FRENCH WORD-A-DAY

Photo taken at Le Couvent des Minimes last spring, during a road trip with my best friend, Susan--alias Rouge-Bleu. Perhaps I was dreaming of this ethereal place when something suddenly jolted me awake…

TODAY'S WORD: UNE NUIT BLANCHE

    : sleepless night; all-nighter

A DAY IN A FRENCH LIFE by Kristi Espinasse

The first week of fall had me tossing and turning like a leaf spiraling from a tree. It began Saturday night when I woke with a start. But it wasn’t un cauchemar that jolted me awake. No, it was my husband’s phone. Specifically—it was that annoying PING! of instant messaging.

I felt a low, deep groan rising from somewhere in my being. Pouah! he forgot to turn off his phone--again! Resisting the urge to react further, I lay there quietly in the dark as my husband fumbled for his téléphone portable, putting it in airplane mode.

Ouaf! Ouaf! Ouaf! Now our dog was awake and excited at the chance to go outside after midnight.

"Dodo, Ricci! Dodo!" Jean-Marc ordered our little shepherd to go back to sleep, as if it were that easy. Well, apparently it was for the man who’d woken us all up!

Within minutes, Jean-Marc’s steady breathing told me he was fast asleep again. Meanwhile, I was wide awake—and more than a little annoyed to have been pulled from such a satisfying sommeil. 

Even if I decided right away to let this little resentment go and get on with the business of trying to fall back to sleep, the universe seemed to have other plans...such as resolving a long-standing cultural divide. You see, there was a time—before coming to France—when I would have rallied in the face of challenges. But after 30 years in the Hexagon, I grumble--je râle--at the slightest inconvenience! Along with winning the Olympic gold in complaining, the French are seasoned doubters. Their tout est impossible attitude stands in stark contrast to my where there’s a will there’s a way American upbringing.

Lying there, eyes wide open, I began to wonder if anything was possible tonight. Could I manage to fall back asleep? My mind quickly shifted, though, as another thought took over: What time is it? I resisted the urge to check the clock, knowing it would only make things worse...

I started wondering if Jackie had made it home safely. She’d left for Cassis in the late afternoon to pick up her final paycheck at the hotel. "I’m meeting a friend for a drink after," she said, before driving off. It was so quiet outside that the eerie call of the owl echoed through the streets of our neighborhood. It must be past three… Suddenly, all I could think of was the dark, winding road between Cassis and home. Tossing and turning, I debated getting up to check if my daughter's car was in the driveway. But if it wasn’t … I'd go into full panic mode. So I lay there frozen.

Grrh! She could have texted me! I grumbled (not that I would've heard the ping on MY phone, which was in airplane mode). After 30 minutes of inner back-and-forth, I finally reached for my phone to check the time. 3:30 a.m.! Mais ou-est-elle?! A quick call revealed she was fine—enjoying the lively port of Cassis, one last summer night with friends.

Bon, I thought, now I’ll be able to sleep. But just as I patted my pillow and settled in, I remembered Mom’s upcoming doctors appointments in Marseille. The thought of driving to the city, dealing with the hospital, and then driving back after dark began to weigh on me as I have difficulty seeing beyond the windshield at night. Why is that doctor always en retard? If she wasn't so very late each time I wouldn't have to worry about driving after sundown! Worse than complaining I was now blaming. This was no way to begin to find peace in the middle of the night--or anywhere in life!

Still wide awake, I decided to rally…instead of râler, or complain. If I was going to lie there and think a lot, I’d think pleasant thoughts! I remembered an amusing phone call I’d had earlier with my son. Max was driving with his girlfriend when he rang me here at home:

“Hey Mom, I’ll pick you up at 11 tomorrow for Pilates,” he said.
Max had a guest pass and invited me to join him at his gym in Saint Cyr-sur-Mer, but I was skeptical. “Will I need to fill out any forms? What do I bring? How long is the class?” I asked, picturing a room full of perfect Pilates people.
“You’ll just need a towel and a bottle of water.”
“That’s it? There won’t be any papers to fill out—some kind of satisfaction survey?”
“No, Mom. But you will go through security.”

At that, I imagined a TSA-style line with X-ray machines. A familiar panic started to rise in me, as I braced myself to not râler. Just as I was mustering the courage to stay calm, I heard a giggle—it was Ana, chiming in from the passenger seat. “Oh, Max, stop teasing your mom!” And just like that, I realized Max had been pulling my leg again.

Lying there in bed, two hours into my nuit blanche, I found myself chuckling. What began as a night of frustration and worry had turned into one of laughter and perspective. Even my husband, sound asleep, snorted—a gentle reminder that, despite it all, life doesn’t take itself too seriously.

“Chéri, tu ronfles,” I whispered, nudging him gently. He shifted, and I snuggled in closer, feeling the weight of the night slowly lift.

As my eyes began to close, a verse came to mind, etching tonight’s lesson a little deeper into my heart: Faites tout sans vous plaindre et sans discuter... et brillez comme des flambeaux dans le monde. Do everything without complaining or arguing... and shine like beacons in the world.

A new day

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Mom, at our Mas des Brun vineyard, years ago. She had good news at the doctor's: her uveitis--or eye inflammation--is under control. Now it is a matter of slowly reducing her medications. Hopefully, she will be back to painting again soon!

FRENCH VOCABULARY

Sound file: click here to listen to Jean-Marc pronounce the French terms

le cauchemar = nightmare
pouah! = ugh!
le téléphone portable = cell phone
Ouaf! Ouaf! = Woof! Woof!
le dodo = sleep (informal)
le sommeil = sleep
je râle = I complain
tout est impossible = everything is impossible
mais où est-elle = but where is she
bon = well
en retard = late
la nuit blanche = sleepless night
chéri = darling (informal)
tu ronfles = you’re snoring
Faites tout sans vous plaindre et sans discuter* = Do everything without complaining or arguing
et brillez comme des flambeaux dans le monde* = and shine like beacons in the world

*(Philippians 2:14-15)

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Jean-Marc, Max, Ricci, and Izzy

Jules at Mas des Brun