Company!

Today we had a visit from a nearby friend, Julie with her two children, David and Rebecca. Rebecca slept through most of the visit but David played with our boys and they all had fun with balloons.

Handwerker

I guess I never had too much experience with tradesmen in the USA. So my only experience can be drawn from what I have learned here in the last nearly 14 years. Yes, I have been here for that long already. Mom and dad built a house when I was 6 but I don't remember too much about that. Just that mom wanted to put in too many electrical outlets and Grandpa, who was wiring the house, clearly thought it was absurd. Not to mention that Oregon was wetter than he was used to and plainly inferior to his home state of Colorado. So when we purchased our first house a year and a half ago, we didn't know much about people who came to fix things; carpenters, painters, sheetrockers, masons, the list goes on. For the most part, it is almost always a challenge for either one of us to communicate with a tradesperson in our adopted language of french. While our french is getting better, it does not flow yet, and certainly does not allow for complete freedom of expression. So talking with these folk has usually started with a phone call, something very difficult to do in a language you are not yet comfortable with. If you are talking to someone in person, you can search their expression and body language for any possible clues if y0u didn't get just every word. But the phone...I used to cringe when it rang when I was first learning german, hoping against hope that it was someone who spoke english. So the phone call, to get someone to come by to make a quote (involves giving directions, a fun challenge too!), and then the actual agreement for them to start on the job, and then........the wait. I thought Switzerland was known for everything that revolves around punctuality. Not always the case. My whole point is that over a year ago, we asked a local tradesman if he could redo our door. We had been shopping around for a new front door and I had to dash Ralph in the face with a glass of icewater at the store after we found our what the prices were. Sooo we decided to have our door refinished. We had the carpenter come look at it and make us an offer about one year ago. 12 months and several phone calls later, it is now finished. The door looks great and keeps the cold and wind out. We are happy. We bravely asked him to check if he could change the locks on the other two outside doors to match the key and lock of the newly refinished door, thinking that it would be early enough if he finished it in 12 months. He showed up today, much to my surprise, and did the job in just a few hours. Renewed my hope in all others of his ilk.

Liam loves to play under the sink. He gets in the cupboard and takes out the dustpan and brush.

This sign is what I see when I look out the kitchen window. The house next door used to have a little store and dairy in it. The store is no longer there but they left the sign.

Saturday at home

It was one of those great Saturdays at home, when the weather is beautiful and the kids are getting along. We did little projects, cleaned up, and enjoyed the sunshine. Our snow is melting unfortunately. Hopefully we get some more soon.

La neige est arrivée!

This morning as promised, we woke up to snow. We usually have had a few snows by this time of the year but this was the first one. It started last night and continued on through the night and we woke up to a nice dusting of powder. The boys were excited to hear the snow plows running and already had plans to build snowmen (snowpeople; doesn't quite sound the same) ski, have snowball fights and build an igloo. Liam experienced snow for the first time and seemed to love it until his hands got cold. He crawled in it, ate it and batted it around with his little mittens. When Hannes got home from school, we got their skis out and made a little starting hill and they went down it about 30 times before they started falling down and were exhausted. I got a workout too, trying to help them up and keep their skis pointed in the right direction. It looks and smells beautiful, I might just get up the courage to pick up my skis again too. Have you all switched over to carving skis? Everyone says they are much easier. Opinions please.

Sunday Walk

Last Sunday we took a walk through a tiny settlement that I have always wanted to get close to. It looks beautiful in the fall when the vineyard is turning colors.

Liam

Liam loves to eat things by himself without any help, and this is usually the result. Thank goodness for pressure washers.