Which begs the question… why wasn’t I just dreaming about The Husband? And I probably shouldn’t let The Husband read this post.
4. The first time I met Papa it was a surprise. A surprise because The Husband didn’t tell me I was about to meet him. It was a Saturday morning and I had arrived to Provence the night before for a two week holiday. We had gone out grocery shopping (because you know The Husband had an empty fridge) and on the way back, The Husband stopped at another house. The Husband told me we had to stop for a minute, (but didn’t feel it necessary to tell me why, or where we were). We walked through a gate and onto a patio, and there stood an old man (not that old, but older you know) in shorts, with no shirt on, trying to get dog hairs off a suit jacket (we were all going to a wedding that afternoon). The Husband introduced us, I said hello and after the man walked inside I turned to The Husband confused and said, “Who is that man?” Then The Husband said, “my father” and then I gave him a big ol’ whack across the arm because sometimes violence is necessary. Like hello? You didn’t want to tell me I was meeting your Dad???
5. If you had told me a few years ago that I’d end up living in a tiny village in the south of France with a French Husband I would have fallen off my bar stool laughing (and then ordered another Martini).
6. For two years in Dublin I lived with my Scottish cousin Bibbie (my grandmother and her great-grandmother were sisters). Not only did we live together, but we worked in the same office, and hung out all the time. After two years of pretty much non-stop contact I swear we could reach each other’s minds and communicate with only an eye roll and some mmm hmm noises. Being seperated from her feels like I’ve had a body part amputed. I love The Husband but it’s totally different. I miss my Bibbie
7. I believe in charity in whatever form we can give it, whether in time or money, no matter how little the time or the money. And I believe in acts of kindness and goodness. Any little thing that we can do to send out good vibes into the universe and try and make this world a better place is a good thing. Because I believe that we are very fortunate. No matter what troubles that we may have in life, if you are reading this blog post, you are literate, you have access to a computer and the internet, and that automatically makes you better off than millions of other people that share this planet with you. And I believe that we should do at least some little thing to give thanks for our luckiness. Because sometimes life is nothing but a big Roulette wheel. We just happened to end up falling in the right spot. To quote my friend M the croupier (in her heavily accented English), “Place your bets. No more bets.”
Alicia over there at Attempts at Being a Grown Up , I think you’ve got a lot of style…