Busy As Bees
Holy buzz, Batgirl! I’m zipping around here like it’s the last day of summer and I need to get my honey all finished before frost. Actually, that’s not far from the truth. In less than a week we leave for Barcelona, followed closely by France, and the transition takes an incredible amount of effort each time, no matter how many times we’ve done it before.
Shel and I each have our lists, both diverse: pack computer cables, refill prescriptions, refinance house, get a haircut, visit the dentist, rent a car for Ibiza, bake a birthday cake, get the knives sharpened, dig out the sweaters, help Jordan move, and take Beppo and Zazou to their home away from home, the Snuggles Inn. And then right in the middle of all that, a plumbing emergency that added to the list: throw all available towels on the bathroom floor, squeegee a flood out of the garage, call the plumber, buy Pine-Sol, wash all affected floors and the towels that were on them. I think I should add get a massage, and hire a personal assistant. Open a nice bottle of wine has been on the list since the beginning, naturally. Somewhere in there has to be time to cook, pack, and oh yeah, sleep.
Right now the present tasks are so pressing that the upcoming fun seems like a blur. But once in Barcelona there will be a week-long cruise that calls in at Cadiz, Malaga, Casablanca, and Ibiza. Then a train ride home to Uzès, followed by a trip to the Ile d’Oléron, and another to Colmar. In between our travels we’ll spend as much time as possible with our old friends, return to our French studies, teach some English, and generally revel in la vie française. At least that’s the plan,
for right now we’re just trying to hang in there, and cross as many items off the lists as possible before additional items get added. “Keep your eye on the honey” I tell myself, and the time keeps ticking away. Only six more days to change lives completely.The Road To France
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