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[kittydesade]

ゆっくりはなす
（友だち）　ゆっくり話してくれない？
（ホストファミリーのお母さん）　ゆっくり話してくれませんか。
（先生）ゆっくり話していただけませんか。

友だち
１．ノートを貸してくれない？
２．本を返してくれない？
３．友だちを紹介してくれない？
４．今晩電話してくれない？

ホストファミリーのお母さん
５．六時に起こしてくれませんか？
６．駅に迎えに来てくれませんか？
７．お弁当を作ってくれませんか？
８．宿題を手伝ってくれませんか？

先生
９．文棒を説明していただけませんか？
１０．推薦状を書いていただけませんか？
１１．英語に訳していただけませんか？
１２．作文を直していただけませんか？



Máire: Cé atá ag teacht i leith?
Pádraig: Donncha de Brún is ainm dó. Tá sé ag obair liom.
Donncha: Conas tá agaibh?
Pádraig: Seo Máire, a Donncha -- is col ceathar dom í.
Donncha: Cén chaoi a bhfuil tú, a Mháire?
Máire: Tá mé go maith.
Pádraig: An bhfuil aon scéal agat?
Donncha: Beidh Cathal ag pósadh go luath.
Pádraig: Tá a fhios agam. Bhí sé ar an raidió aítiúil. Beidh deoch agat?
Donncha: Beidh gloine oráiste agam, sin uile.
Pádraig: Seo dhuit.
Donncha: Sláinte.

Maire: Who is (that) coming this way?
Padraig: Donncha de Brun is his name. He works with me.
Donncha: How are you (both)?
Padraig: Donncha, this is Maire, she's my cousin.
Donncha: How are you, Maire?
Maire: I'm well.
Padraig: Any news?
Donncha: Cathal is getting married soon.
Padraig: I know. [??It was] on the local radio. What will you have?
Donncha: A glass of orange juice, that's all.
Padraig: Here you are.
Donncha: Slainte. (What? I'm not translating that. :P)


Stealth period is stealthy. The headache and slightly feverish feeling has gone away, or more like the headache replicated and divided itself between my head and what Deadlands would call my lower guts. And this is after spending last night asleep off and on.

Oh look, the headache's back. Fair warning: picture shows a destroyed violin of apparently a goodly age and sound. Because Paypal is made up of idiots and douchebags. I disapprove in the strongest terms possible in many languages. I need more languages so I can disapprove more strongly.

Slow progress on writing is slow, but given how much better I feel today and how woozy I apparently was feeling yesterday, I think I know why. Not so much to do today at work, it looks like, a couple of big things to go out and half the incoming can be turned right around and shipped back out, so that's something. Not much mail either, I think, which means I can get that done and sit down and bang out a few words, because I have so much crap I need to bang out. Recovering from Yuletide is a bigger bitch than I thought.

We didn't even make it to look at the house we were going to look at which, admittedly, was a foreclosure. It's apparently under contract now, and wasn't available after the 29th. No one told the listing place, though. So, bugger that, but there's a few other houses that we can look at. At least one is listed as "needs work" which makes me guardedly optimistic. As long as the work is something we can do for less than what we'd save... I don't even know what they mean by "needs work." Cosmetic work? Putting cabinets in? Plumbing and electric? We'll see, I guess. Which, crap, I forgot to write down the address and listing number, I'll get that tonight and then talk to the Architect tomorrow and then see.

Oof. Right, today, picking up my desk, catching up on all the tags ever, writing and a bit of packing. I can do that.