Ohhh. That makes it sound very NASA-ish. Coming back to the States is not quite an alien experience but I do miss Paris.
It’s only been two weeks plus one day. It feels longer… and not…. Just crazy. Got back on Wednesday afternoon. Several disruptions I would have been happy to avoid but that’s life: Garage door opener – broken springs (2) fixed on Thursday for $600+, slow leak in rear tires – two tires later at $300, dishwasher broken $700+, back slider is really hard to move – handyman next Saturday for a lot of money plus time to get new sinks as the porcelain is wearing out – handyman and more money. He’s happy I am back!
This after the extra bag charges for Delta. The allowance is one free, next one $100 and third more like $200. But that’s cheaper than shipping. The final number at the airport was 22.9 kg, 22.0 kg and 22.3 kg. Whew. Max is 23 kg. And btw, always ask them to weigh in kg because that gives you a little bit more than the 50 lb limit. And my Delta AMEX card which gives me free bags domestically doesn’t help for international. The United Visa gives me the second bag on international flights free. About the best thing I can say about United…
Most amazing: NO JET LAG. None. Nada. Zip. Sure – I might have woken up about 2 or 3am, but that’s normal on a normal night. And what is normal for jet lag is to wake up at 3am and be WIDE awake since that is noon in Paris. So jet lag means you can’t go back to sleep. Your body is ready for action! Time for lunch or a walk or something other than sleeping.
But not this time. Went right back to sleep every night immediately. Why? If I really knew the secret, I’d patent it. But I think it was because I had so much to do – arrange for all those repairs, and doc appointments and routine car maintenance. AND travel down to Visalia to see my sister who is recovering from a stroke. So one day here and the next on the train south. Stayed there 4 nights and back here and then back down there 3 days later. I think that is going to be the routine for a few weeks. (She is doing VERY well – speech great and progressing from a wheelchair to walker to using a cane!)
What’s best about the return? The clothes dryer! And a washer that is easy on the clothes versus the one in Paris. And of course the dryer is nonexistent in Paris. I was very disappointed about the dishwasher – I was so looking forward to not having to wash and dry dishes by hand. But no. On the other hand, I have been patiently waiting for that dishwasher to break – it was here when I bought my house in 2003. And it wasn’t new at that time. The new one is not a high end fancy bells and whistles machine but it is so quiet that I only knew it was working at first because the timer on the front was changing minutes…
Total Wine is a great store for wine. I went to stock up on my French wines. I don’t really drink a lot and usually not alone and usually with meals. I got a Chinon, a Brouilly, and a rose from Provence. And after watching the news, I opened the Chinon. It was necessary.
Because of my travel schedule, I wasn’t eating well during my first week back. Finally had time to buy food and prepare a meal. So I have changed after two 9 month stints in Paris. I was quite surprised. I made a chicken breast with wine sauce and champignons…. Oh. Mushrooms. And as I looked at the plate, I thought to myself, It looks tasty. And I could slice it up nicely and arrange it on my plate and put the sauce just so… OMG! I never thought anything like that for a meal I made for myself. It was scary! I shared the story with a friend who said I was a foodie. Oh God Forbid! Me? A Foodie? I won’t go that far, but I will say, oui, I have a different attitude to food.
Coming back also includes medical appointments. Spent the day at Kaiser for a variety of things, including getting a hearing aid fixed. Yes. I have a hearing aid. I got it when I worked for a company that was totally paranoid. The senior team of which I was a member would have meetings where everyone whispered. I would be saying, What? What? So I had my hearing tested – they said, you’re border line. I said I need to hear the whispers. But I didn’t wear it often in Paris. Sometimes crowd noise would be too loud – so I’d take it out and then I just didn’t seem to need it. Come back here and it’s like I am at the bottom of a well. What’s up with that? But it had stopped working – a Kaiser gal fixed a broken wire and I am now good to go. But why do I need it in the US more than in France? I think Americans mumble.
A French friend facetimed me my first week back. I thought it was someone else and just answered without thinking. Then I realized it was Francois. Yikes. Early morning here and I am not sure I had even combed my hair. FT can be dangerous! So I held the phone as far away as I could so my early morning hair and face would be as small as possible. And then he started speaking FRENCH. QUOI? My brain stalled. It was the feeling you got when the teacher announced a pop quiz. Huh? I hadn’t prepped for that! Yikes. Fortunately, it came back. But we did speak more in English.
However, this evening, I went to an open house for a new law firm a dear friend is starting. And there I met a French woman. And yes, I just started speaking French with her and it was wonderful! Maybe soon I will stand up and believe I speak French! (I also added TV5 to my Xfinity lineup so I can watch the French shows.)
And for the three of you who said you have read every blog, please email me your physical address so I can send you your prize! I hadn’t forgotten! Cheaper to mail from here than Paris.
Notice I have stayed away from politics… except for the need for wine? I’ll just say I am so proud of those National Park Service employees who have started altNPS Facebook and Twitter accounts and refuse to be silenced on climate change and science in general. This is nuts.
I have been called a global resident. I love that. And an English friend posted on FB that she wants me back to being an American Abroad soon! I agree with her. We will see how the health of everyone progresses.