In all our married life, I have been the one who packs the bags. I've always been very good at it and even when we traveled with the four children, we never had much baggage. If we were not staying with family (and their laundry facilities) we always managed to stop at hotels or in towns that had laundromats. Now, we always have a tube of detergent for washing by hand and as soon as we stop anywhere long enough or dry enough to allow whatever it is to dry before packing again, we do a little wash.
The thing is that, until a few years ago, I didn't need to think about all this until a day or so before the trip. Then, for some unknown reason, I started to panic as I was packing. This time I'm not panicking, but I must admit that having Paul participate in the preparation has been stressful for me. Aside from the very last-minute stuff, we are packed. In fact, the suitcases were ready for filling a full 3 weeks before. We've got lists that I compiled into a single list, but I've felt pressured beyond all reasonableness to do all this long before we need to. Not all the pressure has been bad -- we have been to see our doctors; we've had or have scheduled vaccinations; filled our prescriptions well in advance. We've done our reading. If we were leaving tomorrow, I'd say we could manage that. But we're not leaving tomorrow!
We don't need the same wardrobe. That helps. Here, it's cold and rainy. There, it'll be summery and, we hope, the dry season. I say it's cold, but really it's not that cold these days. You can feel spring is on the way. The forsythia is in bloom and there's a reddish tint on some budding bushes and trees and light green on others. When we get home, it'll be a completely different scene!
We haven't been completely immersed in the upcoming trip, though. We went to see the play "L'amour, la mort, les fringues" (Love, Loss, and What I Wore) by Nora Ephron last Tuesday. It was excellent. Minimal set, five excellent actresses, and a story women can all relate to: "what I was wearing when...." or what dilemmas we've faced, like stockings (or later, panty hose), lipstick, the first bra, shoes, handbags, and so on. From the laughter in the audience, I could hear that men know our story pretty well, too. This was one of our Christmas gifts. We've got another show coming up in April.
We also went to the movies last week, to see "Les femmes du sixième étage", which we enjoyed very much. The setting in Paris in the 1960's seems perfect. I arrived in Paris in the early '70s, but the bourgeois apartments with the maids' rooms on the top floor were still just that. It wasn't until a little later that most of the maids' rooms were rented out to students or bought up by a single owner who tore down the walls and made beautiful little apartments up under the roofs. The attitudes towards the (mostly) Spanish maids are just what I remember. The Spanish maids replaced the Breton maids and were then replaced by the Portuguese maids, but by that time, it wasn't so much maids as it was cleaning ladies who worked for more than one family. I've had Portuguese cleaning ladies on and off, but more recently, it's been Eastern European women, although our most recent cleaning lady was French. She had come to the conclusion that she could make better money house cleaning. She left us when she had enough customers closer to her home and we decided, once again, to try to keep up with the housework on our own. From the looks of baby buggy pushers I see, it looks like the nanny market has been taken over by African immigrants. I guess if one had been thinking ahead and taking pictures of cleaning ladies, concierges, and childminders over the years, we'd have a nice history of social mobility. I doubt this movie will make it to the US, but if you have a chance to see it, do.
I met up for lunch with a couple of friends from my KDS days. That's always nice. P's son is in New Zealand and we had lunch the day after the Christchurch earthquake hit. He's ok, but I bet he'll consider earthquake zones negatively when it comes time to decide whether or not to settle somewhere. C's busy setting up her business; she's got a few contracts under her belt now, so she seems well on her way.
Last night, I got invited to see a play, "Les lois de la gravité". R got cheap tickets. It's a tiny theater, and it was packed. Packed and overheated. I thought the acting was very good, but that the play was stretched out a bit too long. After the play, we met up with S, who lives near the theater, and had a little talk-fest at the café across the street from her place. I didn't get home until a quarter to two! It was a fun evening.
Now, it's time to fix lunch!
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Busy first week of February followed by calm babysitting
The last week of January was busy. Nothing to write about, just generally busy. It was about the same with the first week of February. For example, on my birthday, I had to go into Paris for an appointment with the chiropractor, then to the travel agency to pay for the rest of our trip in March, home for lunch, an appointment with the rheumatologist, back to Paris with Paul to meet with Anne to go to the movies and then meet with Louis and Gwen to go out to eat for a birthday meal.
The movie was "The King's Speech", which just opened on the 2nd, so we got to see it on its first day out. It was worth all the hype, but I do wish there were less hype. They talk and write so much about a film before it comes out that you often wonder if you need to see it, and if you do go, you're often disappointed because it's not all that fantastic. "The King's Speech" is a good movie, a good feel-good movie. The acting is excellent. I'm glad I went to see it.
We ate at L'Enoteca, a wine-bar restaurant in the Marais. We've gone there off and on in the past but not recently, so it was a treat. The food is good and the wine is excellent. Luckily, we did not drive into Paris because we certainly drank over the legal limit for driving. We got on the metro and had a nice invigorating walk home from the RER to clear our heads. I had a very nice birthday.
Thursday, I drove into Paris to pick up brochures, posters and other stuff for the AARO and AAWE booth at Expat Expo. I got home for lunch and then met one of the volunteers at the Parc Floral to set up our stand. It took all of 10 minutes once we got there. Getting there was not so easy. We came through the park and found the exhibit center at the very back of the park. The door was locked. After several attempts to catch someone's attention, we finally got help and were told to come around through the exhibitor's entrance, which meant going back out of the park and following the street even further back and come in and around through some parking lots. It was a long walk. Once we got the stand set up, we had to go back the same way to go back to our cars.
Friday morning, I rode my bike to the Parc Floral. This time, coming in the exhibitor's entrance and parking my bike right in front of the building was an advantage; the back entrance is nearer to home. The AAWE needed more space than AARO because of the books they have for sale, so we grabbed a second table and set that up. It was a strange exhibit. The booths, like ours, catered mostly to the expats (foreigners) in France, but most of the conference sessions were for French about to expatriate or just back. Strange.
What I really liked during the three days was seeing friends from AAWE and AARO who were manning the stand with me. Recruiting volunteers went very easily and we had plenty of people on hand.
When I got home on Sunday it was to news that Aurelia had the chickenpox and would I like to go to Northampton to babysitThat is not a question to ask me. It's a great excuse for me to cancel and postpone appointments and rush off, which I managed to do on Monday. So, I'm here watching Aurelia play, eat and sleep. In fact, I've been taking advantage of one of those naps to write this letter.
While I've been gone, Paul has been holding the fort. We had a new separation put in between us and the neighbor and new plantations to go with that. We are also having the attic insulation redone and that was supposed to start today, but it looks like it's being put off until next week.
That's all for now. I suspect that I won't be writing again until we're off on vacation.
The movie was "The King's Speech", which just opened on the 2nd, so we got to see it on its first day out. It was worth all the hype, but I do wish there were less hype. They talk and write so much about a film before it comes out that you often wonder if you need to see it, and if you do go, you're often disappointed because it's not all that fantastic. "The King's Speech" is a good movie, a good feel-good movie. The acting is excellent. I'm glad I went to see it.
We ate at L'Enoteca, a wine-bar restaurant in the Marais. We've gone there off and on in the past but not recently, so it was a treat. The food is good and the wine is excellent. Luckily, we did not drive into Paris because we certainly drank over the legal limit for driving. We got on the metro and had a nice invigorating walk home from the RER to clear our heads. I had a very nice birthday.
Thursday, I drove into Paris to pick up brochures, posters and other stuff for the AARO and AAWE booth at Expat Expo. I got home for lunch and then met one of the volunteers at the Parc Floral to set up our stand. It took all of 10 minutes once we got there. Getting there was not so easy. We came through the park and found the exhibit center at the very back of the park. The door was locked. After several attempts to catch someone's attention, we finally got help and were told to come around through the exhibitor's entrance, which meant going back out of the park and following the street even further back and come in and around through some parking lots. It was a long walk. Once we got the stand set up, we had to go back the same way to go back to our cars.
Friday morning, I rode my bike to the Parc Floral. This time, coming in the exhibitor's entrance and parking my bike right in front of the building was an advantage; the back entrance is nearer to home. The AAWE needed more space than AARO because of the books they have for sale, so we grabbed a second table and set that up. It was a strange exhibit. The booths, like ours, catered mostly to the expats (foreigners) in France, but most of the conference sessions were for French about to expatriate or just back. Strange.
What I really liked during the three days was seeing friends from AAWE and AARO who were manning the stand with me. Recruiting volunteers went very easily and we had plenty of people on hand.
When I got home on Sunday it was to news that Aurelia had the chickenpox and would I like to go to Northampton to babysitThat is not a question to ask me. It's a great excuse for me to cancel and postpone appointments and rush off, which I managed to do on Monday. So, I'm here watching Aurelia play, eat and sleep. In fact, I've been taking advantage of one of those naps to write this letter.
While I've been gone, Paul has been holding the fort. We had a new separation put in between us and the neighbor and new plantations to go with that. We are also having the attic insulation redone and that was supposed to start today, but it looks like it's being put off until next week.
That's all for now. I suspect that I won't be writing again until we're off on vacation.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
A quiet day at home
I haven't gone into Paris this week as much as I usually do. I have to go in tomorrow for lunch with some fellow board members of AARO and I went in on Tuesday, to the library, but that's it. When you stay home, you get sales calls. Paul accepted one and yesterday a couple of guys came over to tell us our roof beams were being eaten away by bugs and we needed to reinstall insulation, all for the "low" price..... You get the picture. So, this morning, Paul took a good look at the contract and had some reservations. He also took a good look in the attic and decided that the beams were fine (he checked by trying to poke a screwdriver in) and they did their calculation as if there were no insulation already there, so the savings between what we do have and what they want to replace it with will not be so great. That said, we are not entirely against investing in better insulation, just not at that price.
When Emma was still here, we went to see "Maison La Roche", a house designed by le Corbusier. It's not the first house of his I've seen. There's the Villa Savoye in Poissy that I visited a couple of years ago. Anyway, this Maison La Roche is very small. It was built with the Maison Jeanneret (Le Corbusier's brother's house) in a small impasse in the 16th arrondissement. La Roche was a bachelor art collector, so most of the space is his gallery. There is great use light. There's a roof garden that we could not see because it was raining. It's very inexpensive to visit, only €3. When you look out the back windows you could almost be in Philly, on Panama St. looking out at the courtyards and backs of the houses on Pine Street. We spent more time investigating the streets around the impasse trying to find the ones whose backs looked so nice to us.
When Emma was still here, we went to see "Maison La Roche", a house designed by le Corbusier. It's not the first house of his I've seen. There's the Villa Savoye in Poissy that I visited a couple of years ago. Anyway, this Maison La Roche is very small. It was built with the Maison Jeanneret (Le Corbusier's brother's house) in a small impasse in the 16th arrondissement. La Roche was a bachelor art collector, so most of the space is his gallery. There is great use light. There's a roof garden that we could not see because it was raining. It's very inexpensive to visit, only €3. When you look out the back windows you could almost be in Philly, on Panama St. looking out at the courtyards and backs of the houses on Pine Street. We spent more time investigating the streets around the impasse trying to find the ones whose backs looked so nice to us.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
The days are getting longer
Yesterday evening, as I was walking home, I noticed how pretty the clouds were. This was remarkable for two reasons: until late afternoon, it had been rainy and overcast and it was 5 p.m. (17h. in local lingo). 5 and still light out! I ducked into a shop to pick up some things for dinner and it was night when I came out, so the days are not long, yet, but they are getting noticeably longer and that is a great sign.
Tuesday, Emma came home for a little break in her activity. She and G. are going from place to place around France picking up ideas and techniques and looking for a place where they might settle for a while. They find the places to stay via an association: Wwoofing (http://www.wwoof.fr/). This might interest some of you in the States who keep saying you are looking for interesting ways of visiting France. In fact, the association is international, so it might be an interesting inexpensive way to visit lots of places in exchange for participating in the projects.
This afternoon, we're going over to Louis and Gwen's to see the latest work on their apartment, the bathroom. This should be about it, now. They can stop and breathe a little while before they get the urge to sell and move on.
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