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Sound file and Example Sentence:
Listen to my mother-in-law pronounce today's word:
Chut! Elle dort. Il ne faut pas la réveiller. Quiet! She's sleeping. We musn't wake her.
A Day in a French Life... by Kristin Espinasse
Chut! My belle-mère is sleeping and I'd like to finish this letter before she wakes up. Only a thin wall separates us, so slight that the rattling of the keys on this clavier is enough to tickle her esgourdes to a start: the start of a new day.
Ça y est. Elle est reveillée. It is time to go and play. I would hate to leave my mother-in-law alone while I pass the morning fussing and fretting over each and every word, like some kind of writer nerd.
Ça baille! There's a lot of yawning coming through the wall. It seems Michèle-France is not sold on starting the day. Maybe the sound of Vauclusian church bells in the distance will sweeten the chore? Or the peppermint breeze coming through the open window? ...or the plate of Moroccan cookies left over from last night's festin (we celebrated my brother-in-law Jacques' 40th. Chut! chut! Don't tell him I told you....)
Un troisième bâillement.... A third yawn... and a forth and now a fifth! Quelle marmotte! She must be exhausted after yesterday's train ride from Marseilles to Orange. Comme d'habitude, she travelled with two chocolate cakes and two pots of homemade tapenade. The only other item in her bag was a nightgown and a dog-eared copy of Télé Loisirs. She's got our number: just a couple of busybodies out here in the country. She's prepared to watch TV while her son and her daughter-in-law work like bees.
But each day presents a new chance for turning the tables, for shaking up the still waters of rigidity. I'm going to surprise my belle-mère today—with a more playful spirit, tee-hee!—just you wait and see!
Le Coin Commentaires
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chut! = shhh! shush!
la belle-mère = mother-in-law
le clavier = keyboard
les esgourdes* = ears *argot (the term may no longer be current. Any thoughts?)
ça y est = that's it
elle est réveillée = she's awake
ça baille! = there's yawning!
quelle marmotte! = what a marmot! (what a sleepy one!)
comme d'habitude = as always
la tapenade = olive spread
Télé Loisirs = Television Leisure (magazine)
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