Just some Journal Jumble in June.
So the year's already half way over. That phrase alone sickens me. I have no idea where the time went. The last few months have been hectic.... and now with the days longer, and the weather nicer bearable, I'm spending much more time outdoors. I don't even want to get into the bureaucracy issues that I've been facing lately, because I don't want this post to turn into a negative post against France. I don't want to dissuade those who haven't been here, it is a great country.... it's just freaking hard to live in it.
Cheek leaves for the States in exactly one month. I am still somewhat in denial that she is going to board a plane alone and fly across the Atlantic Ocean, alone, at 9 years old. What an opportunity for her. Her little passport already has been stamped in four countries, and she hasn't even reached double digits. I am hoping that all I do for her will turn out in a positive way... I wouldn't wish being a single mother on anyone, but there is something to be said for those women who do it well. I am finally getting used to the fact that we are 3. I am only a single mother legally speaking now.
The day she leaves is Bastille Day in France. We'll be taking the train up on the evening of the 13th, and seeing her off on the morning of the 14th. The rest of the weekend will be one of those cliché romantic weekends in Paris. I'm really excited though because up until this point I've either done Paris alone, with friends or with family. I've always had that secret desire to spend time in Paris with someone I love. Our weekend is already booked with debauchery... We will see what Bastille Day is like in Paris, followed by a fancy dinner at the Buddha Bar. Sunday we plan on touring museums, english bookstores, St. Germain de Près upon my request, and of course kissing on top of the Tour Eiffel. :) Eh hem... right.
That following friday we're off to Morocco!!!!! Fifteen days!!!! I am so excited!!!!! Just the 2 of us and a guide, trekking the Atlas mountains with a donkey, and a rucksack. We also plan on spending a night or 2 in Marrakech to shop and treat ourselves to a nice hotel. I've wanted to do this kind of trip for a long time, and I finally have the opportunity to do it because Cheeks will be away with the family.
After that no trips are planned... everything is just kind of up in the air at the moment. I think before she leaves we'll be spending a day or 2 in Sarlat in the Dordogne. A quaint medieval city about 2 hours away from us. Then there's also the Christmas holidays where The Brit will be coming with me to meet the family and meet the city of New Orleans. Ha. Too early to talk about all of that though.
I've been so utterly and completey lazy lately. I haven't wanted to cook, organise or do anything productive. The heat plays a huge factor in my lethargic state. When it's not raining the highs are around 28-30 degrees C (around the low 80's). I need to get my creative side working again though, especially with this new house in the works. I've been given the job of 'interior designer'for all the the apartements to be sold, and of course ours. I can't wait to move i together, and neither can Cheeks.
This upcoming weekend is our last weekend in Cap Ferret. The weekend after we move all of his furniture and boxes out, and into another property of his father's. I'm really feeling depressed at the loss of that house. We, as a family, have grown so much. Albeit is has been a burden to him and his father because it was the sale of this house that enabled them to buy 'ours', I look at it in a different light. I don't think we would have the relationship that we would have today if it weren't for that 'burden'. Between me and my 50m2 apartement with no privacy, and him staying with his parents for the time being, we really have had no where to blossom. Except for CF. I truly do believe that everything happens for a reason. At least we got some great weekends at the beach out of it.
Well I leave you now to go cook. I am trying to get back to posting again, but writers block has once again taken control of my thoughts. Nothing that comes out seems good anymore, if anything comes out at all.
Lately my mind is just a blank canvas dying to be painted on.
Ciao,
Oiseau
o,O
Cheek leaves for the States in exactly one month. I am still somewhat in denial that she is going to board a plane alone and fly across the Atlantic Ocean, alone, at 9 years old. What an opportunity for her. Her little passport already has been stamped in four countries, and she hasn't even reached double digits. I am hoping that all I do for her will turn out in a positive way... I wouldn't wish being a single mother on anyone, but there is something to be said for those women who do it well. I am finally getting used to the fact that we are 3. I am only a single mother legally speaking now.
The day she leaves is Bastille Day in France. We'll be taking the train up on the evening of the 13th, and seeing her off on the morning of the 14th. The rest of the weekend will be one of those cliché romantic weekends in Paris. I'm really excited though because up until this point I've either done Paris alone, with friends or with family. I've always had that secret desire to spend time in Paris with someone I love. Our weekend is already booked with debauchery... We will see what Bastille Day is like in Paris, followed by a fancy dinner at the Buddha Bar. Sunday we plan on touring museums, english bookstores, St. Germain de Près upon my request, and of course kissing on top of the Tour Eiffel. :) Eh hem... right.
That following friday we're off to Morocco!!!!! Fifteen days!!!! I am so excited!!!!! Just the 2 of us and a guide, trekking the Atlas mountains with a donkey, and a rucksack. We also plan on spending a night or 2 in Marrakech to shop and treat ourselves to a nice hotel. I've wanted to do this kind of trip for a long time, and I finally have the opportunity to do it because Cheeks will be away with the family.
After that no trips are planned... everything is just kind of up in the air at the moment. I think before she leaves we'll be spending a day or 2 in Sarlat in the Dordogne. A quaint medieval city about 2 hours away from us. Then there's also the Christmas holidays where The Brit will be coming with me to meet the family and meet the city of New Orleans. Ha. Too early to talk about all of that though.
I've been so utterly and completey lazy lately. I haven't wanted to cook, organise or do anything productive. The heat plays a huge factor in my lethargic state. When it's not raining the highs are around 28-30 degrees C (around the low 80's). I need to get my creative side working again though, especially with this new house in the works. I've been given the job of 'interior designer'for all the the apartements to be sold, and of course ours. I can't wait to move i together, and neither can Cheeks.
This upcoming weekend is our last weekend in Cap Ferret. The weekend after we move all of his furniture and boxes out, and into another property of his father's. I'm really feeling depressed at the loss of that house. We, as a family, have grown so much. Albeit is has been a burden to him and his father because it was the sale of this house that enabled them to buy 'ours', I look at it in a different light. I don't think we would have the relationship that we would have today if it weren't for that 'burden'. Between me and my 50m2 apartement with no privacy, and him staying with his parents for the time being, we really have had no where to blossom. Except for CF. I truly do believe that everything happens for a reason. At least we got some great weekends at the beach out of it.
Well I leave you now to go cook. I am trying to get back to posting again, but writers block has once again taken control of my thoughts. Nothing that comes out seems good anymore, if anything comes out at all.
Lately my mind is just a blank canvas dying to be painted on.
Ciao,
Oiseau
o,O