I guess such commiseration at the departure from France happens with you put a Doucet and a Frois togethaire.
On Friday nights, wrote Sr. Marie Madeleine, in Lent, the nuns fasted–they drank beer.
I once wrote an article for Louisiana Life so long ago that I called, “Adventures of an Ursuline.” It was about Marie Madeleine Hachard, who journeyed to New Orleans from France in the early 1700’s, based on her journal. I specifically remember her account of coming upriver from the Gulf of Mexico after their sea voyage, in a skiff of some sort with guides and they had to camp on the banks of the Mississippi before they reached Nouvelle Orleans. She described sitting by the campfire in area “filled with creatures, snakes, wildlife, serpents, birds, and vipers.” It was her trio mentioning of the damned schnakes that made me decide this was a girl after my own heart!
Mon Dieu, just realized tomorrow is June 1! We’re already halfway through the year; already it was six months ago that I was on the back porch watching the lacework of fireworks, sipping vino, enjoying the Third Man movies off an on. How fast this year has flown, and it’s been a good year overall, truly has except for a lot of pain as has been documented. But it’s been a good year filled with a lot of happiness, peace, lightness, freedom. Grateful for it, very much so; funny how the passage of time doesn’t scare, and you’d think at this point in my life it would, but doesn’t. Feel like I’m moving closer and closer to light, towards something wonderful and I don’t necessarily mean that bright light in the tunnel everyone is suppose to see…besides, I’ll always compare it to winter glare…but there’s a softness rolling in from somewhere, like a cloud that’s buoying, lifting me up, firm, yet soft and strong at the same time, and I’m not alone with this, someone else is there. Anyway, I want to celebrate that we’ve reached the halfway marked of 2016, even as I remember Christmas and New Years Eve 2015, avec plaisir.
Ah, poor Meggie and myself. We had to commiserate today about how boring we found Outlander to be since they are no longer in France. I confessed to her I fell asleep in it Saturday night, and she said she was so bored she could hardly sit through it. We mourned the loss of Comte St. Germain (played by Stanley Weber–Meggie has a crush!); I confessed I dreamed the other morning that I was in a hospital bed and Monsieur Raymond was standing over me saying, “Madame, you must awaken, you must awaken!” I awakened and that droll little man was not there. We mourned not seeing King Louis; Mother Hildegard who put me in mind of the Ursuline nuns who came here to New Orleans in the 1700’s to nurse, teach, settle these hooligans who ventured to the swamp; ah, mon petite Bouton, a chien de mediciene; and then Meggie cried out, “And I miss Prince Charles!” Sacre Bleu, that was an understatement; Louise de Rohan; Magnus (too damn bad! in subtitles). Hoot, mon, return to France!
Slept so soundly last night; hopefully circadian rhythms are realigning; awakened at 5 AM without the alarm clock, checked on Teddy who was safe and warm, arose and watched my tape of Penny Dreadful, which was a bit of a disappointment. The school year here is beginning to wind down; students are ending their year at the Med School and soon we will get a break, at the end of the month, from Grand Rounds. And my vacation looms pleasantly…but Happy Half New Year!
I love this guy, and he’s right about this; in other words, an expert, not an a$$hole celebrity or millenial, is speaking!
I was a bit appalled, no I was extremely appalled to put on the news this morning when I awakened to hear about all the outrage regarding the killing of Harambe, the gorilla, after a four-year-old fell into the gorilla pit at the Cincinnati zoo. Calls to crucify the parents and charge them; outrage that the gorilla was shot in order to save the boy. Gorilla Lives Matter. I think it goes without saying how I feel about animals, animal rights, cruelty to animals, how I hold them in high regard. But for people to carry on about this with protests on Memorial Day, when homeless veterans are starving in the street and awaiting forever for VA care just tells me how turned on its ass this country has become. 1) I saw the video. The gorilla was dragging that little boy through the water and his head was hitting concrete. 2) The gorilla did not respond to the zookeepers call to retreat to their lairs. 3) Any child guarded heavily as Reagan was, like myself, my brother and even my little dog Earl, can slip away from the most careful of parents and put themselves into danger; I know because I did–a few times. 4) All the celebrities and people holding almost candlelight vigils over this gorilla when thousands of unborn fetuses are being shoveled into garbage dumpsters daily without so much of a by-your-leave from any of them makes me want to be violently ill. They had to shoot the gorilla; it’s very sad, I agree. But these are strong creatures, aggressive especially if they are male and I think they made the right choice. And get off the backs of the parents for Christ’s sake. They’re more angry that this child slipped into this lair and got the gorilla shot than they are at the danger that kid was actually in. If there’s any fault, perhaps the zoo needs to make its barriers more impregnable than they actually are. Well in the hell are people’s priorities? And that’s from a die hard animal lover.
I’m home now, the shower is running for me to jump into; stopped by Cansecos for mint chocolate chip ice cream; warming all my barbecue in the oven; hummus, dip and pesto await for appetizers; had another wonderful soak yesterday afternoon, but I’m in a hurry to crash…apres shower, going to watch the rest of, “The Great Escape,” followed by another WWII favorite of mine, “The Guns of Navarone,” and then… et voila, “Where Eagles Dare!”
Such a thunderstorm this afternoon, but I think I’m beginning to see cumulus clouds and a few peeks of crape myrtle blooms. Enjoy life, the time to be happy is now, in the most happy way you know will and where you will be; Oh, my, the Pickle Man. Yuk, yuk. You know you’d have more fun with me! You know you already have.
I’m here alone today, it’s been very busy, will be here until 3 PM. But since no one is here, I’m live streaming WTIX, enjoying it. I miss the car radio, but hey, I’ve survived! Looking forward to Where Eagles Dare tonight. I even love the chase theme.