French
Au clair de la lune, mon ami Pierrot
Prête-moi ta lume,* pour écrire un mot.
Ma chandelle est morte, je n'ai plus de feu.
Ouvre-moi ta porte, pour l'amour de Dieu.

Au clair de la lune, Pierrot répondit
Je n'ai pas de lume, je suis dans mon lit.
Va chez la voisine, je crois qu'elle y est
Car dans sa cuisine, on bat le briquet.

Au clair de la lune, l'aimable Lubin
Frappe chez la brune, elle répond soudain
"Qui frappe de la sorte ? ", il dit à son tour
"Ouvrez votre porte pour le Dieu d'Amour"

Au clair de la lune, on n'y voit qu'un peu
On chercha la lume, on chercha du feu
En cherchant d'la sorte je n'sais c'qu'on trouva
Mais je sais qu'la porte sur eux se ferma.

English
Under the moonlight, my friend Pierrot,
Lend me your light, so I could write a word.
My candle is out, I've no more light.
Open your door for me, for the love of God.

Under the moonlight, Pierrot replied,
I've no light; I'm in my bed.
Go next door, I believe that she is in,
For in the kitchen, someone lit a match.

Under the moonlight, friendly Lubin
Knocks at the brunette's door, she suddenly replies
"Who's knocking this way", he says in his turn
"Open your door, for the god of love."

Under the moonlight, little can be seen
The light was looked for, fire was looked for
Searching this way, I don't know what was found
But I do know that the door, on them was shut.

*In modern versions, this word is "plume", meaning pen. "Lume" is derived from "lumière", meaning "light".
http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Au_clair_de_la_lune

I got back from the fireworks not too long ago. It was a very nice display and the weather was perfect. There weren't even any mosquitoes, which is unheard of for the 4th of July around here!

The day began with me driving up to my uncle's lake house for a barbecue. My parents, my cousin and her new boyfriend, and a few of my uncle's friends were also there. I was the last to arrive, which is pretty typical. My uncle's dog was most excited to see me because no one else who had arrived wanted to play with her, but she was to be disappointed by me, as well. Play with a soggy ball soaked in dog spit? I don't think so... So, the dog had to entertain herself, which she did to our amusement. She took a squeaky toy and laid down with it. She then proceeded to bite down on it every few seconds to make it squeak for a good 3-4 minutes. It was very funny! She also ate a bone. I didn't realize dogs actually ate bones - I thought they just chewed on them to...I don't know...exercise their teeth or something. Then, later, she was given a dog biscuit and buried that. The dog biscuit was bone-shaped, but I'm not sure the dog would pay any attention to that. I've heard of dogs burying bones, but not dog biscuits! *lol*

After dinner, my cousin, her boyfriend, and I walked down the road to the lake and took a walk on the beach. The lake was pretty warm and the weather was great. We walked down to the lake house our grandparents used to own and inspected it, then continued up the beach to the point we always used to walk when we were kids. We'd taken our flip-flops off and left them on a platform with benches leading down to the beach. When we got back, there was this completely gorgeous guy sitting right where we'd left our flip-flops under the bench. He was reading a book and listening to an iPod. So, we had to disturb him to get our flip-flops and got into a short conversation about how far we'd walked and landmarks along the beach. I really wanted to talk to him longer, but having nothing to say and no reason to continue being there, we left. And so, life continues to pass me by...

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The Lake.