couch with the boy and watching Big Bang Theory an achievement. The relaxing wasn't actually going so well until I did, though; I kept having this idea that I should be coding my website or writing something. I don't know when I became that person incapable of setting shit down and having to allocate time to relaxing, but I'm not sure I like it. Still, as with everything, once the momentum on fucking off got going it was pretty good for the rest of the day. >.>

And I don't even feel that guilty for it today! I feel a bit bummed that I didn't get to read the book I meant to read, but, eh, tonight. It's not like it's going anywhere or like I have a deadline.

For the record and my edification, today's workday tasks are writing the Nathan-Duke essay, line edits, and Person of Interest in the evening. Along with cooking all the chicken that I didn't get to yesterday because lazy, but that shouldn't take too long. Picking things up in the kitchen today, probably, since tonight is for cooking all the things, and then picking up one or two things per evening till it's done. The garage is getting even more cleaned out! I am impressed with us. Also I am impressed with my ability to power through way too much cleaning and unpacking this weekend in preparation for guests. Ugh. Still, the house looked suitably presentable in time, it's all good. Hopefully next time we have a game over all we'll have to do is clean shit, instead of clean and unpack shit.

I have no idea what happened with the door blowing open yesterday, but it was a bit creepy. We've got a 40 pound tub of drywall paste or whatever that is in front of it now, but yeesh. Of all things, the gusts of wind decided not to waggle the top of the pine in the backyard like a great waggly thing, it decided to knock things over in the front of the house instead. And blow the door open. I'm not sure if it wasn't as closed as it should have been last night or what, but now I kind of want to install a deadbolt. Or something else more solid. Eek.

Our friends loved the house. And drooled. Copiously. And did the obligatory head-tilt at the slanty window, because it's always hilarious when people first set foot into the upstairs bathroom. I love that slanty window. It functions perfectly normally as a window, and it looks a bit off-kilter. More than a bit. What's not to love?

Right. Might as well get moving while I still have the energy, get doing stuff. I have the sneaking suspicion that if I stop long enough to consider all the shit I want to get done this week I'm going to freak out and decide it's all impossible, so. Let's get moving.

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[kikibug13]

Your house is just The House. Including scary things about it. But, you'll get the hang of it.

Mmmm relaxing day with boy. It is a good thing, achievement or not. A very, very good thing.