"Right now we can't even let her out on the balcony unchaperoned, because she's threatened to jump and make a run for it. Just like a teenager, wanting to sneak out and party, right?"
If you think you can train a cat to do ANYTHING, you're deluding yourself. Read more →
When one reaches a certain age, birthdays seem to stop being such a big deal. For one thing, some of us don't enjoy being reminded that the years are ticking past. But it is what it is, and it happens to everyone. I had no specific plans at all for my birthday today, except that I changed my work schedule to take the day off, and Georges was able to take the morning off, too. The weather the past few days has been spectacular, and we got in the first picnic of the season yesterday at the Parc Monceau (us and a few thousand others). Today, we slept in a bit, then had a leisurely breakfast. On the spur of the moment, since Georges had some time left before he had to go to work, we went to a café nearby for a drink (since it wasn't lunchtime yet, that "drink" was fruit juice). That's where I spotted this calendar on the wall near the bar. Late this afternoon, a meeting with an association that focuses on saving historic sites around Notre Dame; I tried NOT to do any locks business today but some things are just too important. Then,... Read more →
I haven't made it to the gym in the past two weeks (last week we had La Gastro in the house and this week I've been doing the press junket for No Love Locks) but I've sure had my walking shoes on, running all over town to be interviewed on bridges, running letters to mayoral candidates and seeing friends. As usual, I have my trusty iPhone camera at the ready. Here's some of what I've seen on my walks. In a park near the Canal Saint Martin, I entered the park grounds and the air was suddenly filled with the scent of hyacinth! I wish I could describe what a lift that gave me, that sudden sweet change in the air quality; to go frrom the usual gritty Parisian city air, to air that smelled like spring in my mother's back yard in rural New Jersey. One of the locks in the Canal Saint Martin. That footbridge is one that does have some locks on it now, but that nice couple up there was only looking - not locking. She was taking a photo so I guess I was in her picture, too! I went to the annual Paris Salon... Read more →
Five days after my marathon 26-hour first date with my darling Georges, I found myself walking down the Rue de Mont Cenis in Montmartre. It was the weekend of the annual Fête du Vendange or Wine Harvest Festival, and that Saturday was the big parade. I was on my way to meet him at the Mairie/Jules Joffrin, where I would be introduced to Le Garçon for the first time, as we planned watch the parade together. I had my head in the clouds, I was so excited to see Georges again, and a little nervous about the prospect of meeting one of the children (I would end up meeting all three before the day was out, but thankfully I didn't know that when I set out that afternoon, or I might have stayed home, cowering under the covers!) And then, as I got nearer to our meeting point, I just happened to look down at the sidewalk... and saw THIS. I knew right then and there, it was a good omen. Oh, how right I was. ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ Happy Valentine's Day, le coeur de mon coeur. Thank you for making every... Read more →
... to make me explode like this, using some kind of video app on his new iPod Touch. This is what I get for spend so much time goofing around on my computer while sitting in bed. Too funny! Read more →
Never in my wildest imagination did I think there would one day be a child in my life who would ASK, no BEG, to eat THIS. This, that looks like something I once dissected in 10th grade biology class (and is part of the same animal). He keeps asking me to taste it (he bugs me about never having eaten an oyster, too), but I just can't bring myself to do it. I had enough trouble keeping my lunch down while heating this up for his dinner (his papa wasn't home in time for dinner tonight, or he'd have done it since he knows how I feel about it)... and believe you me, I will never again be at the same table as this particular dish. (Et si ma belle-soeur lit ça: merci pour PAS servir ce truc pendant les vacances, LOL!) French people eat weird stuff. And yes, I know they think the same thing about Americans and, say, peanut butter. Although they now seem to love cheeseburgers and cupcakes over here. Chacun à son goût. Have you guessed what it is? Read more →
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