The fishpond in Balboa Park

The fishpond in Balboa Park

Monday, October 6, 2014

lundi

non, y'a pas de truc
l'amour, la joie, le soleil, retirés de la vie
reste plus rien

Passe aux moyens.

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

truc du jour, mardi

mardi, mardi, ehhh, bon, il y a toujours le fourrure très doux de Bandersnatch. Oui, et il reste quelques chocolats noir aux beurre de cacahuète de Trader Joe’s. Et la possibilité de bien dormir – je vais tenter ça une fois de plus. Faut y croire.

Plus loin, il y a du bridge. Mais c’est bien loin. Jeudi. 
Pas facile de se projeter jusqu’au jeudi. 

Fear of Happiness

Yep, if it's in the New York Times, it's official.
The fear of happiness is a real thing.
Somehow I knew this. I know somebody with a serious fear of happiness. If only he'd been able to deal with that earlier.
So people: don't say no to happiness when it comes and knocks on your door. Don't tell it to go away, or chase it down the street.
I'm not saying to pursue your personal bliss to the exclusion of other things in your life, or at the expense of others. But when the sun smiles at you, smile back. It's alright to have a little happiness.

Monday, September 29, 2014

Dormir

Je sais qu’un jour, tôt ou tard, je vais bien dormir.
J’adore dormir, et ça m’agace de me réveiller à 3h de mat’ puis rester éveillée jusqu’au 6 à tourner à droit, à gauche, mettre le chat dehors. Je ne veux que dormir 8 bonnes heures, bien tranquilles. Ca m’agace de me mettre au lit épuisée, physiquement crevée, pour ensuite tourner en rond dans la tète deux ou trois heures encore.
Dormir.
C’est trop à demander ?

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Back home again.

You heard some about the trials of travelling – suffice to say it was a good thing I left myself Sunday to recover. Did a couple loads of laundry, picked up fresh food for the week at the market, mowed the lawn, trimmed the roses, ripped out the peas, piled the rotten apples onto the compost heap, sorted the mail, and just hung out at home.
But Monday, well, it’s back to WORK. All my work has been waiting for me. Oh, yes, some of it now gets shunted off to the back-up cadre while I’m gone, but she has her own work and 90% of mine is waiting for me. It’s like an anti-vacation, all this catching up.
So I’m plunging in. Things to do every evening of the week, too, except Monday. Meet my cat-guy, apples for M, get to the bank before they close, groceries (catfood! low on catfood!), bridge tonight and tomorrow and Sunday, friends Saturday (with, yes, a bit of bridge in there). And the Rotary on Wednesday.
Thank goodness for the Rotary. I don’t think I even have any friends but one who are not either work-related or bridge-related or Rotary. Or some combination. And bridge, much as I’m a fan (as you can see), all the bridge club people know JP. I can go to my Rotary meeting, and be back to my single-person status of a year ago without much of anyone batting an eye. So, more good acquaintances that proper friends, though that’s coming. I’ll get more involved in the various events this year. There are plenty of them, and they all need organizing. I hate organizing, but I am sure there is something else I can do.

Hopping from one thing to another, I barely have time to sit on my couch and notice how roomy it is, for one person. Now if only I could sleep.