Nope, that’s not a guy I met. At least so far… It’s French for stone. Today I went to the mineral show of Paris. I had gone last year. I have an affinity for stones and crystals. Lest you think I am too woo-woo, I will respond, I am just woo-woo enough. I’ve got a Masters degree in HR and several other detours to other degrees that ended in dead ends (including law school). And a successful career as an HR executive. Obviously, one foot is firmly planted in the real world. And the other has several toes dangling in various interesting artistic, intuitive, and yes, woo-woo ponds.
Really. Stones are a benign hobby. Far less worrisome than if I suddenly started collecting AK47s. And joined the NRA. Let’s have some perspective here!
But a digression. Last summer I had a significant event in my life, the details of which are immaterial for this blog. Suffice it to say, I had an understanding about my life for the next 6, maybe 9, heck, maybe 12 months. I had to be unfailingly honest, non-evasive. Not that I wasn’t these things already…. Most of the time. Now it was an imperative. Oh yeah. And I have to say yes. What I mean is if some opportunity is presented to me, I can’t whiffle waffle, I must just say yes. Even when things appear contradictory, I must say Yes. I have some very interesting business opportunities ahead of me, things I am quite excited to do. But then I received the offer of the apartment sitting gig. Yes. Now maybe that doesn’t sound like a difficult choice, but it was in a way. Great excitement and potential in the business things. So I said Yes to 3 more months in Paris and am trying to co-author a book in a transatlantic fashion. Yes. Yes. Yes.
So here I am at the show, wandering. Looking for another ring, perhaps. Or a crystal that calls my name. (No, I don’t heard voices in my head – it’s a analogy (methaphor?) for intuition.) I saw some rose quartz hearts. I am a sucker for these. I buy them whenever I see them and give them as gifts to friends. So I stopped and ended up in a conversation with the owner of the booth, Kim. She has a delightful English accent. Strangely enough, she immediately spoke to me in English. I thought my French disguise must have been a failure. I realized shortly that she spoke to everyone in English as her French wasn’t that good. But after a few sentences, she saw through me and said you sound American! Nice little conversation. I had wandered away from the table with my little tray of hearts and made it back around to her booth, saying, I was sure you realized I wasn’t walking off with your product. Her response was what mine would have been – “well, if someone takes something, I figure they were expected to have it so I let it go.” I kept browsing and ended up with a few items, including an interesting crystal. She told me she had taken quite a time that morning deciding whether to put that crystal on sale or not. She finally moved it to the back, thinking no one would notice it. But I did. When I asked how much, the price was 35 euros by weight. She told husband Bob to give it to her friend Marcie for 25. Then she said, “Do you want to work in the booth? You can have it for free.” Seems she wanted both a female companion for the day (she was tired of husband Bob’s male energy) and she wanted someone who spoke French better than she did. I said but I have a tango lesson today! (Let’s keep priorities straight!) She said what about tomorrow?
Remember that digression? What could be my answer? No other choice but yes. She gave me a worker’s badge and tomorrow I will walk in and join them at the booth. My new UK stone friends. Sounds like a ball.
And tango?, you ask. The tango blog has to wait for another day. I am exhausted. Rock show to Tango to Sauveurs Salon (a food show) and home now drinking my Chinon wine. Drinking the Chinon not the Sancerre because I destroyed the Sancerre cork somehow. I am taking the bottle back to the shop tomorrow for their assistance. I finally made it to the wine store! And besides the wine I also purchased, I have a bottle of white port sitting on the table from the Expo. Miam Miam.
I’ll just say that the better one becomes at tango, the fewer stops there are and fewer rest breaks. Sigh. My choice of appetizers was pistachios. Getting them out of the shells is almost too much work!