Petit annonce

My parents were able to go home last week. Our house has a few broken windows. My lemon tree that I planted in kindergarten was knocked over. Our back fence, blown down. We now know that our neighbors who live behind us are Polish--hey, there's no fence, we have to talk to them. Many of the trees in our neighborhood were uprooted, as well. This damage is minimal considering our friends who have lost everything. My father spent most of the week, as he likes to say, "picking up sticks." At the moment, he's planning to keep the job in Texas and meet up with my mom on the weekends. She'll stay in New Orleans. Honestly, we still have no idea what will happen in the future.

The intensive course is over. On to the year long classes: art history, French language history, phonetics, grammar, literature. Good, meaty subjects.

I spent another Saturday with Monsieur Le Mont. He had more of an attitude this time but that's okay. Would you like it if you had little people crawling on your skin day in and day out? I forgive him.

Then, I spent another Sunday eating--this time with the pastor and his Irish bride. Jason, I wished for you. I ate, at least, seven crèpes. Crèpes with ham. Crèpes with cheese. Crèpes with jam. Crèpes with cream.

So, that's it for now. I'm off to class. Please pray that God would give me strength. I need it. And know that all of you are in my prayers.