Wednesday, August 13, 2008


This morning I woke up to the sound of rain. When I looked out the window, I found it wasn't raining at all. Rather, someone was rather overenthusiastically watering the plants a floor or two above my window.

Yesterday, I heard from my step-sister, who is in Paris for a vacation with her family. They were making a dash to the Musee d'Orsay and invited me along. Running late as usually, I got to the museum past our meeting time and found a huge, snaking line. It was hot and sunny and I actually used my umbrella as a parasol (I wasn't the only one, which gave me the courage to take such action). Eventually, she called me. They were inside and were going to have lunch and I should just meet them in the café.

As it turned out, they were seated just as I got inside the museum. Perfect. It was great to see them--and the museum.

I haven't been to any of the major museums yet and the d'Orsay is certainly one of the best. I had vague memories of it from lo those many years ago when I first came to Paris and it did not disappoint. It was very crowded but large enough that it was possible to move around without too much trouble. I will have to go back later and take some more time to focus on my favorite things, but it's very hard to go wrong in the Impressionists section.

After a few hours there, we were all beat. They went along home and so did I. It might be the only time we get together, which is a shame, but what can you do?

I had some vague ambitions about going out, but I was very tired--due to all the standing and not enough sleep on Monday, so I just hung around the house. I had yet another domestic misadventure. I'd heated up a little something for dinner. I set a tray down on the sofa with a glass of water and the bowl with my dinner. Somehow, I put them too close to the edge of the sofa and the whole mess slipped to the tile floor and broke.

I probably would have been spared the breakage if I'd had the throw rug in it's usual place. Instead, it was drying on the radiator because a few days ago I spilled coffee on it. I did some stain management, but it still needed to go to the laundry. It was probably easier to clean the tile floor than the rug, but a rug would have cushioned the blow.

This morning, I decided it was time to wash the rug and get it back in place. I threw it in the washer with my bathmat and a few other items. The bathmat is orange and the formerly white rug is now a nice shade of peach. Whoops. What was I thinking?

I'm getting out of the house now before I do any more damage.

Grateful for: hopefully understanding landlords.

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