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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. |
| Today is Daylight Savings in Europe. Fuck you DST. I woke up and it was already 8:30 even though my body was screaming that it was only 7:30. My computer clock tells my it's already 10am and I just finished my coffee and want to crawl back into bed. Even the cats were confused this morning when I managed to roll out of bed and down the stairs because I had to pee and make coffee. They lifted their heads from their respective spots in the bedroom - Pistou on a suitcase (which is now so covered in his fur it's unsuitable for air travel) and Dumpling on the windowsill - and looked at me as though they could not understand what I was doing up at this ungodly hour. On the weekends apparently no one in this house gets up before 9. Unless my husband is getting up to go drive to the train station to pick me up. But I'm already home - so again, they silently asked the question "What are you doing up at this ungodly hour?" I went to bed early last night. At 22h30 rather than midnight. I just had no energy to stay awake, or motivation to do anything including computer games. This morning it is much the same. I just want to stay in bed. I will work out today because I have to, but probably later rather than sooner. Or maybe I'll just do a half an hour. I studied a little yesterday and the day before that I was feeling pretty good about myself and now... I feel deflated. One day at a time I guess. I didn't sleep very well last night. In the background to this pointless ramble, I'm playing the Met Opera's live streaming production of the day. They had Wagner week, which I studiously ignored. When I was a musician I had so many friends and colleagues who were huge fans of Wagner but I just can't get into him. He was an asshole and his music is long winded and boring. Today the Met is streaming Die Meistersinger von Nürnberg and it's fucking 5 hours long. 5 hours for a story about a guy who wants to learn to sing so he can marry a girl. And it's supposedly a comedy - dramatic comedy, not modern comedy. I'm kind of sad I missed Die Walküre though. Anyway, while Wagner's music is lush and big and velvety and rich and full and basically a big glass of aged Chave Hermitage or Vieux Château Certan I find it overrated. 20 minutes of meandering around a chord. Where one or two glasses might be enough he tries to pour a magnum down your throats. While the analogy comparing to Wagner to a Hermitage is actually apt, my writing is crap. It's too early for this. Even though my clock says it's 10h15. Fuck you DST. Editing this post to add: After writing and posting this I roamed around on WDC for about 30 minutes. It's now 10h46 and Die Meistersinger is still on the 1st scene of Act 1. 1st scene of act 1. It's been 45 minutes... Just to highlight the ridiculousness that is Wagner. |