Category Archives: Random thoughts

Friday is the new Monday?

Okay, this is totally one of those "oh isn’t her life hard moments" but I’m just going to whine…I have to work all day today and into the weekend…the issue is all the darn lessons I have to make up from my Paris trip (hence, isn’t her life hard), so I’m teaching several hours each day in addition to weddings and other gigs.  This really cuts into my social life. 

I decided to make Wed and Thursday as "weekend-like" as possible, since those days I didn’t get started teaching until later in the day.  That meant I did a lot of sitting around, watching tv, reading stuff on the internet, and doing laundry. 

Anyway, really none of this is interesting to you (or me, really.)  It’s been a crappy week and the weekend isn’t going to be much better. 

I did have a fun trip to Target yesterday—I picked up the new JK Rowling book.  I’ve started reading it, and so far I am really enjoying it.  Of course that’s to be expected because firstly, Rowling is a wonderful writer, and secondly, I love British fiction.  It’s dark, it’s REAL, and it’s nothing like HP except that it’s well written and has good character development.  So far, so good.

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It was cooler and overcast yesterday so I figured I’d jump on the "is it Fall" bandwagon.  I also got some Thanksgiving decorations from the One Spot—we are hosting this year.

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I’m not entirely sure we can handle a candy bowl but I thought it would be an interesting experiment.

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I wanted to get under the blanket and read but the cat had other ideas for the blanket.

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Just like she has other ideas for my lap than the computer.  It’s not easy to blog with a large feline in your lap.

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While I was teaching…silly Barack, always asking for money.  He acts like he’s inviting me to dinner, but then he really just wants money.  (Oh, and of course Leslie keeps texting, but not about money.  She’s getting married soon and there are a lot of details to discuss…I imagine this texting/calling thing will continue until October 21 and then I’ll never hear from her again…)

Make me jealous:  what fun things are you doing this weekend?

Worst trip to Chicago

I suppose I am generally a lucky person. Until yesterday, I’d never been one of those unfortunate folks who had had to stay overnight in a city due to a flight being canceled. Sure, I’ve had more than my share of delayed flights and miss placed luggage-sometimes it has taken all day to get somewhere that should have taken two hours. However, when we found out that the final leg of our Paris flight- the short flight from Chicago to St Louis-was canceled and we couldn’t be rebooked until noon the following day, I had a mini breakdown in the food court. There may have been tears, and I generally don’t cry in public.

It was a combination of the exhaustion from traveling but also the fact that I’ve been traveling with a cold and had run out of medicine on the flight. My nose was (and still is) red and cracked and honestly I’m still pretty sore from slipping down about 5 marble steps at the Museum of Erotic Art. Yeah, maybe Toms and old, worn down marble steps are not the best combination.

But we made the best of it. I suppose this is simply the continuation of our adventure. We were offered a ride in a rental car with a couple of businessmen but figured we were too tired and I was too germy to take them up on it. We did manage to see a good friend of ours and his family for a short period of time, even though we were probably pretty lousy company!

So here we sit in the airport. Again. And hopefully this flight will be on time!

Oh, and through it all I would have appreciated some sense from the agents that this was an inconvenience but we were treated as if it was absolute no big deal to have our travel delayed by 20 hours. No big deal. I think that grinds my gears the most. And our meal vouchers weren’t nearly enough. Thanks American Airlines!

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Last day in Paris

We finished our last dinner in Paris just a short while ago. I’m sad to leave. I could definitely stay a few more days. Chris has been gone longer and is ready to get home. I will tell you all about my trip over the next few weeks. It was wonderful. We ate great food, drank amazing wines, had loads of cheese, navigated the metro system, saw tons of museums, learned so much about the art and history of Paris and France, and thoroughly enjoyed each other’s company. We will remember this trip forever!

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A week is not enough

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This is the view from our Parisienne apartment for the next six days. I was planning out the itinerary (yeah, I know, but I was completely overwhelmed until I got here and now it makes more sense) and I’m already sad. A week is not enough time. I guess it’ll have to do!

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The fatness, from above.  I was standing on a ladder for this picture, otherwise I couldn’t get her to fit into the frame.

Paris is so almost happening.  I am THRILLED.  And nervous, and worried I’ll forget all kinds of important stuff, and stressed about organizing all my teaching for when I get back, but EXCITED mostly.  I keep pinching myself because I can’t believe I’m really going.

Chris is in Berlin now.  Yesterday the symphony had their concert in London, today is Berlin, tomorrow is Luzerne, and Friday is Paris and I’LL BE THERE (I actually arrive in Paris before the symphony does.) Then we have a week for sightseeing and being generally French and whatnot.  We’ve rented an apartment for the week (after the first night where we’ll be staying in the Symphony hotel) and should really start to blend in with the locals within a day or two.

I don’t plan to blog while I’m gone but you just never know.  You can bet I’ll be taking tons of pictures and having a wonderful time eating cheese and bread, and drinking wine, and I’ll tell you all about when I return!

Oh, and I signed up for my first marathon yesterday.  The Go St Louis Marathon in April.  My sister Leslie is doing it too—what better way to counter what are surely to be the post wedding planning blues than by training hard for a marathon?