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kaberettDuolingo listening exercise, Tuesday night, as transcribed by me: "Zwei plus drei gleich vier" ("two plus three equals four"). It's not uncommon for auditory processing to fuck with my ability to distinguish sounds, but usually I'm managing to carry out basic sense-checking of what I think I've heard, and reinterpret on the fly as necessary.
Fast forward to this evening. Migraine has (touch wood) cleared up, but I'm still wearing sunglasses indoors and generally being Careful. I can talk in coherent sentences again! I can have a whole entire thought from beginning to end on the first attempt! But A is still, not unreasonably, operating on the basis that my general level of functioning is as per exhibit A above. We sit down to dinner; I pick up the cutlery he's brought round, to distribute it; I stall in confusion.
-- backing up briefly: we have three (and a half) different sets of cutlery. One (and a half) belongs to me, being the cutlery my mother took to university with her, which I then took off in my turn. (... they fork you up...?) Two belong to Adam. We agree on the second-best cutlery -- we both think the set with squared off ends to the handles is Acceptable. However, he thinks my inherited floral cutlery is An Abomination Unto Nuggan, and I feel similarly about his round-bottomed IKEA cutlery (with the grudging caveat that I will use the forks for making bread, because they conveniently weigh more-or-less-exactly 50g).
So I have in my hands four items of cutlery, consisting of two items from the abominable IKEA set and two of the acceptable square-bottomed set.
I am staring in bewilderment at the contents of my hands.
Adam, as described, is still assuming that I am operating with significant cognitive impairments.
Somewhat defensively, he protests that I think that particular square-bottomed knife and fork make a matching pair, even if he doesn't. (The detail is, I think, something to do with him owning one solitary knife from a subtly different set, which he can't bring himself to get rid of because It's A Perfectly Functional Knife...) While doing so, he removes from my hand -- by the pointy ends -- the two round-bottomed IKEA utensils.
There is a moment of silence before he realises that I am still staring at cutlery, but it's the cutlery he's holding not the cutlery I'm holding.
He shifts his grip to the handles. He shifts his gaze to the tines. Of the forks. The forks plural.
And slowly -- beautifully -- comprehension finally dawns.
Fast forward to this evening. Migraine has (touch wood) cleared up, but I'm still wearing sunglasses indoors and generally being Careful. I can talk in coherent sentences again! I can have a whole entire thought from beginning to end on the first attempt! But A is still, not unreasonably, operating on the basis that my general level of functioning is as per exhibit A above. We sit down to dinner; I pick up the cutlery he's brought round, to distribute it; I stall in confusion.
-- backing up briefly: we have three (and a half) different sets of cutlery. One (and a half) belongs to me, being the cutlery my mother took to university with her, which I then took off in my turn. (... they fork you up...?) Two belong to Adam. We agree on the second-best cutlery -- we both think the set with squared off ends to the handles is Acceptable. However, he thinks my inherited floral cutlery is An Abomination Unto Nuggan, and I feel similarly about his round-bottomed IKEA cutlery (with the grudging caveat that I will use the forks for making bread, because they conveniently weigh more-or-less-exactly 50g).
So I have in my hands four items of cutlery, consisting of two items from the abominable IKEA set and two of the acceptable square-bottomed set.
I am staring in bewilderment at the contents of my hands.
Adam, as described, is still assuming that I am operating with significant cognitive impairments.
Somewhat defensively, he protests that I think that particular square-bottomed knife and fork make a matching pair, even if he doesn't. (The detail is, I think, something to do with him owning one solitary knife from a subtly different set, which he can't bring himself to get rid of because It's A Perfectly Functional Knife...) While doing so, he removes from my hand -- by the pointy ends -- the two round-bottomed IKEA utensils.
There is a moment of silence before he realises that I am still staring at cutlery, but it's the cutlery he's holding not the cutlery I'm holding.
He shifts his grip to the handles. He shifts his gaze to the tines. Of the forks. The forks plural.
And slowly -- beautifully -- comprehension finally dawns.
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Date: 2021-10-14 11:23 pm (UTC)My duolingo sessions often end up that way. I have a tendency to randomly swap translation and dictation, or otherwise mangle the expected answer if I'm not paying full attention. This was true even way back in O Level. I randomly swapped a couple of numbers earlier this week, even though I knew I needed achtzehn, not neunzehn.
Ha!
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Date: 2021-10-15 09:09 am (UTC)bravo!
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Date: 2021-10-15 11:18 pm (UTC)