Cara Mia, Oh My!!!: Looking for a little wood!!

It's just almost 1 p.m. here in the land of chocolate, neutrality, and big banking.
Julia is getting some wood delivered today and they are going to be here this afternoon. So I am ready and waiting to stack wood.
(OK, some of you thought I was talking about a different topic, didn't you? Admit it!!)
I am practicing my French for,"The wood goes here, please."
Last time I practiced a phrase close to this I used the French word for wood in place of drink. I asked Aussie/Brit/Swiss Craig if I could have a piece of wood while at a barbecue at his house. He said he didn't have any wood, but could give me wine, or water, or soda. Wood and drink sound very similar.
I also learned why many French speakers get a little confused when I say to them, "I speak French a little, not very well." Or, "I understand French a little, not very well."
The French word for little is something like what you say when you step in something smelly: Peu.
Rhymes with new.
I have been saying poo...as in pooh, Winnie the and the stuff you find in diapers. Little Lilly was the first to laugh at my using poo in a sentence. She is 5. She knew I don't know poo.
I have had a great time this trip. Italy, Barcelona, France, Switzerland. I realize again how fortunate I am in this world of cutbacks, layoffs, and bankruptcies. I admit I do feel guilty at times about telling people about the adventures Jackie and I have done in the past dozen years. We have come to Europe every year since Julia came in 2002....so this is my 12th trip.
We don't go anywhere else. This is our vacation destiny, for better or for worse.
And I love it. This morning I hiked up the the local store and bought two freshly made croissants. The crusts were crisp, the insides wonderfully buttery.
On Sunday, we went to Gruyere to meet Michael, Megan and the boys. We toured the chocolate factory in Broc and had a nice, but short, visit. This is an extremely beautiful area.
I visited some of Julia's friends yesterday who live in the vineyard and have an amazing view of the lake. I offered to be an adopted grandparent and said I would be glad to do child care, laundry and dishes while living in their basement apartment in a spacious new house. I think they would have hired me.....but pity the child who would hear me talking about poo all day.
My checked bag is packed for tomorrow. Julia's scale must be not accurate because it says I have 36 pounds in my bag. There are 6 bottles of wine and two weeks of dirty clothes, including 17 pairs of underwear, so I think it is more than 36 pounds. When I changed the measurement to kilos, it said 17....which is about 36 pounds.
I just weighed it again and it is 55 pounds.....something has to give.
I plan to take the train from Vevey to the airport tomorrow. The highway has construction on-going and twice in the past week accidents have created two hour delays, trapping motorists on the road until they pass the accident scene. The train will be on time and at the airport, which makes it pretty easy for me.
So, that's it.
Thanks to all who read my ramblings, made comments, and didn't get bored with me.
I wish you all safe journeys, and great adventures in life....because after all, it is too short a time we have on this earth.
Peace and love to you all.