This is such a strange question to ask a person – “How are you?”
This word ARE. How ARE you? The book tells me that ARE means “Second person singular and plural and first and third person plural present indicative of be”
And I wonder why my international student farmers look at me – mystified – when I ask them how they are – How they be. To be. It is almost too personal to be asked. “How are you?”
Are you well? Well? Are you well? Don’t trip and fall down the well then, because well, for goodness sake, you will not be well at all then, if you fall down a well. Good grief.
Txiki the Grumpy.
I love my international students but I have to admit a wee bit of relief to be finally back in my own English speaking kiwi head. They say English is hard to learn but I can think of harder languages. Part of the enjoyment of my visitors is a New Zealander teaching a French man how to speak English while living in America.
But How are You, really?
I’m good, thank you so very much for asking, a little anxious about Poppy who is close to farrowing but not too tired this week. Wondering when the buyer of the piglets will come before they sink right into the mud. Enjoying the rain on the last batch of new trees. The summer is over, I had good help but I and am enjoying these first few days of absolute quiet after saying good bye to my last summer farmer.
Today I begin my bi-annual colourful clean up diet. One has to every now and then. Celi’s colourful diet has no white food. No flour, no sugar, no rice, no potatoes. (Yes, bread is off the menu for some time now) Though of course all my cheeses are exempt though they are glossy white.
And 15,000 steps a day to begin.
My daughter is encouraging me to start slowly this year so this week it is no flour and no sugar. Just to begin.
And how are you? How do you BE? If you don’t mind me asking such a personal question – “How is your Being?”
I hope you have a lovely day.