I am sitting in my mother's kitchen, catching up on email, relishing the quiet moment. I suddenly let the sounds around me invade my concentration...snoring! My mother is in bed snoring, and Grace is next to me on the floor snoring. I don't dare move for fear that I will wake either one. And waking one seems to have a domino effect.
I got my mother some tea and toast before taking Grace out, so she was set for a while. I took Grace for her morning run about an hour ago. She is set for a while. I would like to take a shower, but if I get up from the table, everyone else will be awake. Good time to write some thoughts down.
Since arriving in Saratoga 8 days ago, I have been struck by one thing over and over- We forget how lucky we are! We forget to acknowledge how close to the edge we really are! We forget to be grateful for what we have.
My mother had her hip replaced. The care she received at Saratoga Hospital did very little to assist in her recovery. She was let fall to the floor the first day after surgery. She was given a transfusion, but the blood did not go into her veins, only under her skin. She looks like Popeye with a bruised forearm. The shifts of staff did not communicate one to the next. No one knew what meds she should have been taking, was given or not given. She was violently ill from the pain meds. Not figuring out that it was the pain meds that caused her to be so ill kept her in the hospital for 4 extra days while she suffered terribly. They sent her home convinced it was her blood pressure meds and told her to take 1/2 dose even though her BP was already elevated. At some point, she just stopped fighting them and played possum to get out of there. I am thankful she is home, and recovering faster (except for the cold that I passed along...).
The other day, I took Grace out for a walk, she stopped to smell something. I looked down and saw $11. I smiled, thought I might buy that laser toy for her that I had seen the previous day, and put the money in my pocket. My mother reminded me of how much that money could mean to someone who needed it. It could be dinner for two nights. It could be lunch money for 3 days. And I was thinking of a laser toy for Grace. How lucky I am!
B called to ask if I would give feedback on his resume. I am grateful for a healthy son, a son who has made some very good choices, a son who is thinking about his future, and a son who would like my feedback (sometimes!!). I only have to look at the news or talk to others to know that none of that is a given!!!
So, while the rest of the house snores- resting as best as their nasal passages will let them- I remember to be thankful for those in my life, and remind myself how lucky I am!
Blue skies!
06 November 2010
04 August 2010
Good Grace-ous!
It has been one month since we got Grace. We are all still adjusting to a new life style. One where I have to be aware of how long it has been since the dog went to the bathroom. Does she need to go out again? One where I keep looking around to see where she is. Did she run down the street again? One where we reinforce everything with food and a pat on the head. One where I have to wonder who will be home when so that there is someone to watch Grace or let her out. One where I wonder if we played with her enough today, did she have enough socialization, enough training?
On my! This is like being a new parent all over again! There are "accessories" - toys, leashes, collars, toys, name tags, nail clippers, toys, wet brushes, dry brushes, toys, rawhide, treats, dry food, wet food, biscuits, toys, "high value treats", portable gates, a large dog crate, toys, bedding, dog dishes, water bottles, toys, training pads, and more toys. I went to visit my mother last weekend. I had one small overnight bag. The rest of the car was filled with things for Grace!
Since being on an antibiotic for an infection, she rarely has an accident in the house, and I don't have to take her into the backyard at 4am anymore, but I still keep track of when was the last time she went to the bathroom. I don't have to use a timer anymore to remind me to take her out though.
Going to a lake for the day required a separate bag for Grace. We got very lucky because the people at the table next to us had a dog that liked to play as much as Grace does. They entertained each other all day! Just like we used to do with kids! Lots of paraphernalia and bring a friend along.
Last night she had her first "playdate". OMG. I can't believe I've taken my dog on a playdate! Someone from her obedience class invited her over...I don't recall taking B on a playdate...but here I am with a dog that gets invited out! I do remember wondering, when B was little, if he was getting enough stimulation. Now I wonder if Grace is.
Just like when B was a new baby, and I sometimes I felt as if I was doing all the "work" and his father got to take him out to show him off; I feel it sometimes now. I do all the work and the worrying, and vet appointments and everyone else gets to pet her and take pride in her. I can't let myself get too carried away by that feeling!
And just like taking a new baby out in a stroller, when I take Grace for a walk, we meet people who stop and tell me how pretty she is, and wonder how old she is, and how big she will get. I respond to their questions with pride and add more details about how smart she is, how wary she is of loud sounds and many people. I hardly recognize myself!
With Grace's arrival in our house, I remember how hard the first months of parenthood were as if they were yesterday, and how with each passing day it got easier and more fun. I am keeping my fingers crossed that Grace progresses towards being a great dog, that Jeff comes to like dogs a little more, that Eleanor doesn't think dogs are quite so stupid, that Skittles learns to tolerate the dog and that B and I can be a kind, caring trainers. No small order!
Blue skies!
On my! This is like being a new parent all over again! There are "accessories" - toys, leashes, collars, toys, name tags, nail clippers, toys, wet brushes, dry brushes, toys, rawhide, treats, dry food, wet food, biscuits, toys, "high value treats", portable gates, a large dog crate, toys, bedding, dog dishes, water bottles, toys, training pads, and more toys. I went to visit my mother last weekend. I had one small overnight bag. The rest of the car was filled with things for Grace!
Since being on an antibiotic for an infection, she rarely has an accident in the house, and I don't have to take her into the backyard at 4am anymore, but I still keep track of when was the last time she went to the bathroom. I don't have to use a timer anymore to remind me to take her out though.
Going to a lake for the day required a separate bag for Grace. We got very lucky because the people at the table next to us had a dog that liked to play as much as Grace does. They entertained each other all day! Just like we used to do with kids! Lots of paraphernalia and bring a friend along.
Last night she had her first "playdate". OMG. I can't believe I've taken my dog on a playdate! Someone from her obedience class invited her over...I don't recall taking B on a playdate...but here I am with a dog that gets invited out! I do remember wondering, when B was little, if he was getting enough stimulation. Now I wonder if Grace is.
Just like when B was a new baby, and I sometimes I felt as if I was doing all the "work" and his father got to take him out to show him off; I feel it sometimes now. I do all the work and the worrying, and vet appointments and everyone else gets to pet her and take pride in her. I can't let myself get too carried away by that feeling!
And just like taking a new baby out in a stroller, when I take Grace for a walk, we meet people who stop and tell me how pretty she is, and wonder how old she is, and how big she will get. I respond to their questions with pride and add more details about how smart she is, how wary she is of loud sounds and many people. I hardly recognize myself!
With Grace's arrival in our house, I remember how hard the first months of parenthood were as if they were yesterday, and how with each passing day it got easier and more fun. I am keeping my fingers crossed that Grace progresses towards being a great dog, that Jeff comes to like dogs a little more, that Eleanor doesn't think dogs are quite so stupid, that Skittles learns to tolerate the dog and that B and I can be a kind, caring trainers. No small order!
Blue skies!
24 July 2010
The Shoemaker's Children
Would you hire someone to do your internet marketing who doesn't have a web site? Would you hire someone who wants to do your social media marketing who doesn't seem to tweet much? This is the classic case of the shoemakers children not having any shoes, or more like the shoemaker going barefoot!
What have I been doing? I am making shoes for other people. I am doing the work I want to do for my next career. I am helping small businesses to improve their internet presence and evangelizing about the need to change the way they are marketing their businesses- magnets vs. bullhorn.
Want to see some of my work? Wonder what it looks like?
Here are some of the businesses that I am working with:
fifty south
Laurel Siegel
Lolo's Sweets
Spirer Jewelers
Medford Farmers Market
World Computer Exchange
The work includes consulting on updating web sites, new website design, ghost Facebook and Twitter posts, customer loyalty programs, search engine optimization, writing new content, and html programming.
I am grateful to each of the businesses for their willingness to try new things on the internet, even when it is not perfectly clear to them what it all means. In some cases it is a leap of faith in me and what I can do for them. It is greatly appreciated.
One of my favorite work sessions happened last week. Conference call with accomplished Web Designer, Paul Chessare, and Restauranteur, Kim Klopstock. Sensitive critiques, good creative ideas bounced around, great team work, and in the end a list of action items for the next step in the process. Each person bringing their skill set to the table, and the whole is definitely bigger than the sum of the parts. I like working like that!
But pretty soon, I need to start making shoes for myself. Need to put the leather to the pavement. So keep me in mind when you hear of new business opportunities, and I'll keep you posted on my "new shoes".
Blues skies!
What have I been doing? I am making shoes for other people. I am doing the work I want to do for my next career. I am helping small businesses to improve their internet presence and evangelizing about the need to change the way they are marketing their businesses- magnets vs. bullhorn.
Want to see some of my work? Wonder what it looks like?
Here are some of the businesses that I am working with:
fifty south
Laurel Siegel
Lolo's Sweets
Spirer Jewelers
Medford Farmers Market
World Computer Exchange
The work includes consulting on updating web sites, new website design, ghost Facebook and Twitter posts, customer loyalty programs, search engine optimization, writing new content, and html programming.
I am grateful to each of the businesses for their willingness to try new things on the internet, even when it is not perfectly clear to them what it all means. In some cases it is a leap of faith in me and what I can do for them. It is greatly appreciated.
One of my favorite work sessions happened last week. Conference call with accomplished Web Designer, Paul Chessare, and Restauranteur, Kim Klopstock. Sensitive critiques, good creative ideas bounced around, great team work, and in the end a list of action items for the next step in the process. Each person bringing their skill set to the table, and the whole is definitely bigger than the sum of the parts. I like working like that!
But pretty soon, I need to start making shoes for myself. Need to put the leather to the pavement. So keep me in mind when you hear of new business opportunities, and I'll keep you posted on my "new shoes".
Blues skies!
20 June 2010
I am throwing my hat in the ring.
What do the Medford Farmers Market, Daniel Spirer Jewelers, and the World Computer Exchange have to do with each other? With me? Have in common?
We have been home for three weeks now. We have gotten things in order- we said hello, thank you , and goodbye to our WONDERFUL renters, Janet and Charlie. We have gotten up to date on bills, doctors appointments. We have unpacked the things we stuffed into Eleanor's room for safe keeping, although there are still boxes of books in the upstairs hallway. We've participated in two yard sales to purge a little more of the unnecessary things. We've worked in the garden and contracted with a mason. We've caught up with the kids, friends and neighbors, and the larder is restocked. We have gotten the loose ends tied up and a new rhythm has developed.
I started getting the feeling about a week ago. The feeling that I needed to get some focus to my days, I needed to think about going back to work. I needed to make some decisions about which direction to take- start my own business, go to work for a large company, a small company? Needed to focus my energy and activity.
Three opportunities have popped up for me! The Medford Farmer's Market needed someone to do their on line Facebook and Twitter marketing, and maybe update their website/blogspot. No budget to pay, but I could do it. Next, Daniel Spirer Jewelers needed someone to update their internet presence. They would barter for services. Next, World Computer Exchange needed someone to provide input and resources for a big pledge drive and website update they are barreling towards. All but three staff members are volunteer. Things were coming into focus for me.
The need is there, as I saw it last summer. Small businesses, non- and not-for-profit organizations need to incorporate or update their online presence, but don't have the resources to pay the sometimes exorbitant fees that some companies are charging. They don't know who to believe about what services are effective for their product and market. What is also interesting is that, IMHO, larger businesses also have the need to spiff up their internet activities, but either don't see it, don't believe it, or don't know the value of it.
I am throwing my hat into the ring...
I want to bring organizations to the internet. I want them to see that it is not very expensive to polish their sites, communicate with customers, get their compelling stories out there. Even on a shoestring budget. It is more than a "snow job" by a slick sales person. It is not a passing fad. Internet and social media marketing are a business requirement.
Need a wide brimmed hat for those sunny blue skies!
We have been home for three weeks now. We have gotten things in order- we said hello, thank you , and goodbye to our WONDERFUL renters, Janet and Charlie. We have gotten up to date on bills, doctors appointments. We have unpacked the things we stuffed into Eleanor's room for safe keeping, although there are still boxes of books in the upstairs hallway. We've participated in two yard sales to purge a little more of the unnecessary things. We've worked in the garden and contracted with a mason. We've caught up with the kids, friends and neighbors, and the larder is restocked. We have gotten the loose ends tied up and a new rhythm has developed.
I started getting the feeling about a week ago. The feeling that I needed to get some focus to my days, I needed to think about going back to work. I needed to make some decisions about which direction to take- start my own business, go to work for a large company, a small company? Needed to focus my energy and activity.
Three opportunities have popped up for me! The Medford Farmer's Market needed someone to do their on line Facebook and Twitter marketing, and maybe update their website/blogspot. No budget to pay, but I could do it. Next, Daniel Spirer Jewelers needed someone to update their internet presence. They would barter for services. Next, World Computer Exchange needed someone to provide input and resources for a big pledge drive and website update they are barreling towards. All but three staff members are volunteer. Things were coming into focus for me.
The need is there, as I saw it last summer. Small businesses, non- and not-for-profit organizations need to incorporate or update their online presence, but don't have the resources to pay the sometimes exorbitant fees that some companies are charging. They don't know who to believe about what services are effective for their product and market. What is also interesting is that, IMHO, larger businesses also have the need to spiff up their internet activities, but either don't see it, don't believe it, or don't know the value of it.
I am throwing my hat into the ring...
I want to bring organizations to the internet. I want them to see that it is not very expensive to polish their sites, communicate with customers, get their compelling stories out there. Even on a shoestring budget. It is more than a "snow job" by a slick sales person. It is not a passing fad. Internet and social media marketing are a business requirement.
Need a wide brimmed hat for those sunny blue skies!
27 May 2010
It all started with a purchase in Holland...
Neither Jeff nor I are big shoppers. Jeff probably less so than I am, at least as far as flea markets are concerned. Up until now, we have not bought anything during our travels for ourselves. So, while I was wandering through the small holiday weekend market in Delft, I didn't expect to see anything of interest. Aisle #2 had it. A beautiful collection of Art Nouveau! I was immediately drawn in. I eyed a beautiful platter. The vendor tried to draw me in. I looked at Jeff, whispered that I *really* liked it! and then walked away. Fast forward 20 min, and a few more vendors stalls. I went back to buy the platter, hoping it would still be there. It was. The vendor was willing to negotiate. He won, I won!
When we arrived in Brussels, I noticed that there were several buildings in our neighborhood that had beautiful Art Nouveau architectural details. Hmmm. I just bought an Art Nouveau platter, then I find myself in a turn of the century neighborhood with lots of good examples. We stopped at an information center to pick up maps and I asked about the prevalence of Art Nouveau details.
Victor Horta lived and worked extensively in Brussels at the turn of the century. I never heard of him. We got a map of an Art Nouveau architecture walk. When we got back to the apartment, I looked up Horta. He was a MAJOR influence in the Art Nouveau movement, particularly in Brussels.
I have added some pictures of the unbelievable examples of Art Nouveau architecture!!
23 May 2010
They threw out the Catholic Church and then...
Update to original blog: Mercer survey puts Amsterdam as #12th ranked city to live in in the world!!!
Tomorrow morning we will leave The Netherlands. What an amazing country and culture! Here are some random thoughts that, taken in the aggregate, tell a story:
They threw out the Catholic Church in the 1500's, and empowered the Protestants (Calvinist).
They have welcomed and integrated a wide variety of non-Dutch cultures.
They have legalized marijuana and hashish, purchased in coffee houses, in small quantities.
The vast majority of the Dutch speak English, including the bathroom matron in McDonalds!
They give priority to bikes on the roads.
They still have a queen.
The prime minister often goes to the square outside the government buildings to have a beer at the end of the day (we are told...).
They have the best social pension plan in the world (I read in the International Herald Tribune).
They have a thriving international economy.
My friend Jan Allex de Roos lives here.
May 22 it was still light out at 9:45 pm.
The average temperature during the hottest months of July and August is 71 F. (per Wunderground)
Vermeer, Rembrandt and Escher were Dutch.
The End of the Story.
We have loved The Netherlands!
Blue skies!
Tomorrow morning we will leave The Netherlands. What an amazing country and culture! Here are some random thoughts that, taken in the aggregate, tell a story:
They threw out the Catholic Church in the 1500's, and empowered the Protestants (Calvinist).
They have welcomed and integrated a wide variety of non-Dutch cultures.
They have legalized marijuana and hashish, purchased in coffee houses, in small quantities.
The vast majority of the Dutch speak English, including the bathroom matron in McDonalds!
They give priority to bikes on the roads.
They still have a queen.
The prime minister often goes to the square outside the government buildings to have a beer at the end of the day (we are told...).
They have the best social pension plan in the world (I read in the International Herald Tribune).
They have a thriving international economy.
My friend Jan Allex de Roos lives here.
May 22 it was still light out at 9:45 pm.
The average temperature during the hottest months of July and August is 71 F. (per Wunderground)
Vermeer, Rembrandt and Escher were Dutch.
The End of the Story.
We have loved The Netherlands!
Blue skies!
21 May 2010
Bikes are Boss
I'm updating this post to include this link to the photos of bikes that I posted on Facebook.
We had a hard time trying to find a hotel room in Amsterdam. All the internet sites we tried showed nearly every hotel as being sold out for the dates we wanted. The rooms that were available were $700+ or the reviews were so bad we couldn't ignore them. Finally we found a site that had apartments for rent for short term. There was an apartment, reasonably priced, in a good neighborhood, with good reviews!
It was a great apartment- updated, fully stocked kitchen, private bath, large room with beds, a big table to eat on and a couch and coffee table and a beautiful double door to a garden! Perfect, except for one thing- the street is very residential and the parking is limited and very expensive. The manager told us to take our car to the Olympic Stadium parking lot, go through the middle ticket gate marked P+R (Park and Ride) and take our ticket to the parking garage office. They will give us 2 bikes to use while we are in Amsterdam- FREE!
We couldn't believe our ears! We had already figured out that "bikes are boss" in Amsterdam. They have their own lanes in the streets, including separate traffic lights, they have the right of way in the large traffic circles, they have bike racks everywhere for parking- which are always full!
So we got outfitted with our bikes, and locks and have happily been joining the swarms of people who use bikes for transportation.
Just think of what you do in and with your car, and Amsterdammers do it on their bikes- text, talk on the phone, eat lunch, go grocery shopping, pick up kids from school, go on a date! It is wonderful!
The bikes come in a wide variety of models, but there is a basic black, single speed, no hand brakes model that is most prevalent. The bikes are equipped with bells. There are bikes for one person that have large woven baskets in the front, or plastic baskets strapped to the back, bikes that have huge box cars in the front for up to 4 children, or a week's worth of groceries for those 4 children! Bikes can also have small seats for children in the front or the back or both- smaller seats in front of the rider usually include a little windshield. 99% of the riders do not wear helmets.
You can imagine what it might be like trying to find your black bike amongst several thousand other black bikes. People personalize their bikes with plastic flowers, ribbons, paint, or decorate their baskets. Most bikes have interesting locks- ones that close through the back tire's spokes so the wheel won't turn and then big thick chains with a lock for the rest of the bike.
Whatever the color, whatever the size or shape of the bicycles, this city is one of the best for its promotion of bicycle use. We keep wondering if there is a connection between the Amsterdammers' generally sunny disposition, their overall fitness, their perfect posture and their use of bicycles!! We believe there is!
We had a hard time trying to find a hotel room in Amsterdam. All the internet sites we tried showed nearly every hotel as being sold out for the dates we wanted. The rooms that were available were $700+ or the reviews were so bad we couldn't ignore them. Finally we found a site that had apartments for rent for short term. There was an apartment, reasonably priced, in a good neighborhood, with good reviews!
It was a great apartment- updated, fully stocked kitchen, private bath, large room with beds, a big table to eat on and a couch and coffee table and a beautiful double door to a garden! Perfect, except for one thing- the street is very residential and the parking is limited and very expensive. The manager told us to take our car to the Olympic Stadium parking lot, go through the middle ticket gate marked P+R (Park and Ride) and take our ticket to the parking garage office. They will give us 2 bikes to use while we are in Amsterdam- FREE!
We couldn't believe our ears! We had already figured out that "bikes are boss" in Amsterdam. They have their own lanes in the streets, including separate traffic lights, they have the right of way in the large traffic circles, they have bike racks everywhere for parking- which are always full!
So we got outfitted with our bikes, and locks and have happily been joining the swarms of people who use bikes for transportation.
Just think of what you do in and with your car, and Amsterdammers do it on their bikes- text, talk on the phone, eat lunch, go grocery shopping, pick up kids from school, go on a date! It is wonderful!
The bikes come in a wide variety of models, but there is a basic black, single speed, no hand brakes model that is most prevalent. The bikes are equipped with bells. There are bikes for one person that have large woven baskets in the front, or plastic baskets strapped to the back, bikes that have huge box cars in the front for up to 4 children, or a week's worth of groceries for those 4 children! Bikes can also have small seats for children in the front or the back or both- smaller seats in front of the rider usually include a little windshield. 99% of the riders do not wear helmets.
You can imagine what it might be like trying to find your black bike amongst several thousand other black bikes. People personalize their bikes with plastic flowers, ribbons, paint, or decorate their baskets. Most bikes have interesting locks- ones that close through the back tire's spokes so the wheel won't turn and then big thick chains with a lock for the rest of the bike.
Cycling under Delft Blue Skies!
14 May 2010
The Ride of My Life!
We were just visiting my sister and sister-in-law who moved to Italy 2 years ago after living in Taipei for nearly 30 years. The move to Italy came as a surprise, and it was all the more shocking that they bought a house on top of a mountain, built into the side of the hill, on a terrace that is not more than 20 feet wide.
To get to their mountain home you have to drive, up. I had driven to visit them 2 years ago and had not forgotten the drive. So, on this bright sunny morning when we set out from Antibes, France to drive to their house, I didn't even offer to drive. I had told Jeff about the last time I drove there. I am sure he thought I was exagerating. (I inherited the ability to embellish from my mother.) Or maybe he forgot. But either way, I did not remind him. We stopped for gas along the way. I weakly offered to drive. “No, I'm fine to keep driving.” Phew!
We got to the city at the bottom of the mountain and started up. First town- the road was fine. Second town up the mountain, the road got narrower. We stopped for a coffee and stretch. Third town up, the road got narrower still and the white dividing line disappeared, and by the time we got to the fourth town, the road was barely wide enough for two small cars to pass each other. This forth town is perched on the top of the mountain, it is the bus terminus and has a population of 300 (which everyone swears is too high). It is so old, there aren't roads into the village, just covered walkways and tunnels. Cars park in one of two small town parking lots. The residents walk the rest of the way to their homes.
My sisters live above this village. From the car park, you have to look carefully to find it, but there is a paved cart path leading further up. The “road” hugs the side of the mountain the way that I was hugging the door handle, ready to jump out when the car went over the edge. The hairpin turns were so tight and narrow that Jeff couldn't make some of the turns and had to roll backwards half way through in order to go forward. I offered to get out and walk. In most places, the road did not have a guard rail. There were a few stretches that had them, but you could see huge dents in them! Sometimes the guardrail was an old stone wall about a foot high. There were several gaps in the wall...and there were more than a few memorials erected along the way.
The road climbs up and up and up. Turn after turn after turn. Just as Jeff was asking what to do if a car comes the other way, a car came around the bend. My heart stopped! Luckily, it was a small car like ours, and they hugged the mountain wall while we inched past hoping the road edges would hold. I didn't breathe again until we were safely back in the middle of the road. To think that we might meet a larger vehicle made my feet ache.
It really is a shame that I was so terrified in the passengers seat, and had no desire to be in the driver's seat. Either way I couldn't enjoy the breathtaking views of the mountains and valleys. There weren't any convenient touristy lookout points to pull into.
We couldn't even drive all the way to my sisters' house! The last turn to go up to their house is straight up and then their driveway is so narrow (jaw dropping drop offs ), and there isn't anywhere to turn around which would mean backing out! So instead, we park in front of a little chapel that is at the foot of their road. Of course in order to do that, you have to pull very close to the drop off to get far enough off the road so as not to block traffic (!). Made me want to light a candle in the chapel!
In the course of the 2 days that we were there, Jeff drove up that hill (and down again!!) 3 times. He drove it like a pro! And was such a sport to not ask me to share the driving until the day we were leaving, and we had descended past the narrowest roads, and I had loosened my death grip on the door handle.
Do you know that the sun came back out and the skies turned blue right about the same moment!!?? Are you surprised?
05 May 2010
I Woke Up in a Fog
In our wonderful third floor bedroom, the view is usually spectacular at 7am- the sun is just lighting the tallest of the trees on the facing hill and then it shines all the way down the valley. Today I opened by eyes and saw nothing. We were completely fogged in.
This was a test for me on our last day in Ansouis. Could I visualize the sunny morning view? Could I remember the first time seeing that hill at 7am, when except for the pines, the trees were still bare, waiting for the weather to warm up. Could I remember it from two days ago? The trees are nearly fully leafed out, the cherry blossoms have all fallen. The valley floor has become a lush green after being plowed and planted into straight rows. When the wind was so high yesterday, we could see the it ride across the green fields- that is how much they have grown since we came here five weeks ago.
It reminds me of a quote from William Edward Hartpole Lecky I found recently: "There are times in the lives of most of us when we would have given all the world to be as we were but yesterday, though that yesterday had passed over us unappreciated and unenjoyed." I hope that I will always appreciate and enjoy tomorrow's yesterday.
I also like the idea that I, in some silly way, am like the facing hills and valleys this spring. I arrived still a little weary from the winter and the rat race, and as we adjusted to the rhythm of life here, I grew a bit, struggled a bit, grew some more, took nourishment from the sun and rain, and history, and friendship and love that surround me here. And while I would love to stay longer and experience the next season here, I am also anxious to move on, to take the next step in the journey. To develop the bud that will become the blossom.
Alors, au revoir Ansouis. Merci et a bientot, j'espere!
Blue skies!
This was a test for me on our last day in Ansouis. Could I visualize the sunny morning view? Could I remember the first time seeing that hill at 7am, when except for the pines, the trees were still bare, waiting for the weather to warm up. Could I remember it from two days ago? The trees are nearly fully leafed out, the cherry blossoms have all fallen. The valley floor has become a lush green after being plowed and planted into straight rows. When the wind was so high yesterday, we could see the it ride across the green fields- that is how much they have grown since we came here five weeks ago.
It reminds me of a quote from William Edward Hartpole Lecky I found recently: "There are times in the lives of most of us when we would have given all the world to be as we were but yesterday, though that yesterday had passed over us unappreciated and unenjoyed." I hope that I will always appreciate and enjoy tomorrow's yesterday.
I also like the idea that I, in some silly way, am like the facing hills and valleys this spring. I arrived still a little weary from the winter and the rat race, and as we adjusted to the rhythm of life here, I grew a bit, struggled a bit, grew some more, took nourishment from the sun and rain, and history, and friendship and love that surround me here. And while I would love to stay longer and experience the next season here, I am also anxious to move on, to take the next step in the journey. To develop the bud that will become the blossom.
Alors, au revoir Ansouis. Merci et a bientot, j'espere!
Blue skies!
02 May 2010
Maximiser or Satisfiser
In the book I just finished reading, The Happiness Project, Rubin (see link in sidebar) gives definition to a personality trait which she then puts on a continuum. The end points of the continuum are The Maximiser and The Satisfiser.
Jeff is the Maximiser without hope. I am the Satisfiser embodied. Jane is a hopeless Maximiser. Bjorn is a more balanced Satisfiser. Ann is a Maximiser in denial, I guess. Which are you?
What is this trait???
The Maximiser-makes the optimal decision. Even if they see "one" that meets the requirements, they can't make a decision until after they've examined every option so they can make the best choice possible.
To illustrate in the extreme: The Maximiser wants to go out to eat. Eatery A looks good. Yes, but what else is there. Eatery B could be interesting. Yes, but what else is there. Eatery C comes recommended. Yes, but...iterate a few more times and then. "Let's go to Eatery B."
Sound like anyone you know?
The Satisfiser-makes a decision or takes action once their criteria are met. As they find "it" that has the qualities they want, they're satisfied.
Again, to illustrate in the extreme: The Satisfiser wants to buy a new car. She establishes her requirements (eco friendly, reliable, not too many miles, reasonable price). She goes to Car Place A. No car that meets all the requirements. Car Place B. Finds car that meets all the requirements. Buys car. No need to look any further.
Recognize anyone?
Most people fit someplace in between the extreme ends of the continuum. Happens to be that Jeff and I define the extremes. Imagine the two of us trying to make a decision together?
During this trip, the only times that we have snapped at each other is when we waited too long to start looking for a place to eat. Blood sugar levels had dropped precipitously. Jeff wanted to look at "just a few more menus" and I saw a place 5 blocks ago that looked fine and wasn't too expensive and couldn't figure out the need to keep looking. Didn't he understand how hungry and grouchy I was?
At first I thought that there was some invisible, secret formula that Jeff used for finding a place to eat, and I just didn't know what it was. How could it be that this place was okay, and that place was okay, but neither one was okay to eat at? So imagine the "aha!" moment reading the definitions of Maximiser and Satisfiser. I knew I had found the answer to my question. An opportunity to eat good food is too precious in Jeff's world to waste on the wrong decision about where to eat. He needed to evaluate as many places as possible before deciding.
At least now I understand that he has a need to look at ALL the options before deciding. We try to compensate for our mismatched buying traits by first of all, being aware of them, and secondly, I usually recuse myself from the restaurant decision making process, but we sometimes forget...and then people give us wide berth on the sidewalk. I am beginning to understand why Jeff can be so amazed by my credo of "Leap and the Net will Appear." (Thanks, Lib, for the card you sent to B with those words of wisdom on it. It is framed in our house!). It is just as foreign to Jeff as his approach is to me!
And on good days, each of secretly wishes that we were just a little more like the other, and feel gratitude that we offer balance to each other.
Blue skies!
Jeff is the Maximiser without hope. I am the Satisfiser embodied. Jane is a hopeless Maximiser. Bjorn is a more balanced Satisfiser. Ann is a Maximiser in denial, I guess. Which are you?
What is this trait???
The Maximiser-makes the optimal decision. Even if they see "one" that meets the requirements, they can't make a decision until after they've examined every option so they can make the best choice possible.
To illustrate in the extreme: The Maximiser wants to go out to eat. Eatery A looks good. Yes, but what else is there. Eatery B could be interesting. Yes, but what else is there. Eatery C comes recommended. Yes, but...iterate a few more times and then. "Let's go to Eatery B."
Sound like anyone you know?
The Satisfiser-makes a decision or takes action once their criteria are met. As they find "it" that has the qualities they want, they're satisfied.
Again, to illustrate in the extreme: The Satisfiser wants to buy a new car. She establishes her requirements (eco friendly, reliable, not too many miles, reasonable price). She goes to Car Place A. No car that meets all the requirements. Car Place B. Finds car that meets all the requirements. Buys car. No need to look any further.
Recognize anyone?
Most people fit someplace in between the extreme ends of the continuum. Happens to be that Jeff and I define the extremes. Imagine the two of us trying to make a decision together?
During this trip, the only times that we have snapped at each other is when we waited too long to start looking for a place to eat. Blood sugar levels had dropped precipitously. Jeff wanted to look at "just a few more menus" and I saw a place 5 blocks ago that looked fine and wasn't too expensive and couldn't figure out the need to keep looking. Didn't he understand how hungry and grouchy I was?
At first I thought that there was some invisible, secret formula that Jeff used for finding a place to eat, and I just didn't know what it was. How could it be that this place was okay, and that place was okay, but neither one was okay to eat at? So imagine the "aha!" moment reading the definitions of Maximiser and Satisfiser. I knew I had found the answer to my question. An opportunity to eat good food is too precious in Jeff's world to waste on the wrong decision about where to eat. He needed to evaluate as many places as possible before deciding.
At least now I understand that he has a need to look at ALL the options before deciding. We try to compensate for our mismatched buying traits by first of all, being aware of them, and secondly, I usually recuse myself from the restaurant decision making process, but we sometimes forget...and then people give us wide berth on the sidewalk. I am beginning to understand why Jeff can be so amazed by my credo of "Leap and the Net will Appear." (Thanks, Lib, for the card you sent to B with those words of wisdom on it. It is framed in our house!). It is just as foreign to Jeff as his approach is to me!
And on good days, each of secretly wishes that we were just a little more like the other, and feel gratitude that we offer balance to each other.
Blue skies!
29 April 2010
Off we start with buoyant heart (or Do the French go Topless at the Beach?)
We were invited to hike Les Calanques with B&A - avid hikers, who have a holiday house in the next town. From Squidoo.com I learned: "The blue waters of the Mediterranean run along the entire southern boundary of Provence, and include Les Calanques, a spectacular range of calcareous rocks almost like small fjords, just east of Marseille - and containing France's largest cliff (406m) at Cap Canaille."
B&A picked us up at 9am. We were all in good spirits, checking to make sure everyone had brought what they needed- hat, bathing suits, sunblock, clean clothes (we were going to stop in Aix-en-Provence on our way home for dinner), picnic lunch, water. Check, check, check.
The trails to Les Calanques are accessed from a small town, Cassis, which is about an hour's drive directly south to the coast. We found a good parking spot. Blue skies.
There is rarely a time that I start out on a trip that I don't sing (usually to myself, although Jeff and Bradford would certainly recognize it) a little ditty that my mother always sang in similar circumstances- "And off we start with buoyant heart and never a thought or care". I sang silently.
We went down a hill, from where we parked, on a road for a short bit to the start of the trail and then down another bit and came to a beautiful cove with blue green water. There were a few people for whom this was the end of the trail. They were going to stay here, sunbathe, picnic, swim. We started the next climb. We walked at a comfortable pace arriving at the top of the hill, winded, warmed. I was thinking "what are we going to do now that we have reached the top?" I had only to walk 20 steps more to see that the top was indeed the top, but we needed to go down the other side to get to the valley that led out to the next cove where we would stop for lunch.
I like to believe that I am a pretty good hiker. Two secrets: I am afraid of steep drops. My feet ache when I get close to an edge of any significant height. I am also, I discovered, very conditioned to think about "up" then "down" constitutes a hike. I play out my energy based on this conditioning.
The descent was STEEP and narrow with the drop off to the left. The larger rocks were worn smooth from millions of hikers, and the rest were small pebbles. There were many spots where I needed to put my hands down and lower myself over an edge or a drop. There was no way that I could step down without holding on. For the first half of the descent I could only look at my feet. The drop off was precipitous. Jeff kept waiting for me, and offering his hand, but my pride wouldn't let me take it, nor look him in the eye. The second half of the descent wasn't bad since there were no drop offs, just the path straight down. We got to the valley floor and walked through wonderful rock formations and trees to our destination.
Here it is. I always imagine that what I feel arriving at a place with spectacular scenery is what explorers or the Pilgrims must have felt.
If I thought that climbing down that steep descent was the toughest thing of the day, I had another thing coming. I had to figure out how to put on my bathing suit while standing on the beach surrounded by people! I know the burning question in readers' minds is "Is it true that the French sunbathe topless?". I am relieved to tell you that they do not. At least not at this beach. Well I wiggled and giggled and hopped and dropped until I had gotten out of my clothes and into my bathing suit.
Proof is in the picture- there are my clothes drying on the beach.
A swim in the frigid waters, a baguette with pate and tomatoes, and a little sunning was enough to recharge our batteries and start back.
We decided to walk back up the steep hill that we descended. Going up was nothing like coming down. We were up in two shakes of a lamb's tail. We decided to explore the top of the craggy peninsula. We walked up inclines, down inclines, looked over the edges (as close as I could get anyway). Here is one of the prettiest views I could get that shows the fjord-like characteristics of Les Calanques. We had had lunch at the water's edge, and had now climbed to the top for this view:
In spite of the spectacular views, my energy was waning. I needed to know "how much longer?" in order to set myself mentally. I remembered those long car rides as a kid where we all whined "Are we there yet??". This wasn't dissimilar to the conversation I was having in my head. But I couldn't bring myself to ask. Up hills, down hills, around the bends, up another hill, down another. We kept plodding on. I was tired. It is hard to keep going when you don't know how much further you have to go. We finally started down the last descent which actually had two more small ascents.
Getting back to the car felt great!
I had one more challenge for the day. We drove into the local town, Cassis, to have a look around. B&A showed us the main waterfront that was very pictoresque. We had a drink. When we got back to the parking garage, it was decided to change our clothes there in case we couldn't find anyplace to change in Aix-en-Provence. So, while snapping at Jeff that he didn't have to worry since he wasn't baring anything, I hid between cars and stripped off the day's hiking clothes and put on clean clothes for dinner.
B&A philosophized throughout the day how good it was for a person to reach beyond their known capabilities. Indeed! I have added another thing to my list of known capabilities- changing clothes on the beach and in parking garages!! Thanks, A!!
All under Blue skies!
B&A picked us up at 9am. We were all in good spirits, checking to make sure everyone had brought what they needed- hat, bathing suits, sunblock, clean clothes (we were going to stop in Aix-en-Provence on our way home for dinner), picnic lunch, water. Check, check, check.
The trails to Les Calanques are accessed from a small town, Cassis, which is about an hour's drive directly south to the coast. We found a good parking spot. Blue skies.
There is rarely a time that I start out on a trip that I don't sing (usually to myself, although Jeff and Bradford would certainly recognize it) a little ditty that my mother always sang in similar circumstances- "And off we start with buoyant heart and never a thought or care". I sang silently.
We went down a hill, from where we parked, on a road for a short bit to the start of the trail and then down another bit and came to a beautiful cove with blue green water. There were a few people for whom this was the end of the trail. They were going to stay here, sunbathe, picnic, swim. We started the next climb. We walked at a comfortable pace arriving at the top of the hill, winded, warmed. I was thinking "what are we going to do now that we have reached the top?" I had only to walk 20 steps more to see that the top was indeed the top, but we needed to go down the other side to get to the valley that led out to the next cove where we would stop for lunch.
I like to believe that I am a pretty good hiker. Two secrets: I am afraid of steep drops. My feet ache when I get close to an edge of any significant height. I am also, I discovered, very conditioned to think about "up" then "down" constitutes a hike. I play out my energy based on this conditioning.
The descent was STEEP and narrow with the drop off to the left. The larger rocks were worn smooth from millions of hikers, and the rest were small pebbles. There were many spots where I needed to put my hands down and lower myself over an edge or a drop. There was no way that I could step down without holding on. For the first half of the descent I could only look at my feet. The drop off was precipitous. Jeff kept waiting for me, and offering his hand, but my pride wouldn't let me take it, nor look him in the eye. The second half of the descent wasn't bad since there were no drop offs, just the path straight down. We got to the valley floor and walked through wonderful rock formations and trees to our destination.
Here it is. I always imagine that what I feel arriving at a place with spectacular scenery is what explorers or the Pilgrims must have felt.
If I thought that climbing down that steep descent was the toughest thing of the day, I had another thing coming. I had to figure out how to put on my bathing suit while standing on the beach surrounded by people! I know the burning question in readers' minds is "Is it true that the French sunbathe topless?". I am relieved to tell you that they do not. At least not at this beach. Well I wiggled and giggled and hopped and dropped until I had gotten out of my clothes and into my bathing suit.
A swim in the frigid waters, a baguette with pate and tomatoes, and a little sunning was enough to recharge our batteries and start back.
We decided to walk back up the steep hill that we descended. Going up was nothing like coming down. We were up in two shakes of a lamb's tail. We decided to explore the top of the craggy peninsula. We walked up inclines, down inclines, looked over the edges (as close as I could get anyway). Here is one of the prettiest views I could get that shows the fjord-like characteristics of Les Calanques. We had had lunch at the water's edge, and had now climbed to the top for this view:
Getting back to the car felt great!
I had one more challenge for the day. We drove into the local town, Cassis, to have a look around. B&A showed us the main waterfront that was very pictoresque. We had a drink. When we got back to the parking garage, it was decided to change our clothes there in case we couldn't find anyplace to change in Aix-en-Provence. So, while snapping at Jeff that he didn't have to worry since he wasn't baring anything, I hid between cars and stripped off the day's hiking clothes and put on clean clothes for dinner.
B&A philosophized throughout the day how good it was for a person to reach beyond their known capabilities. Indeed! I have added another thing to my list of known capabilities- changing clothes on the beach and in parking garages!! Thanks, A!!
All under Blue skies!
25 April 2010
Report from the Rooftop
My dear old friend JAdR visited us this weekend! What a sport to come all the way from Holland! (I have yet to figure out if the country is called Holland or if it is called The Netherlands?) I haven't seen him in 10 years when he visited us in Arlington!
JAdR seemed to like the rooftop terrace as much as we do! He is an avid birder and brought his super-duper Leica binoculars with him. (on the right, below)
From the rooftop, he was able to identify the birds that have fascinated us since we came here. There are swifts that circle and do aerobatics at lunch hour and early evening, until sunset. JAdR told us that they winter in Africa, mate "on the wing", and are aloft 80% of their lives. Phew!
He also identified white something'ed swallows (a.k.a. Martins). We spotted one nesting spot today- mud pockets up under the eaves of the terra cotta tiles of the house near the bakery.
JAd R also identified the nightingale singing in the brush that boarders the stream that runs through the valley. And domesticated pigeons. And some sort of dove that sounds almost exactly like a mourning dove. And titmouse.
JAdR also was the one to spot the wild boars running along a path that borders the vineyards in the valley. He thinks they were a mother, 4 babies (what do you call a baby boar?), with the father. Seems as though something startled them since they are not usually on the run during the day. Remember the man I told you about who put corn up near the hiking trail for the boars so they wouldn't come down to his fields? Well guess whose fields they were running along? We need to warn GT that they are ignoring his corn. The horse in the next field was very alert as the boars made their way away from some danger. It just stood there with its ears perked up and the tail up high.
Just after dusk last night, JAdR and I were watching the swifts do their tricks when we realized that bats were streaming out from under the roof tiles of the house behind ours. Like planes taking off from an aircraft carrier, one by one they emerged from each "chute" of tiles and flew off into the deepening night. Wow! Between the swifts and the bats, bugs do not have a chance in this area!
Now if you thought it was dangerous in the air, you-know-who also identified the bullfrogs in the local chateau's gardens. What a ruckus they were making!! (not clear who I am referring to, is it??) At this point in the year, there can't be many bugs left!
So while it may seem from my posts that all we are doing is sitting on the terrace, eating local olives and drinking pastis, we are also learning about the local animals that happen to cross our paths...Jeff is up there now, trying to get some pics and videos. Be sure to watch his site for his successes!
as reported from the rooftop, under Blue Skies!
Thanks, JAdR. We loved having you visit!!
JAdR seemed to like the rooftop terrace as much as we do! He is an avid birder and brought his super-duper Leica binoculars with him. (on the right, below)
He also identified white something'ed swallows (a.k.a. Martins). We spotted one nesting spot today- mud pockets up under the eaves of the terra cotta tiles of the house near the bakery.
JAd R also identified the nightingale singing in the brush that boarders the stream that runs through the valley. And domesticated pigeons. And some sort of dove that sounds almost exactly like a mourning dove. And titmouse.
JAdR also was the one to spot the wild boars running along a path that borders the vineyards in the valley. He thinks they were a mother, 4 babies (what do you call a baby boar?), with the father. Seems as though something startled them since they are not usually on the run during the day. Remember the man I told you about who put corn up near the hiking trail for the boars so they wouldn't come down to his fields? Well guess whose fields they were running along? We need to warn GT that they are ignoring his corn. The horse in the next field was very alert as the boars made their way away from some danger. It just stood there with its ears perked up and the tail up high.
Just after dusk last night, JAdR and I were watching the swifts do their tricks when we realized that bats were streaming out from under the roof tiles of the house behind ours. Like planes taking off from an aircraft carrier, one by one they emerged from each "chute" of tiles and flew off into the deepening night. Wow! Between the swifts and the bats, bugs do not have a chance in this area!
Now if you thought it was dangerous in the air, you-know-who also identified the bullfrogs in the local chateau's gardens. What a ruckus they were making!! (not clear who I am referring to, is it??) At this point in the year, there can't be many bugs left!
So while it may seem from my posts that all we are doing is sitting on the terrace, eating local olives and drinking pastis, we are also learning about the local animals that happen to cross our paths...Jeff is up there now, trying to get some pics and videos. Be sure to watch his site for his successes!
as reported from the rooftop, under Blue Skies!
Thanks, JAdR. We loved having you visit!!
23 April 2010
Dear Carlos,
Did you see my brother-in-law's comment the other day on my post? If you missed it, here it is again. I am paraphrasing- "I don't need to hear about flowers and food...tell us about the electric atmosphere around the soccer match between Lyon and Bayern."
I love my brother-in-law! He has been with our crazy family for more than 20 years! and is as enthusiastic about family connections today as he was when they were first engaged- that is to say, VERY enthusiastic! Really! and he is a die hard, lifelong soccer fan.
The last World Cup he got up in the middle of the night to watch the games live! Shouting "Gooooooooooaaaaaalllll" when his team scored. No matter that the rest of the house and the neighbors were asleep. When another one of our siblings and her family moved to England for a couple of years and became avid soccer fans, my brother-in-law finally had someone to talk to about soccer!
This posting is really a response to his request:
Dear Carlos,
Surely you know that neither Jeff nor I have a clue about soccer...but, not wanting to disappoint you on your one request...
When I saw your comment, I felt that I should at least figure out what it meant! I did a google search that told me that Lyon and Bayern were soccer teams. I followed a few more links and found out that there was a semi-finals match on Wednesday night at 8:45pm. Too bad we don't have a television.
Jeff had seen men lined up in the local Bar du Sports watching something on TV a different night. Possibilities. On Wednesday morning, I stopped in the bar and asked if they would be open and showing the match that night. "If there are people here watching, we will be open." Didn't sound like electric enthusiasm to me. It certainly wasn't contagious.
Later that afternoon I asked Jeff if he was up for going to watch the match. I preferred having Jeff's company to sit in the bar while I was watching the soccer match and drinking beer. He did not give off electric enthusiasm. But, Dear Carlos, it was Jeff who said at 8:45pm that night, "Let's go see if the bar is open."
The bar owner, his wife and son were sitting outside having their dinner when we arrived. They said they were closing soon, but what did we want. "We'd like to have a beer and watch the soccer match." They compromised and said they would stay open until half-time for us. Not exactly electric enthusiasm on their part, nor anyone else's in the town given that we were the only ones there! The bar owner chatted a bit with us during the game, asking who we wanted to win. Of course we said Lyon (the French team). He seemed pleased. But then we blew our cover when we asked if the fans waving the red and white flags were from Lyon. We had a 50/50 chance of guessing correctly. We guessed incorrectly. Opening the ignorance wound further, we asked if these were the semi-finals for the World Cup. "Uhhh, non..." These were the semi-finals for the European league, nothing to do with the World Cup.
I think you are getting the picture...we were not good lightening rods for the electricity. Not only are we ignorant of the game, the teams, the global interest, but we are in a town where people must watch the games at home instead of the local Bar du Sports.
We guzzled the last of our beer as the whistle blew for half-time. The bar owner turned off the lights (the only electricity we could report experiencing) and we went home. I don't know who won the game and who will advance in the Europa finals, but I do know that the team from Lyon is blue and the team from Bayern (which is Bavaria) is red.
In the dark, but under Blue Skies!
I love my brother-in-law! He has been with our crazy family for more than 20 years! and is as enthusiastic about family connections today as he was when they were first engaged- that is to say, VERY enthusiastic! Really! and he is a die hard, lifelong soccer fan.
The last World Cup he got up in the middle of the night to watch the games live! Shouting "Gooooooooooaaaaaalllll" when his team scored. No matter that the rest of the house and the neighbors were asleep. When another one of our siblings and her family moved to England for a couple of years and became avid soccer fans, my brother-in-law finally had someone to talk to about soccer!
This posting is really a response to his request:
Dear Carlos,
Surely you know that neither Jeff nor I have a clue about soccer...but, not wanting to disappoint you on your one request...
When I saw your comment, I felt that I should at least figure out what it meant! I did a google search that told me that Lyon and Bayern were soccer teams. I followed a few more links and found out that there was a semi-finals match on Wednesday night at 8:45pm. Too bad we don't have a television.
Jeff had seen men lined up in the local Bar du Sports watching something on TV a different night. Possibilities. On Wednesday morning, I stopped in the bar and asked if they would be open and showing the match that night. "If there are people here watching, we will be open." Didn't sound like electric enthusiasm to me. It certainly wasn't contagious.
Later that afternoon I asked Jeff if he was up for going to watch the match. I preferred having Jeff's company to sit in the bar while I was watching the soccer match and drinking beer. He did not give off electric enthusiasm. But, Dear Carlos, it was Jeff who said at 8:45pm that night, "Let's go see if the bar is open."
The bar owner, his wife and son were sitting outside having their dinner when we arrived. They said they were closing soon, but what did we want. "We'd like to have a beer and watch the soccer match." They compromised and said they would stay open until half-time for us. Not exactly electric enthusiasm on their part, nor anyone else's in the town given that we were the only ones there! The bar owner chatted a bit with us during the game, asking who we wanted to win. Of course we said Lyon (the French team). He seemed pleased. But then we blew our cover when we asked if the fans waving the red and white flags were from Lyon. We had a 50/50 chance of guessing correctly. We guessed incorrectly. Opening the ignorance wound further, we asked if these were the semi-finals for the World Cup. "Uhhh, non..." These were the semi-finals for the European league, nothing to do with the World Cup.
I think you are getting the picture...we were not good lightening rods for the electricity. Not only are we ignorant of the game, the teams, the global interest, but we are in a town where people must watch the games at home instead of the local Bar du Sports.
We guzzled the last of our beer as the whistle blew for half-time. The bar owner turned off the lights (the only electricity we could report experiencing) and we went home. I don't know who won the game and who will advance in the Europa finals, but I do know that the team from Lyon is blue and the team from Bayern (which is Bavaria) is red.
In the dark, but under Blue Skies!
21 April 2010
A Mental Exercise- Imagine that!
Close your eyes. Picture you are with one of your favorite people in the world...Now, picture spending 24 hours a day with that person for several months on end.
Imagine that for several of those months, you don't communicate with anyone else except to smile and send emails. Sometimes, you can manage a few words with strangers to get the food you want.
It varies which of you can speak the local language, but imagine that only one of you understands the local language at any given time. That person has to translate the menus, the road signs, the price of things, the labels in the stores, the hotel reception desks' questions, find the laundromat. As a result, imagine that you never leave each others' side.
Imagine how happy you would be for the company of others...not instead of, but in addition to, your favorite person.
Now, introduce some wonderful people into the picture...
One lady is nearly your mother's age, speaks your language, knows the strange land, and is willing to drive you places you can't easily get without a car, invites you to a garden party, and introduces you to more people who speak your language . She answers many questions about the local culture. Imagine that!
Another is a couple from another foreign land, but they speak your language, like to do some of the things you like to do- take pictures, hike, eat- and are willing to invite you to do those things in their car. Imagine that!
You are hiking through some strange lands and someone in a green wool shirt from a US Army Surplus Store, old enough to be your father, stops to help you interpret your walking map. Only one of you understands what he is saying (or at least most of it). He tells you all about the wild boars in the woods, you find out that he has visited more places in the US than you have, his wife was a teacher and he knows the Englishman who has rented you your house. You thank him profusely after the 30 min break from your walk. Then you are walking the next night and you see the nice man again. This time you get his name, he invites you to stop anytime before 7pm for an aperitif. You offer to invite him for dinner. Imagine that!
You need some herbs to make a dessert. You noticed a wonderful plant near your house. When you have all the ingredients assembled, you walk down the alley with scissors in hand only to find that the plant that you want for your dessert has been pruned to nearly nothing, but there is a bag full of the clippings. Two twenty-somethings are leaning against a car. You ask in the best version of the language you can, if you can take some. They think you are crazy, you think you are lucky and promise to bring some of the dessert for them to try. Imagine that!
You are expecting the couple from a foreign land for lunch. The water is suddenly cut off. In the best version of the foreign language, you go into the alley and ask what has happened. Women pop their heads out of upper story windows to say that they do not have any water either. You take a pitcher to the baker hoping to buy bread and ask for a jug of water. One of the twenty-somethings who works at the bakery gives you a new bottle of water instead. Imagine that!
and after being off for nearly 3 hours, the water comes back 30 min. before the couple arrives!! Imagine that!
You bring some of the dessert to the bakery to say thanks, and because you think they have never tasted polenta cake with lemon and rosemary topped with raspberry coulis. The two twenty-somethings happily accept the plate. They think it tastes "super!" They are happy. Imagine that!
Blue Skies! Imagine that! (and then talk to someone...!)
Imagine that for several of those months, you don't communicate with anyone else except to smile and send emails. Sometimes, you can manage a few words with strangers to get the food you want.
It varies which of you can speak the local language, but imagine that only one of you understands the local language at any given time. That person has to translate the menus, the road signs, the price of things, the labels in the stores, the hotel reception desks' questions, find the laundromat. As a result, imagine that you never leave each others' side.
Imagine how happy you would be for the company of others...not instead of, but in addition to, your favorite person.
Now, introduce some wonderful people into the picture...
One lady is nearly your mother's age, speaks your language, knows the strange land, and is willing to drive you places you can't easily get without a car, invites you to a garden party, and introduces you to more people who speak your language . She answers many questions about the local culture. Imagine that!
Another is a couple from another foreign land, but they speak your language, like to do some of the things you like to do- take pictures, hike, eat- and are willing to invite you to do those things in their car. Imagine that!
You are hiking through some strange lands and someone in a green wool shirt from a US Army Surplus Store, old enough to be your father, stops to help you interpret your walking map. Only one of you understands what he is saying (or at least most of it). He tells you all about the wild boars in the woods, you find out that he has visited more places in the US than you have, his wife was a teacher and he knows the Englishman who has rented you your house. You thank him profusely after the 30 min break from your walk. Then you are walking the next night and you see the nice man again. This time you get his name, he invites you to stop anytime before 7pm for an aperitif. You offer to invite him for dinner. Imagine that!
You need some herbs to make a dessert. You noticed a wonderful plant near your house. When you have all the ingredients assembled, you walk down the alley with scissors in hand only to find that the plant that you want for your dessert has been pruned to nearly nothing, but there is a bag full of the clippings. Two twenty-somethings are leaning against a car. You ask in the best version of the language you can, if you can take some. They think you are crazy, you think you are lucky and promise to bring some of the dessert for them to try. Imagine that!
You are expecting the couple from a foreign land for lunch. The water is suddenly cut off. In the best version of the foreign language, you go into the alley and ask what has happened. Women pop their heads out of upper story windows to say that they do not have any water either. You take a pitcher to the baker hoping to buy bread and ask for a jug of water. One of the twenty-somethings who works at the bakery gives you a new bottle of water instead. Imagine that!
and after being off for nearly 3 hours, the water comes back 30 min. before the couple arrives!! Imagine that!
You bring some of the dessert to the bakery to say thanks, and because you think they have never tasted polenta cake with lemon and rosemary topped with raspberry coulis. The two twenty-somethings happily accept the plate. They think it tastes "super!" They are happy. Imagine that!
Blue Skies! Imagine that! (and then talk to someone...!)
20 April 2010
All the details I never told my mother...
I'm making up for it in this one post!
This posting is for my mother, and anyone else who likes "all the details" as much as she does (at least she says she likes the details, and she patiently listens to them!!)
Ansouis is a small village in Provence, in the Luberon Forest. Here is a small map, because my brother-in-law asked for more maps...
Agrandir le plan
Here are some pics of our temporary home. Our house is about 2/3 of the way to the chateau at the top. If you squint, you can see it...
The first floor has a combined living/dining area, with a great fireplace, and a nice big eat in kitchen. The kitchen has big windows that open to the street, narrow as it is. We usually eat breakfast in the kitchen and dinner in the living area or on the terrace. At night, Jeff cooks dinner and I build a fire (it's cold!). We have to go outside to get to the "cave" where the firewood is. It is a wonderful space under the house with vaulted ceilings, but you have to access it through a "hobbit door" which is hard when carrying a basket full of wood!
Up the steep stairs on the right to the second floor ... a nice big office space with a balcony looking down into the dining area. This also works well as a laundry chute! Jeff and I work at the desks and practice yoga in here- the only space big enough for the both of us, and that has carpeted floors. The rest of the house has tiled floors which are cold this time of year. The second floor also has a guest bedroom in it. So far unused (We missed you EGFT and RBT), but JAdR will be visiting us next weekend, if the planes fly from Eindhoven. Yahoo!
Up the steeper stairs to the third floor which we believe must be a converted attic. The first and second floors have ~17ft ceilings, whereas the third floor is so low that there is only a narrow stretch of the bedroom where we can stand up to our full height. We have to remember to stay bent over or risk bumping our heads on the exposed beams. We have forgotten many times, particularly in the middle of the night! The only way that Jeff can stand up to his full height in the bathroom is to put his head through the skylight! Also on the third floor is the BEST part of the house- the terrace. The view is of the verdant valley and opposite hills, and the afternoon light and sunsets are unforgettable
There is a washing machine in the kitchen. We have to carry the clothes (in the wonderful market baskets!) to the third floor terrace where we have opened the drying racks. We need to plan our laundry according to the weather. I don't think many people have dryers. Everyone has some sort of rack they can attach to their upstairs windows and hang their laundry from there to dry.
The set of directions that came with our rented house warned us to lock the front door even if we were home; and if we were going out, we should lock the front door, shutter the door and lock BOTH locks on the shutter. If we didn't, the insurance policy would not cover any damage. When we go for a walk at night, all the houses, and the 4 businesses in the village are tightly shuttered (windows AND doors!), and the narrow streets and stair cases are so brightly lit you can barely see the stars. Maybe that is why people shutter their windows- to block out the light from the street lamps! There isn't a local police force. I don't know where the closest one is, but today we noticed a sign at the outskirts of town that said the town is under video surveillance.
The house is nicely appointed! It has a wonderful book collection, a nice stereo that is easily heard throughout the house, wifi, a printer, comfortable chairs and couches to enjoy every area and a kitchen and spice rack that are keeping Jeff happy! We are really lucky, and are appreciating every minute!!
Blue skies!
This posting is for my mother, and anyone else who likes "all the details" as much as she does (at least she says she likes the details, and she patiently listens to them!!)
Ansouis is a small village in Provence, in the Luberon Forest. Here is a small map, because my brother-in-law asked for more maps...
Agrandir le plan
Here are some pics of our temporary home. Our house is about 2/3 of the way to the chateau at the top. If you squint, you can see it...
The first floor has a combined living/dining area, with a great fireplace, and a nice big eat in kitchen. The kitchen has big windows that open to the street, narrow as it is. We usually eat breakfast in the kitchen and dinner in the living area or on the terrace. At night, Jeff cooks dinner and I build a fire (it's cold!). We have to go outside to get to the "cave" where the firewood is. It is a wonderful space under the house with vaulted ceilings, but you have to access it through a "hobbit door" which is hard when carrying a basket full of wood!
Up the steep stairs on the right to the second floor ... a nice big office space with a balcony looking down into the dining area. This also works well as a laundry chute! Jeff and I work at the desks and practice yoga in here- the only space big enough for the both of us, and that has carpeted floors. The rest of the house has tiled floors which are cold this time of year. The second floor also has a guest bedroom in it. So far unused (We missed you EGFT and RBT), but JAdR will be visiting us next weekend, if the planes fly from Eindhoven. Yahoo!
Up the steeper stairs to the third floor which we believe must be a converted attic. The first and second floors have ~17ft ceilings, whereas the third floor is so low that there is only a narrow stretch of the bedroom where we can stand up to our full height. We have to remember to stay bent over or risk bumping our heads on the exposed beams. We have forgotten many times, particularly in the middle of the night! The only way that Jeff can stand up to his full height in the bathroom is to put his head through the skylight! Also on the third floor is the BEST part of the house- the terrace. The view is of the verdant valley and opposite hills, and the afternoon light and sunsets are unforgettable
There is a washing machine in the kitchen. We have to carry the clothes (in the wonderful market baskets!) to the third floor terrace where we have opened the drying racks. We need to plan our laundry according to the weather. I don't think many people have dryers. Everyone has some sort of rack they can attach to their upstairs windows and hang their laundry from there to dry.
The set of directions that came with our rented house warned us to lock the front door even if we were home; and if we were going out, we should lock the front door, shutter the door and lock BOTH locks on the shutter. If we didn't, the insurance policy would not cover any damage. When we go for a walk at night, all the houses, and the 4 businesses in the village are tightly shuttered (windows AND doors!), and the narrow streets and stair cases are so brightly lit you can barely see the stars. Maybe that is why people shutter their windows- to block out the light from the street lamps! There isn't a local police force. I don't know where the closest one is, but today we noticed a sign at the outskirts of town that said the town is under video surveillance.
The house is nicely appointed! It has a wonderful book collection, a nice stereo that is easily heard throughout the house, wifi, a printer, comfortable chairs and couches to enjoy every area and a kitchen and spice rack that are keeping Jeff happy! We are really lucky, and are appreciating every minute!!
Blue skies!
17 April 2010
If it is Tuesday, This Must Be Ansouis
Ansouis, France. It is one of the prettiest towns in France, so says the sign at the entrance to the village. Population 1100. I don't know where they all are, but the pamphlet from the local tourist office has this statistic.
We are getting into the swing of life here, creating our own rhythm that is not discordant with the local life. It took us a few tries...
The day we needed to go to the post office we realized that is isn't open on Wed. morning. We went back in the afternoon only to discover that while it opened at 2pm. it closed at 4pm. We arrived at 4:10. Otherwise it is open from 10-12, 2-4:30. M, T, Th, Fr.
The Tabac, where we needed to buy a phone card since the public telephones don't take coins and our cell phones are too expensive to use here, isn't open at all on Thurs, but is open the other days with a mid-day closure from 12:00-4:00. It sells, besides tobacco products and telephone cards, birthday cards, the International Herald Tribune for $5, maps of walking paths and road maps of France, coffee table books of the area, magazines and postcards.
The bakery (the most important of all!!!), opens early in the morning, takes the customary mid-day break and then opens again from 4:00-7:00- unless she runs out of bread in which case she closes. And she is closed on Sunday afternoons after 12:30. She sells machine made baguettes, hand made baguettes, artisinal baguettes, cookies and fruit tarts. She also sells bottles of wine and a coin operated espresso machine!
The local grocery store is open every day now that it is April and closes for the mid-day break. In addition to what you would expect in a "convenient store" she sells wines from the local chateau and locally produced honey with lavendar, and artisinal potato chips which are delicious.
The fishmonger comes to Ansouis on Thurs mornings in the main parking area, except if it is the scholastic vacation (which it is for the first two weeks of April in this region). The local market for other things is on Sunday mornings on the other side of the village. The one in Cucuron is on Tues. In Pertuis on Friday. In Lourmarin on Friday. and the one I want to go to for its antiques and brick a brack is on Saturday in Apt. At the market, everyone brings their own baskets for their purchases. The vendors proceed to put each of your purchases into a plastic bag. We thought we were being environmentally friendly by carrying a basket. We have more plastic bags than we know what to do with. We will need to start bringing the plastic bags in our wicker baskets.
The local equivalent of Costco is in Pertuis- Hyper U (pronouced "eeper oe" ("oe" as in shoe)). It sells groceries. Unlike the local markets, it has no bags for your groceries except in the produce area where you weigh, bag and put a price tag on your own produce according to either the picture on the scale or the number on the bins next to the price. And you only do this if it is priced by the kilo. If it is priced by the piece you don't need to do anything. You bag your own groceries at the checkout. If you want a cart, you need to put a 1 euro piece in the linked carts. The coin will disconnect the cart. When you put your cart back, and link it again to the carts, the coin is released. At Hyper U, you can also buy patio furniture, rent a car or van, buy a bicycle, have your clothes dry cleaned, book a vacation or have "Flunch". Getting to Hyper U is a challenge for us since the bus schedule to this stop is still being studied.
The bus from here to Pertuis leaves at 6:30am and 7:30 am, except you have to call a day in advance to reserve it since it is only "on demand". And you can not call during mid-day break hours. When you call, they ask what is the purpose of your "trip" and age group you are in. There is a bus to Pertuis on Friday at 9:50 (market day in Pertuis) and you do not need to reserve in advance. The return buses don't need to be reserved, and they are at 6pm and 7pm, except on market day there is one at 12:00. If is is Wed or Sat, there is a bus at 12:50 back to Ansouis. If the bus is coming from Pertuis it drops you off on the east side of town. If you are going to Pertuis it picks you up on the west. Most bus connections happen in Pertuis. Fare for the bus for the 10 min ride between Ansouis and Pertuis is 1.5 euros. The fare for the 45 min ride from Aix-en-Provence to Pertuis is 1 euro.
Trash day is Monday. Since the streets of the village are so narrow, there isn't any pick up service at your door, so you have to carry your trash to the big green dumpsters at the outskirts of the village. So what day does it matter what day trash pick up is for those in the village? There are recycling bins at the outskirts, too. Glass, newspapers/mail, packaging and cartons. It has to be brought to the bins. No door pick up.
The cleaning lady comes on Tuesday morning at 9am, unless she has an appointment elsewhere. She told me that the local "coiffeure" is open on Thursday and Friday and I would need an appointment unless she was available at that moment and then I wouldn't need one! After getting dropped on the east side of town coming back from the market in Pertuis on Friday, I stopped to make an appointment to get my hair cut. She said she could offer an appointment on Tuesday morning.
Many stores are closed on Mondays, but open on Sunday mornings.
We can get a coffee in a bar and bars open early and some close late (Is there a "match" on? Yes? they are open late). You eat lunch between 12:00-1:30. If you are eating out you can eat at a bar or a restaurant. You can order from a "menu" or "a la carte". Dinner is after 7:30pm in a restaurant but not after ~9pm depending on the restaurant. It is common to "gouter" (snack) around 4pm with a coffee, or a beer at a bar, sitting outside if weather permits or if you are a smoker. Children often get an ice cream or pain au chocolat at this time.
So, we are now able to get to the post office when it is open, to the markets before they close, the bakers before she runs out of bread and not seem odd by arriving at the bar at the wrong time for a drink or a meal. And, we are drinking rose with our lunch and making sure that we are taking a midday break, or siesta, when everyone else does! We are enjoying this rhythm of life...now that we have figured it out!
Blue skies!
We are getting into the swing of life here, creating our own rhythm that is not discordant with the local life. It took us a few tries...
The day we needed to go to the post office we realized that is isn't open on Wed. morning. We went back in the afternoon only to discover that while it opened at 2pm. it closed at 4pm. We arrived at 4:10. Otherwise it is open from 10-12, 2-4:30. M, T, Th, Fr.
The Tabac, where we needed to buy a phone card since the public telephones don't take coins and our cell phones are too expensive to use here, isn't open at all on Thurs, but is open the other days with a mid-day closure from 12:00-4:00. It sells, besides tobacco products and telephone cards, birthday cards, the International Herald Tribune for $5, maps of walking paths and road maps of France, coffee table books of the area, magazines and postcards.
The bakery (the most important of all!!!), opens early in the morning, takes the customary mid-day break and then opens again from 4:00-7:00- unless she runs out of bread in which case she closes. And she is closed on Sunday afternoons after 12:30. She sells machine made baguettes, hand made baguettes, artisinal baguettes, cookies and fruit tarts. She also sells bottles of wine and a coin operated espresso machine!
The local grocery store is open every day now that it is April and closes for the mid-day break. In addition to what you would expect in a "convenient store" she sells wines from the local chateau and locally produced honey with lavendar, and artisinal potato chips which are delicious.
The fishmonger comes to Ansouis on Thurs mornings in the main parking area, except if it is the scholastic vacation (which it is for the first two weeks of April in this region). The local market for other things is on Sunday mornings on the other side of the village. The one in Cucuron is on Tues. In Pertuis on Friday. In Lourmarin on Friday. and the one I want to go to for its antiques and brick a brack is on Saturday in Apt. At the market, everyone brings their own baskets for their purchases. The vendors proceed to put each of your purchases into a plastic bag. We thought we were being environmentally friendly by carrying a basket. We have more plastic bags than we know what to do with. We will need to start bringing the plastic bags in our wicker baskets.
The local equivalent of Costco is in Pertuis- Hyper U (pronouced "eeper oe" ("oe" as in shoe)). It sells groceries. Unlike the local markets, it has no bags for your groceries except in the produce area where you weigh, bag and put a price tag on your own produce according to either the picture on the scale or the number on the bins next to the price. And you only do this if it is priced by the kilo. If it is priced by the piece you don't need to do anything. You bag your own groceries at the checkout. If you want a cart, you need to put a 1 euro piece in the linked carts. The coin will disconnect the cart. When you put your cart back, and link it again to the carts, the coin is released. At Hyper U, you can also buy patio furniture, rent a car or van, buy a bicycle, have your clothes dry cleaned, book a vacation or have "Flunch". Getting to Hyper U is a challenge for us since the bus schedule to this stop is still being studied.
The bus from here to Pertuis leaves at 6:30am and 7:30 am, except you have to call a day in advance to reserve it since it is only "on demand". And you can not call during mid-day break hours. When you call, they ask what is the purpose of your "trip" and age group you are in. There is a bus to Pertuis on Friday at 9:50 (market day in Pertuis) and you do not need to reserve in advance. The return buses don't need to be reserved, and they are at 6pm and 7pm, except on market day there is one at 12:00. If is is Wed or Sat, there is a bus at 12:50 back to Ansouis. If the bus is coming from Pertuis it drops you off on the east side of town. If you are going to Pertuis it picks you up on the west. Most bus connections happen in Pertuis. Fare for the bus for the 10 min ride between Ansouis and Pertuis is 1.5 euros. The fare for the 45 min ride from Aix-en-Provence to Pertuis is 1 euro.
Trash day is Monday. Since the streets of the village are so narrow, there isn't any pick up service at your door, so you have to carry your trash to the big green dumpsters at the outskirts of the village. So what day does it matter what day trash pick up is for those in the village? There are recycling bins at the outskirts, too. Glass, newspapers/mail, packaging and cartons. It has to be brought to the bins. No door pick up.
The cleaning lady comes on Tuesday morning at 9am, unless she has an appointment elsewhere. She told me that the local "coiffeure" is open on Thursday and Friday and I would need an appointment unless she was available at that moment and then I wouldn't need one! After getting dropped on the east side of town coming back from the market in Pertuis on Friday, I stopped to make an appointment to get my hair cut. She said she could offer an appointment on Tuesday morning.
Many stores are closed on Mondays, but open on Sunday mornings.
So, we are now able to get to the post office when it is open, to the markets before they close, the bakers before she runs out of bread and not seem odd by arriving at the bar at the wrong time for a drink or a meal. And, we are drinking rose with our lunch and making sure that we are taking a midday break, or siesta, when everyone else does! We are enjoying this rhythm of life...now that we have figured it out!
Blue skies!
16 April 2010
Moo Hoo--No More Dairy
A few months ago I found a new doctor. Dr. Jeanne Hubbuch. Refreshingly thorough, confidently balanced between medical worlds- Western, Eastern, homeopathic- with time to understand the whole me, not just the one or two symptoms I arrived with.
I walked away with an assignment- NO DAIRY FOR ONE WEEK. How would I survive? What would I eat? My life is built on dairy! No dairy products from cows, goats, sheep...nothing!
Let me show you a list of some of my favorite foods so you have a sense of the impact this experiment would have on my life:
Milk, cheese from Vermont, yogurt, cheese from Wisconsin, cottage cheese, cheese from Spain, coffee ice cream, cheese from Italy, butter, cheese from France, Kahlua cheesecake from the Nuns of New Skete, cheese from the UK, half and half in my coffee, cheese from mid-state MA, labne, creme fraiche, cheese, sour cream and lastly, CHEESE!
Being the good patient that I am (huh!), I began. I was willing to try giving up dairy, but not the foods I associated with dairy. I needed something for my coffee. Something for my cereal. Something for sandwiches. I experimented with the myriad of non-dairy drinks and found likable substitutes: Unsweetened vanilla soy milk was best for my coffee. Almond milk was best in my cereal. Soy cheese that was "cheddar flavored" worked in my sandwiches so long as there was something else between the bread. I learned to eat toast and bread without butter. Jeff's bread was best without butter anyway!
Unfortunately, after one week, I felt the positive effects of not having dairy! How could I justify eating dairy if I felt better not having it? Feeling more than a little self-pity, I stopped eating dairy.
And then we left for Europe! How could I NOT eat dairy? It is served 3 times a day! In France it is a course unto itself! Italians put it in and on everything! I ate dairy while we were on the road- it just wasn't possible to avoid it without starving. Now we are settled and mainly cooking for ourselves, I have gone back into avoiding it. No one will ever know how hard it was to pass the cheese plate at a dinner party last weekend!! Four deliciously aged, perfectly cut, beautiful cheeses passed through my hands and I didn't take any. The conversation stopped momentarily. I gave no explanation, they asked no questions.
You should have seen the face of the lady at the cheese counter when I asked if she had any soy cheese. She stared at me for a long moment, then said that there is no such thing! (I am sure it was mentioned at her dinner table that evening!) We found a health food store in Aix-en-Provence. They had non-dairy "cheese". It was made primarily from potatoes. It was awful!
So while I may never fully avoid dairy (Jeff made squash polenta with Brebis blue cheese and sauteed spinach last night that I could not resist), I will continue to make an effort to avoid it. I may even stop whining about it one day!
Until then, I will try to find other things to enjoy eating. There are worse tasks in this world! I bought apricot sorbet last week. Jeff said that the ice cream maker at home can make sorbet. I have seen some sorbet recipes that I would like to try. Anyone have any suggestions?
Blue skies!
I walked away with an assignment- NO DAIRY FOR ONE WEEK. How would I survive? What would I eat? My life is built on dairy! No dairy products from cows, goats, sheep...nothing!
Let me show you a list of some of my favorite foods so you have a sense of the impact this experiment would have on my life:
Milk, cheese from Vermont, yogurt, cheese from Wisconsin, cottage cheese, cheese from Spain, coffee ice cream, cheese from Italy, butter, cheese from France, Kahlua cheesecake from the Nuns of New Skete, cheese from the UK, half and half in my coffee, cheese from mid-state MA, labne, creme fraiche, cheese, sour cream and lastly, CHEESE!
Being the good patient that I am (huh!), I began. I was willing to try giving up dairy, but not the foods I associated with dairy. I needed something for my coffee. Something for my cereal. Something for sandwiches. I experimented with the myriad of non-dairy drinks and found likable substitutes: Unsweetened vanilla soy milk was best for my coffee. Almond milk was best in my cereal. Soy cheese that was "cheddar flavored" worked in my sandwiches so long as there was something else between the bread. I learned to eat toast and bread without butter. Jeff's bread was best without butter anyway!
Unfortunately, after one week, I felt the positive effects of not having dairy! How could I justify eating dairy if I felt better not having it? Feeling more than a little self-pity, I stopped eating dairy.
And then we left for Europe! How could I NOT eat dairy? It is served 3 times a day! In France it is a course unto itself! Italians put it in and on everything! I ate dairy while we were on the road- it just wasn't possible to avoid it without starving. Now we are settled and mainly cooking for ourselves, I have gone back into avoiding it. No one will ever know how hard it was to pass the cheese plate at a dinner party last weekend!! Four deliciously aged, perfectly cut, beautiful cheeses passed through my hands and I didn't take any. The conversation stopped momentarily. I gave no explanation, they asked no questions.
You should have seen the face of the lady at the cheese counter when I asked if she had any soy cheese. She stared at me for a long moment, then said that there is no such thing! (I am sure it was mentioned at her dinner table that evening!) We found a health food store in Aix-en-Provence. They had non-dairy "cheese". It was made primarily from potatoes. It was awful!
So while I may never fully avoid dairy (Jeff made squash polenta with Brebis blue cheese and sauteed spinach last night that I could not resist), I will continue to make an effort to avoid it. I may even stop whining about it one day!
Until then, I will try to find other things to enjoy eating. There are worse tasks in this world! I bought apricot sorbet last week. Jeff said that the ice cream maker at home can make sorbet. I have seen some sorbet recipes that I would like to try. Anyone have any suggestions?
Blue skies!
15 April 2010
A Boxwood by Any Other Name
When I was young, I spent a few summers at my grandmother's in Philly's suburbs. She had a pretty garden hedged in by boxwoods just outside the aptly named Garden Room. There isn't a time that I smell boxwoods that I don't think of Nana and the hot, humid summers of Philly.
Boxwoods are slow-growing, evergreen shrubs that need some shade and warm weather to be happy.
In my former home, I had planted 2 boxwoods, one near the front corner of the front porch and the other at the opposite end of the porch. The one at the opposite end was in the direct path of poorly thrown basketballs, and boys chasing them. Runaway skateboards found there home in it. Many a toddler held on to it looking for Easter eggs. It's shape suffered but not it's roots. After 10+ years, I transplanted it to a more restful spot, still by the front porch. I was rewarded! It grew and regained its former shape. Humid, summer nights I could smell the boxwood as I sat on the front porch, or as I walked up the sidewalk after a warm rain.
My mother taught me that I could cut the evergreen leaves to bring inside during the winters and add to flower arrangements throughout the year. I plan to plant several boxwoods in the new house's yard when we get home.
If you click on the link to my favorite misplaced Yankee (side panel), in her March posting, you'll see that she has boxwoods in her front yard. The connection is not a coincidence.
Today Jeff and I hiked in the Petit Luberon. The trail was still damp with yesterday's rain and last night's dew. I took a deep breath and smelled boxwoods. Aromatherapy for me!
Is there any surprise that the universe sent me a wonderful man to love whose last name, translated from German into English, is "boxwood"??????????
Blue skies!
Boxwoods are slow-growing, evergreen shrubs that need some shade and warm weather to be happy.
In my former home, I had planted 2 boxwoods, one near the front corner of the front porch and the other at the opposite end of the porch. The one at the opposite end was in the direct path of poorly thrown basketballs, and boys chasing them. Runaway skateboards found there home in it. Many a toddler held on to it looking for Easter eggs. It's shape suffered but not it's roots. After 10+ years, I transplanted it to a more restful spot, still by the front porch. I was rewarded! It grew and regained its former shape. Humid, summer nights I could smell the boxwood as I sat on the front porch, or as I walked up the sidewalk after a warm rain.
My mother taught me that I could cut the evergreen leaves to bring inside during the winters and add to flower arrangements throughout the year. I plan to plant several boxwoods in the new house's yard when we get home.
If you click on the link to my favorite misplaced Yankee (side panel), in her March posting, you'll see that she has boxwoods in her front yard. The connection is not a coincidence.
Is there any surprise that the universe sent me a wonderful man to love whose last name, translated from German into English, is "boxwood"??????????
Blue skies!
12 April 2010
Excuse Me if I Crushed Your Crops
It was an exciting event! We were invited for dinner by an acquaintance of Jeff's!
They live in the next village- about 3 miles away. We had returned our rental car 3 days prior and had told them we would walk to their house. We had been wanting to try to find some of the walking paths and back roads, and this seemed like a reasonable distance, and there was a promise of a ride home!
We set out at 6pm, padding the time we thought we needed so that we wouldn't arrive late. The afternoon light promised to give us a nice show. We had promised to be at the village center at 7:30.
We walked down the steep stairs to pick up the road to Cucuron. It is a narrow road with some gated newer homes.
We walked on. Fewer homes, but bigger fields of vines, cherry trees and emerald green. We came to a fork. To the right was a road that was not as well paved, to the left a better paved road. We were certain that we had driven past this fork before and that we had taken the road to the left.
We walked on. Another fork. We took a guess that the road behind the barn was the right one. There was a man in the back of the barn. He looked uneasy when I approached the half opened door to ask if we were on the road to Curcuron. He didn't move any closer to answer, but said yes, we should go straight and when we came to an intersection we could go either way, it didn't matter. I hoped I had understood his Provencal accent correctly.
We walked on. We waved to a farmer who was plowing his field. We talked to the dogs that barked at us. I had to make a pitstop in a stand of pine trees. We came to another intersection. The farmer has said we could go either way. So we turned to the right since it seemed to head in a more direct path.
We walked on. The road suddenly took a sharp turn AWAY from where we wanted to go. We didn't trust our instincts, my understanding of Provencal French, nor the sun to stay up long enough for us to get lost in daylight, so we decided to turn left onto a cartpath which lead into a field.
We walked on. Through the fields, smugly we walked. We could see the village getting closer and it was straight ahead. Wasn't this quaint. Weren't we clever to have taken this path! What a nice babbling brook full of the rain from a day earlier. The cartpath meandered through vineyards, we crossed the brook via an old stone bridge. The setting sun was making great colors of the village where we were heading.
We walked on. We rounded a curve and the mud starting getting a bit thicker in the cartpath tracks. The grass was taller and still wet. We came to a dead end. We couldn't head in the right direction- the path ended, the stream was to our left and we needed to head left, there wasn't a bridge. If we went all the way back we would not make it before sunset. The path had ended at someone's field that had been planted with some sort of wheat (we think it was wheat) in very neat narrowly spaced rows. On the far side of the field there was a house. It must have a driveway to a main road. We decided to head for the house, even if it meant stepping on the 3" sprouts.
We walked on. As we approached the house, I began to fear they might have dogs. Maybe no one was home. Maybe they didn't take kindly to tourists tromping on their fields. Maybe they felt the need to protect themselves...I saw a young man round the corner of the house and waved, hoping he would see this as both a friendly gesture and one indicating that we were lost. As we got closer, I noticed a man sitting on a bench on the edge of the field, which was also the edge of his yard, reading a book. I called out "Bonsoir monsieur!" He jumped off the bench looking for wherever the sound might have been coming from.
At first, with my clumsy French, I tried to explain that we were on our way to Curcuron to have dinner with friends. I realized how crazy that sounded since we had just appeared out of his fields! But I kept talking trying to explain that we had taken the wrong road and couldn't get around the stream to get to the road. He seemed disbelieving at first and I thought he was going to send us back the way we'd come! Something seemed to soften and then he was laughing along with us (more likely laughing at us!). He walked us around to the front of his house where another cartpath started. Pointed the way through an orchard of cherry trees and assured us that we couldn't get lost if we stayed on the path. He was right. We arrived at the village center with 10 minutes to spare! At bit weary, and happy to have made it!
I would like to thank that man for his help and kindness. There is no way I could find my way back to his house!
But for the kindness of strangers...
Blue skies!
They live in the next village- about 3 miles away. We had returned our rental car 3 days prior and had told them we would walk to their house. We had been wanting to try to find some of the walking paths and back roads, and this seemed like a reasonable distance, and there was a promise of a ride home!
We set out at 6pm, padding the time we thought we needed so that we wouldn't arrive late. The afternoon light promised to give us a nice show. We had promised to be at the village center at 7:30.
We walked down the steep stairs to pick up the road to Cucuron. It is a narrow road with some gated newer homes.
We walked on. Fewer homes, but bigger fields of vines, cherry trees and emerald green. We came to a fork. To the right was a road that was not as well paved, to the left a better paved road. We were certain that we had driven past this fork before and that we had taken the road to the left.
We walked on. Another fork. We took a guess that the road behind the barn was the right one. There was a man in the back of the barn. He looked uneasy when I approached the half opened door to ask if we were on the road to Curcuron. He didn't move any closer to answer, but said yes, we should go straight and when we came to an intersection we could go either way, it didn't matter. I hoped I had understood his Provencal accent correctly.
We walked on. We waved to a farmer who was plowing his field. We talked to the dogs that barked at us. I had to make a pitstop in a stand of pine trees. We came to another intersection. The farmer has said we could go either way. So we turned to the right since it seemed to head in a more direct path.
We walked on. The road suddenly took a sharp turn AWAY from where we wanted to go. We didn't trust our instincts, my understanding of Provencal French, nor the sun to stay up long enough for us to get lost in daylight, so we decided to turn left onto a cartpath which lead into a field.
We walked on. Through the fields, smugly we walked. We could see the village getting closer and it was straight ahead. Wasn't this quaint. Weren't we clever to have taken this path! What a nice babbling brook full of the rain from a day earlier. The cartpath meandered through vineyards, we crossed the brook via an old stone bridge. The setting sun was making great colors of the village where we were heading.
We walked on. We rounded a curve and the mud starting getting a bit thicker in the cartpath tracks. The grass was taller and still wet. We came to a dead end. We couldn't head in the right direction- the path ended, the stream was to our left and we needed to head left, there wasn't a bridge. If we went all the way back we would not make it before sunset. The path had ended at someone's field that had been planted with some sort of wheat (we think it was wheat) in very neat narrowly spaced rows. On the far side of the field there was a house. It must have a driveway to a main road. We decided to head for the house, even if it meant stepping on the 3" sprouts.
We walked on. As we approached the house, I began to fear they might have dogs. Maybe no one was home. Maybe they didn't take kindly to tourists tromping on their fields. Maybe they felt the need to protect themselves...I saw a young man round the corner of the house and waved, hoping he would see this as both a friendly gesture and one indicating that we were lost. As we got closer, I noticed a man sitting on a bench on the edge of the field, which was also the edge of his yard, reading a book. I called out "Bonsoir monsieur!" He jumped off the bench looking for wherever the sound might have been coming from.
At first, with my clumsy French, I tried to explain that we were on our way to Curcuron to have dinner with friends. I realized how crazy that sounded since we had just appeared out of his fields! But I kept talking trying to explain that we had taken the wrong road and couldn't get around the stream to get to the road. He seemed disbelieving at first and I thought he was going to send us back the way we'd come! Something seemed to soften and then he was laughing along with us (more likely laughing at us!). He walked us around to the front of his house where another cartpath started. Pointed the way through an orchard of cherry trees and assured us that we couldn't get lost if we stayed on the path. He was right. We arrived at the village center with 10 minutes to spare! At bit weary, and happy to have made it!
I would like to thank that man for his help and kindness. There is no way I could find my way back to his house!
But for the kindness of strangers...
Blue skies!
10 April 2010
Blame my mother
Oh no! The sun is back after two days of cold rain. Why "oh no"? Because I grew up hearing "it is nice outside, what are you doing inside?" For those rainy days I had no problem staying inside, working on my various projects. Now that the weather turned beautiful- sunny, warm and windless-I can't concentrate. Who else would I blame but my mother!! (I hope she is at least smiling at this, knowing I am only kidding!)
It is VERY difficult to stay inside getting work done when the weather is so gorgeous, but I also feel the need to advance my projects which I so dutifully carried for weeks in my suitcase so that I would have something to do when we got here. (!!)
I brought cooking magazines that needed to be culled for the recipes I wanted to keep. I brought books to read-The Happiness Project, How to Manage Your 401k, plus 4 novels. I brought a knitting project and I planned to finalize my business plan and hone my social media skills. All to be completed in 5 weeks!!!
Well, I have completed the cooking magazine project (even made one of the recipes the other night for dessert!), I have made progress on my knitting project, finished reading one novel and am 1/2 way through the second. I have added the script for google analytics to my web site programming.
What have I learned?
I have more in the queue than I can possibly accomplish in 5 weeks.
I want choices/variety.
I work best when there is a deadline.
I need to feel accomplishment.
I like having a plan, and I like being able to deviate from the plan if the mood strikes...or if the weather changes.
Thanks, Mom!!
Blue skies!
It is VERY difficult to stay inside getting work done when the weather is so gorgeous, but I also feel the need to advance my projects which I so dutifully carried for weeks in my suitcase so that I would have something to do when we got here. (!!)
What have I learned?
I have more in the queue than I can possibly accomplish in 5 weeks.
I want choices/variety.
I work best when there is a deadline.
I need to feel accomplishment.
I like having a plan, and I like being able to deviate from the plan if the mood strikes...or if the weather changes.
Thanks, Mom!!
Blue skies!
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