C'est ici!

Crazy busy errand day.

Won't be here for the next 11 days so trying to wrap things up as best as i can.

I am a bit tired to actually be able to fathom how much fun i am going to have in the next few days! I mean, it's Paris! With mr. jones! Two for two!

Nothing but years and years of history turned into breathtakingly beautiful places, sometime visual, sometime intellectual, mais séduisant également.

And us.

Funny how events turn. My dreams are coming true, un à un.

Autumn rain

Comment allez vous, chers amis?

Alas, blogging feels like a guilty pleasure i am not entitled to any more.

My job and studies have taken me hostage, big time. I wasn't able to let go off of my old grant, (so now i have double the responsibilities), in fall i was elected to many a committees, my new program has launched, so number of advisees exploded, third year french is requiring a lot more time commitment than second year french, en plus my commute time has now doubled. I would ask you to do the math, but this one is convoluted enough to floor even me!

Nevertheless, some things never change. It rained last night. I ought to report that! And it's raining now...

Last saturday i came back from visiting mr jones. At the security check-point the TSA man with the little magnifying glass told me to smile, adding afterwards, "Your boyfriend doesn't want to let you go, huh?"

Do you not want to let me go, mr jones?

Lately i have been only happy, no more clouds in my sky. Going to Paris next week with mr jones, we even bought a bike last time he was here, and he helped me re-learn, so we could bike along the countryside...oh, it happens to be one of my very old dreams... see Claude Monet's place in Giverny, venture into the cafe Hemingway used to pen his gems...

Mr jones, you make me so very happy. Even when you baby me, like when you put my belt though the loops as we were hurrying to make my plane...hmm, you beautiful silly man, how did i ever chance upon you?

Sigh.

Then why do i feel like i am being called, by someone invisible, to a place unknown.

It's just a feeling. But i felt it.

Like the rain, i thought i would just jot it down here.