It takes concerted effort, but it seems to be working this time. With Andrea home (my “baby”), I have forced myself not to count the days until she leaves.
This feat has been accomplished by staying busy together, which has been so much fun. Paris, Paris, Paris of course, sitting in the gazebo with a glass of wine or a cup of tea. Dinners en famille. Tonight, because it has been chilly in the evenings, we will have a fire in the fireplace and a beouf bourguignon for dinner. I recently discovered a new coffee cooking chocolate which will be whipped up into a café mousse. Nothing like a low-cal French dinner, n’est-ce pas?
As always, Drea has swooped in and organized my life. We’ve done some serious closet purges. She does the, “When is the last time you wore this?” routine after which I put forth my argument about just because it’s been years doesn’t mean that one day I might regret the toss. She then places the negotiable object in the “think about” pile which we are to re-address after one night’s sleep. Things are working out well.
She also suggested I apply the same discipline to my magazine collection. (If they were made out of a more robust, weather resistant material they could probably build a large house.)
So, that’s my story.
Thank you for being so patient with me and so kind and so lovely and for following and commenting — you mean the world to me.