The title is in honor of the French woman next to me on the bus who saw me reading English and asked if I was British or American and could I help her with a definition – the word was miscellaneous…
I walk down the sidewalk thinking and suddenly I have to push Andy Rooney back into a box in a recess of my mind. My blog makes me think in Andy Rooney speak sometimes… did ya ever….
It’s a tense time right now. Nope, not terrorists. My last days in France. I find I am consciously trying to avoid any catastrophes…. I have slipped and fallen twice and am being so careful to not a third time. But other catastrophes rear up in my mind. As I was leaving the apartment today and holding my keys in my hand, I had this image of the keys slipping out of my hand as I was pulling the door shut, falling inside the apartment while the momentum closed the door and thereby locking myself out of my apartment. I must have a special little man in my brain (see previous blogs for explanations re the little men… and the French and American/English librarians…) whose only job is to be fearful. With an active imagination! Fortunately, he is usually back in a nice room with ice cream and he rarely comes out to worry me.
I am also discovering a relaxation of a tension that I wasn’t very aware of. It’s the “get out of speaking French free card!” And I thought I loved this experience. I DO love this experience. But my brain is apparently looking forward to a few months of just one language. HA! Little does it realize – I still have TV 5 – the French channel on Xfinity and I have 3 French novels I want to finish. There will still be French spoken! And I might join Alliance Francaise again too.
I have a birthday upon me. The reality is that I am actually older than the day would suggest – meaning that when you reach your first birthday, you are actually starting your second year of life. It’s funny because centuries are done the same way – we are now in the 21st century. I don’t like this. Makes me feel old.
It has been cold here still. Yesterday in the Metro, I saw my breath. Yikes. That just isn’t right. Well, not on the platform itself, but down the corridor to get there. Brrrr
I was sick with a bad cold over NYE so my plans to spend it with a friend evaporated. Instead I sat on the couch hacking and coughing but I did stay up for midnight. This year Paris had a light show projected on the Arc de Triomphe followed by fireworks. It was televised so I enjoyed. Then I suddenly remembered how the airplanes flew over my apartment on the 14th of July for the Parade down the Champs Elysees. And I rushed to my window and yup! I could see the fireworks! It was sooooo cool.
My cold is almost gone. I am meeting all my friends for the final conversations for this visit. And in the midst of that, I am trying to get to sites I have not seen and pack.
I hate packing.