It's a gray and rather chilly, slightly rainy day in Paris. The calendar says August but it feels more like April. I'm here at the house, making some pizza for me, Georges and the Little Guy after our afternoon movie, Wall-E (go see it!) Later, I've got laundry to do and a computer to rebuild (my hard drive apparently has a bad sector or something, and needs to be replaced; fortunately I was able to salvage most of my files, but not all -- the wedding photos are safe, though!)
Today, after the movie, I got to walk home hand-in-hand with the Little Guy while Georges ran an errand. We walked through Montmartre, down rue des Abbesses, past the foot of Sacre Coeur, and winding down small side streets until we arrived at home.
Last night, we had all three kids here, for an early birthday dinner for Georges and la Fille, who both have birthdays next week but due to the vacation plans of all three kids, we won't have everyone together at that time. Georges prepared a yummy meal, I went out and selected a gooey strawberry cream cake, and there were even a few presents.
It's just a typical weekend in Paris. Nothing extraordinary. Nothing exotic. No museums. No hanging out where the tourists are flocking. Not even Paris Plage. Just us. At home with the family. This wasn't the "normal" I was anticipating, a year ago at about this time... but it's the "normal" I've chosen.
And I couldn't be happier.
