Washer/dryer, oven, and bathroom sink still out of service, which continues to be ALL SORTS OF FUN. Enforced downtime at the laundromat brings out Muse's weird side; a field-trip into the nearby Asian market somehow got her onto the subject of wondering to what extent the legacy of French colonialism still influences linguistic patterns, and then onto counting off on my fingers how many languages Trevor and Jason do
speak, whereupon I was kind of surprised when I ran out of fingers. Trevor's list, as far as I can tell so far, runs, in rough order of acquisition: Welsh (a bit of a surprise to me as well
), English, Latin (read/write only), French, Polish (he says this involves Marie Curie and I'm not sure he's joking), "some" Wolof (long story), classical Arabic (same long story), German (basic conversations), classical Greek (read/write only), Hindi (basic conversations, not literate), a few words of Spanish, and Nigel (depending on how agitated Nigel is at any given moment). Jason, meanwhile, has English, Swedish, Spanish, basic French, some food-related Japanese and a little modern Greek to his credit. Boy, that all sounds like a lot when I write it out and I haven't even mentioned a couple of the other
polyglots in the cast roster...