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[kittydesade]

Change the tense and type of sentence according to the model:
Tiomáinim abhaile.
amárach: Nach dtiomáinim abhaile?
Neg-Q/go minic: Nach dtiomáinim abhaile?
Q/inné: Ar thiomáin mé abhaile?
Deir siad/inné: Deir siad gur thiomáin mé abhaile.

1. Chuaigh sibh go Baile Átha Cliath.
Q/inné: An ndeachaigh sibh go Baile Átha Cliath?
Deir sí/amárach: Deir sí go rachaidh sibh go Baile Átha Cliath.
Q/gach lá: An rachaidh dteann sibh go Baile Átha Cliath?
Neg/inné: Ní dheachaigh sibh go Baile Átha Cliath.

2. Tiocfaidh siad anoir.
NegQ/inné: Nár tháinig siad anoir?
Q/go minic: An dtagann siad anoir?
Neg/amárach: Ní thiocfaidh siad anoir.
Deir sí/neg: Deir sí go nach dtiocfaidh siad anoir. Deir sí nach dtiocfaidh siad anoir. (Right the first time, tutor helsinkibaby confirms it.)

3. Dúirt sí go bhfuil sí sásta.
NegQ/inné: Nach ndúirt sí go bhfuil sí sásta?
amárach: Déarfaidh sí go bhfuil sí sásta.
Q/anois: An ndeir sí go bhfuil sí sásta?
Neg/inné: Ní dúirt sí go bhfuil sí sásta.

4. Faigheann na gasúir éadaí nua.
Neg/amárach: Ní bhfaighaidh na gasúir éadaí nua.
Deir sí/go minic: Deir sí go bhfaigheann na gasúir éadaí nua.
Q/amárach: An bhfaighaidh na gasúir éadaí nua?
Q/inné: An bhfuair na gasúir éadaí nua?

5. Rachaidh sí go Sasana.
Deir sí/amárach: Deir sí go rachaidh sí go Sasana.
Q/go minic: An dtéann sí go Sasana?
inné: Chuaigh sí go Sasana.
NegQ/inné: Nach ndeachaigh sí go Sasana?


I am about to the point of throwing my hands up in the air and shrieking "I GIVE UP" except that would be horribly misleading because giving up on me looks more like "FINE I'LL JUST SIT HERE AND STUDY LANGUAGES AND DANCE AND READ AND COOK AND SURL FOREVER." I think the usual definition of giving up looks more like hiding under the covers and never coming out, and I'd get awfully bored. Something. I'm giving up something anyway, and it might as well be hope and the delusion that going to DC in February will be anything but the last time I ever see my grandpa.

Yeah, it's down to that. They're moving him into my Mom's house because it's not so much that there's anything medical to be done, he's just very weak and would be better off living somewhere with people. I'm pretty sure he lived in that senior community apartment thing for less than a year.

So tired. I came home to that, told the boy, discussed whether or not I wanted him to go with me, decided that, yes, that'd be nice. Assuming there's time for him to get the days off and it's not a "Ok, hop in the car tonight/get plane tickets for tomorrow morning" thing. Heh. Bless my family and/or my credit card that that latter is even an option.

Stuff to do. In no particular order, I suppose: macro-edits for the Deli Counter story, finish two dime novels, finish a couple other blog entries, do another chapter in Graves, copy the Ogham alphabet to the Graves notebook, update my CS scratch pad (with eyeshadow colors for eyes, makeup brush cleaning solutions, among other things), make a schedule, tag Russian ep comments. When at home, cut peppers and brown meat. Probably make that into Skyline chili, that'd be nice. I'm so damn tired, and I have 1001 things to do, and all I want to do is take a week like my weekend and curl up with a book on the couch for hours on end. Maybe set an alarm to get up every 15 and stretch. That's not going to happen, is it.

All right. Let's start knocking shit down. At least I have chocolates and girl time to look forward to tonight.