It's Me, Sara Louise

// That jeep was sitting across the street from the restaurant where I had my birthday lunch. I was this close to hopping in it and driving straight to The LPV (when I say, ‘this close’, you have to picture me holding my thumb and forefinger barely a centimeter apart with my eyes all squinty… but of course that’s all a total lie… I’m way to much of a goody two shoes to ever do anything that naughty). Whenever I see something like this jeep I like to look at Gregory and say, “you’re welcome“. He doesn’t find it funny, me, I think it’s hysterical.

// Last week we went to Honey Jr’s for dinner, Honey’s Honey was making cheeseburgers. It was probably the last time the four of us will hang out like that for a long, long time. I’m going to miss those two, but, they have promised that their big vacation next year will be to visit us. I’m sure Fifty will be over the moon ecstatic when Honey Jr walks through his American front door… can you imagine?! The tail wagging will be glorious!

// I’m trying to enjoy every last drop of delicious, inexpensive, French wine that I can before I get to the States and the prices send me into psychogenic shock. Plus, I have no idea what I’m going to do about all of those cutesy wine labels… how in the H-E-double hockey sticks am I supposed to know what a wine tastes like when it’s called things like, Fat Bastard and Arrogant Frog?! Please send help.

// Gregory and I went out for lunch on Valentine’s Day. It was low key and nice… a few plates of Sushi, a couple of Asahi beers and we were as happy as could be. I think that was our last date for quite awhile. My mother arrives tomorrow, The Londons are coming up this weekend, and then my brother is here next Tuesday… yep, that was our last date until like, April (Gregory doesn’t arrive in The US until the end of March, and even then it isn’t permanent because the whole Green Card process is still going on). I kind of wish I had realized that when we were there. Bummer.

 // All of the boxes are packed. That’s it, ten boxes. Of course there are quite a few suitcases going (my mother isn’t coming over here for nothing you know), but that’s it. We’ve managed to sell all of our furniture and lots of bits and pieces and we’ve given away loads… LOADS. Child Bride has a whole new wardrobe and my friend, Martine, has been given enough DVDs and books to open a shop. It’s amazing how much stuff you realize that you have when you start sorting through things, and it’s amazing how much stuff you realize you simply don’t need. That’s my deep thought for the day.

// As much as moving is a pain in the petunia, sometimes something wonderful happens, like you unearth long forgotten treasures… in this case a very old photo of me and my oldest and dearest friend, Jessie. This photo was taken a long, long, time ago in a galaxy far, far away. (Not really, just Poughkeepsie in the early 90s, but that’s certainly a long way away from present day Le Petit Village.)

// Fifty has had surgery and he’s pretty much the most miserable puppy at the moment. I am counting down the seconds until he’s all healed up and the stitches can be removed, because no amount of treats and cuddles can make the itching stop. Also, Gregory is beside himself and I really can’t take it anymore. (Fifty had his boy bits removed and by the way Gregory is going on and on and all of the dramatic hysteria, you would think that it had been him under the knife.)

// When we were at the Vet’s office, I saw this poster for a missing dog. She looks awfully familiar to me… those eyes, those ears, that smile… I think she might be Fifty’s mother. What do you think? Her name is Doxie, and I’m keeping my fingers crossed that she finds her way back home.