Here they are, the striking bears. I don’t know how they feel about their pensions and retirement at 62, but they certainly are worried about real estate speculation of their caves!
I found this cute set up in a window of a local business/community outreach/neighborhood association called Microlithe in the 20th arrondissement of Paris.
Spring arrives in Paris at the Jardin du Palais Royal
A Little Spring Cleaning
Hello all. I hope that your week so far is going well. Mine is doing all right. Some things have been wonderful this past week; other things have been very, very difficult. You know. Life is usually that way: a bit of extremes at both ends that somehow blends into something middling. That was my week. We had a fairly uneventful weekend this past one. One thing I accomplished was giving the girl child’s room a good cleaning. We went through old things, dusted and vacuumed, tossed, and reorganized.
Girl child is going to be 13 at the end of the month, and her grandma, my future MIL, is coming here (arrival is Friday the 23rd) to help her celebrate. Grandma came out for the boy child’s 13th birthday a couple of years ago as he was being Bar Mitzvahed and so she is doing the same for girl child’s special day of saying good-bye to childhood and hello to the teens (no official Bat Mitzvah here, though. They aren’t the thing in France the way they are becoming in the States).
I want things to be clean for the fMIL. A woman of good midwestern stock of Anglo-Saxon descent, she makes me want to clean, you know? Some of you know what I am talking about. There’s never anything said outright, but there is this kind of standard that you know you are living up to just by the subtle things she says and does. Or maybe it’s all in my head… I don’t know. There is this thing with being a ([an] almost) daughter-in-law, however, that some of you will know: there is the kind of mom (every mom?) where you know as the woman in her son’s life you are being watched closely. On the surface of things she may totally have a “live and let live” attitude, but you know that somehow inside of her there are judgments being made as to your suitability for her precious boy. It’s never overt. Confrontation is completely out of the question (it’s a midwestern ideal of folks of a certain generation to avoid that elephant in the living room, right?). But you sense and know as one female animal to another that the pecking order is being established, and we all know that cleanliness is next to godliness, even if we are pretending that laissez-faire housekeeping is okay. So you clean. Continue reading
I’ve got blogstipation, big time.
I have plenty of writing projects and topics. In fact, that is the problem. There are so many topics I want to write about that they are backing up on me now, and I am paralyzed as a result. I cannot seem to make a move to post any *one* thing when twenty things clamor to be written about. It has built up to a high level of frustration and I’m about ready to pop.
I have decided, therefore, to just sit and write something to get a post up, since it has been way too many days since my last post.**
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