Today is market day here; it happens every Thursday and I impatiently await it. I awake early and traipse off to the “centre ville” right after having my breakfast consisting of a green smoothie (yes, I consume them, but not –heaven forbid- to live like a chimpanzee or have their health, but because I find them delicious) and a bran cracker. Continue reading
MEN FRIENDS
I am delightfully finding that I can actually have men friends. This, for me, is exciting. Apart from one dear, dear friend from many years ago who is gay and therefore never been interested in having sex with me, I have seldom –before now- felt comfortable in the company of a man. Continue reading
MY DAY IN SALIES
For my brother, Michael
Day chez moi begins before it is light although having left the winter solstice behind I hope the days begin to get longer. Still, the sun takes its time in arriving in Salies because there are hills to the East, and the one closest to my house is called “Sweet Roll” or, literally, Sugar Bread (Pain de Sucre). Continue reading
WHAT IF…
Have you noticed how something unpleasant almost always follows that phrase? It’s like “What if everything goes wrong”, or “What if s/he doesn’t like me?”, or “What if I oversleep, miss my appointment, get there late, mess up the sale, fail the exam, get that lousy teacher that hates everyone, or die young?” Continue reading
BEGINNINGS
What better time to write a piece on beginnings than the 1st of January. On this day, we begin a lot of things (apparently). We throw out the old calendar and set up the new one or peg it to the wall. Continue reading
DOING THINGS BACKWARDS
Looking at my life since my divorce 19 years ago, I realize I have been doing things backwards. Travelling around Europe, living in new places, meeting new people, learning a new language, living in an attic apartment with the minimum is something to be done at 18 or 25, not 68 (and I would ask: Is that true?) Continue reading
2010 in review
The stats helper monkeys at WordPress.com mulled over how this blog did in 2010, and here’s a high level summary of its overall blog health:
The Blog-Health-o-Meter™ reads Wow.
Crunchy numbers
A Boeing 747-400 passenger jet can hold 416 passengers. This blog was viewed about 2,300 times in 2010. That’s about 6 full 747s.
In 2010, there were 45 new posts, not bad for the first year! There were 28 pictures uploaded, taking up a total of 15mb. That’s about 2 pictures per month.
The busiest day of the year was July 20th with 74 views. The most popular post that day was AWAKENING.
Where did they come from?
The top referring sites in 2010 were mail.yahoo.com, mail.live.com, facebook.com, itsallaboutwomen.com, and bpcs-zaranot-04.
Some visitors came searching, mostly for brianda domecq, writingalife.com, egoness, everything mindless, and living a conscious life.
Attractions in 2010
These are the posts and pages that got the most views in 2010.
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AWAKENING July 2010
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IMAGES TO GO WITH THE WORDS August 2010
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About July 2010
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BEING BEAUTIFUL July 2010
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LIFE DOESN’T OWE YOU ANYTHING September 2010
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DOES ONE EAT THE PANSY?
If this keeps up before long I will have a book just with the vignettes on eating in French restaurants. It seems that every time I eat out I find myself taking notes on new things or old things re-observed. Today was no exception. Continue reading
AFTER THE DOWNS
And then there are the days after “the downs”. Things begin to look different. Not right away, but little by little. A first bird shows up at the feeder that has hung unattended out of the third story window. Eyes once more delight in the sudden rays of sun that shoot through clusters of grey clouds. Continue reading
THE DOWNS
We’re so used to running from discomfort,
and we’re so predictable. If we don’t like it,
we strike out at someone or beat up on ourselves.
We want to have security and certainty of some
kind when actually we have no ground to stand
on at all. (When Things Fall Apart, Pema Chodron)
In the excitement of realizing what seemed like so many dreams at once, I did not think much of what was to come, so I felt no fear. Continue reading
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