It’s spring time in the south of France. The almond trees in the grove behind the house are all in full bloom and the cherry trees are threatening to burst out with their own contributions any day now. I’ve got blooming daffodils in the front yard and everything else is leafing out. Of course the rabbits that ate my tulips down to nubs in Illinois have also apparently relocated and are eating my French tulips down to nubs as well. But I digress, who cares about greenery and flowers in the spring? Spring my friends is also the time of year when a girls heart and thoughts turn to flirty skirts and sexy, strappy sandals. I was browsing said sandals on the Nordstrom’s web site and came across a whole line of sandals by Carlos Santana. Mind you I don’t think they’re all wonderful (my personal favorites are the ‘pure’ the ‘mari’ and the ‘rumor’, they’re very Latin.) but there are some very saucy, sassy, sexy, strappy…..
I’ve had the flu and have been in bed since Friday. Today is the first day I feel almost human again, though I’m still typing this from my bed. ‘The Precious’ has been sitting on my nightstand mostly ignored this week, difficult as that is to believe. I’ve popped Precious open periodically to check e-mail, but have had difficulty responding in more than a sentence or two. It’s too hard to type much more than that with only one eye open and only one finger doing the typing.
If I could have blogged on Sunday night it would have made for some great reading I’m sure, as I was running a fever of 101 or more, (didn’t have the strength to wait for a full reading) and under the influence of Nyquil. I was having bizarre dreams involving loud parties, basketballs, whales and sea lions and some scary floral arrangements. Yes usually all at the same time.
Poor S was gone all last week visiting Romania for a series of meetings and where he was also able to tour one of the purported Dracula castles. From that week of useless and disorganized meetings he returned home find me ill and in bed (well except that I did drive to the airport to pick him up on Friday night). He doctored as best he could over the weekend while at the same time trying to not breathe my air and also prepare for another round of useless meetings this week. He returned to a heavy work schedule on Monday and has been gone sunup to darned near midnight every night. He calls and checks in on me during the day and asks what he needs to bring home. I hope he doesn’t get sick too.
So no French lessons for me this week. Though when I spoke to Maggie, to cancel this weeks sessions, she very sweetly offered to bring over soup or ferry me to the doctor and made me promise to call her if I needed anything. (I wish I could do her Irish accent in print, I love it) The irony is that my project for Wednesday and Thursday this week was to find doctors in the area and prepare for doctor visits and any medical emergencies that might come up. Though if you go to the doctor when you have the flu they generally tell you to ‘get lots of rest, drink lots of fluids and take Tylenol for the aches’ with that knowledge memorized there seemed no point to disturb any doctors.
I’m feeling so much better today I’m hoping to even get to shower today…eww, just kidding, have actually forced myself to shower daily and have even washed bedding. Anything less would have been way too depressing not to mention smelly. I am, however, hoping to get down to the Mairie today to pick up the Carte Gris for the car, this project does seem a bit ambitious though and I may have to set my sights on just making it to the end of the driveway to check the mail today for the first time all week. Hope nothing too important has been out there waiting. Wish me luck on my project for the day.
