This is the situation: not only am I running late, but I'm also spinning my wheels.
I've decided to think of my predicament as a CD. Let me explain. You may have noticed that on a CD the mix of music usually flows something like this: "Wow!, Let's Slow Down, Boring, Wow!, Boring, Boring, Not Bad, Wow! and Great," for example. I think it's called pacing or something like that.
Are you still with me? My point, you may be asking yourself? OK. I think yesterday's post, unfortunately only the introduction written by moi meme, was a definite "Wow!/Great" on the metaphorical CD. Today therefore I'm obliged to bring us down off of that stimulating high. Too much excitement and pleasure could be detrimental to one's mental well-being.
I hate being in this position, but I have no choice. I'll keep it short.
An Instructional Video
One of my very, very best friends sent this to me. She is not only brilliant, but also perhaps the funniest person I have ever met. When we get to a certain certain age we plan to buy a duplex together. We haven't decided where, we have yet to negotiate the detail about snow, no snow, a little snow, etc. She is standing firm, and I agree with her completely, on two essential, non-negotiable considerations for our gilded golden years: "a hairdresser within walker walking distance and a friendly neighborhood saloon where we are on a first name basis with the owner."
A demain with on-the-street photos from Paris.