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Because I usually am in Vino ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** In 2009, I gave up my studies as a medievalist and musician, left my home, my family, my life and moved to Provence in southern France for a guy. In 2012, I moved away from him to study wine. Today, I'm a vagabond sommelier working in Paris at one of the oldest and most famous restaurants in the world, struggling to find some purpose to what I deem the rest of my life. I'm still married and after 8 10 years, I'm still trying to fit-in with French life and culture and to understand why the French are the way they are. Because they're weird in a different way that I think Americans are weird. Perhaps it's me who's weird. |
| One of the problems in trying to blog right now is that nothing is really happening. Many people can claim that this is difficult and elucidate on their numerous challenges, but for me and my husband this has been just another week. It's strange for me to not be at work, of course, but I've passed plenty a work-vacation on my sofa. I finished typing up the few tasting notes I brought with me. I wrote for a tiny bit one day (15 minutes). I went to the open-air market yesterday and bought from local producers who are struggling. Finished reading Wine and War, watched la Traviata on the Met's website, straightened up my office and dumped a lot of useless papers. Contacted my caviste about a wine delivery. Played a lot of Sims 4 yesterday. I've been journaling. Meditating There is no clear set of goals here however. I don't have a novel I've been itching to write anymore or a wine region I'm dying to study. Plus, I've purchased a few things on the internet plus my wine means that I don't really have any money left until I get paid in two weeks. Or my healthcare rembourses me for my doctor visits last week. But who knows when any of that will happen. None of us are very sure how the chomage partiel is going to work. Also, I left my glasses on the train. For the past two days it was ok, but today I've noticed already this morning that my eyes are bothering me. I don't know how to get new ones at this time. I'm not blind at least but it's not pleasant. I've taken a lot of photos of the cats and random happenings in my apartment. Wednesday I was playing with Dumpling and smashed my head into the corner of the wall. Now there is a massive bruise on my head combined with a zit. Seriously- I'm almost 39 and still getting massive adolescent-like acne at the worst possible moments in the worst possible places. I can't really wash that part of my face because it hurts too much. I can barely wash my hair. Luckily however, it's no worse than just a huge gargoyle style lump and bruise because going to the hospital for a concussion would have also been impossible at this time. |