An Anniversary and a Mystery

Wednesday was the 5th anniversary of our buying our house here in the Possum Kingdom!

Sometimes it feels as if we’ve been here forever, but mostly we still feel that we need to pinch ourselves to believe that we really live here and aren’t just on holiday.

Two things this week point out those wildly opposite and diverse viewpoints. On Tuesday we had one of our not-frequent-enough potluck dinners with some of our neighbors. It’s always difficult to get five or six households to all fit into a schedule; thus the irregularity of the event. But, as always, it was a lovely, relaxed evening. Each of us made something that we thought the others would enjoy and were all satisfied to see that nothing was left in the serving dishes after they’d made the rounds.

My contribution was a vegetable/sweet potato soup that I’ve recently come up with. I was afraid people would find the idea of it too strange and not even want to taste it, but everyone wants the recipe, so I declare it a success!

As we were sitting there discussing various and sundry things, I suddenly realized how utterly comfortable I am with the lovely people sitting around the table. We discussed things that had occurred in the village and feeling a part of that was a wonderful, warm feeling. I feel closer to these people whom I’ve only known for five years than I did to neighbors we had in Los Angeles for 20 years!

The feeling that this is still all new came yesterday.

We woke up to one of those truly glorious days that we sometimes have in the midst of winter when you are starting to despair of ever again seeing the sun. The sky was blue, the temperatures were mild and the sun was shining on the melted snow. It was really the kind of day where you feel you need to do something, anything, that will get you out of the house for a little while.

We were running low on grape juice and were totally out of Blanquette, so w realized that what was needed was a trip to our favorite winery in Castelrang, “Le Domaine de Cassignoles, owned by M. and Mme. Rolland. We called to make sure they would be in and planned a visit for the afternoon.

Unfortunately, by the time we left, the storm that the evil forces at Metéo France had predicted was starting to blow its way into the area. Our blue skies were gone, but we decided to not let that stop us.

One of the things that always strikes us is the small road we take to get to Castelrang. It reminds us of some of the back roads we used to take in the Var when we would go to Toulon on vacation. Both JM and I had one of those flashback moments that made us aware of how truly lucky we are that this is now our life and NOT just a vacation. We felt all cozy and happy despite the gray skies.

Once at the Domaine, we let the dogs out of the car, because the Rollands are very kind and love dogs. They always insist that we let ours run a bit. They had a blast and, as usual, I always feel a sense of disapproval from Shmoo Alexander that he does not have such a nice place to play on a regular basis.

We set out to come home and here is where the mystery fits in. I plug my mobile phone into the car stereo to use the MP3 player. 90% of the music on it is from CDs I’ve had for a very long time and copied over. I probably hadn’t bought a new CD in L.A. for about two years before we moved. The rest of the music is stuff that I get from iTunes periodically when I turn American Express points into music gift certificates. So, all the music on my phone is mine.

Yet, suddenly songs that I absolutely don’t recognize started to play! It was weird, like having crossed over into an alternate universe. In particular, there was a French song about being in a Gay marriage that I swear I have never, ever heard before! In fact, when I looked at my iTunes software I can’t actually even find that song; so where did it come from???? We may never know the answer.

Ciao for now.


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7 thoughts on “An Anniversary and a Mystery

  1. That is just so weird, Randy! You probably never will know the answer. I wonder whether you could even find it on your cellphone again…

    Still, sounds like a lovely day!

  2. Is your cell French, one you bought there? If so, my DH, the techie in our little group, suggests maybe there was a sample file already loaded on it… ??? and none of those have just ever come up in the shuffle before???

  3. I suppose it’s possible that the song was already on there as a sample, but if that’s the case, it was a very, very odd choice!

  4. I experimented that wonderful feeling of being with new friends like your neighbors in your new life. Had the same on the island of Paros for the 21 years I was there. Sometimes we were of 12 nationalities around the table, like you each one would bring a dish, sometimes greek, sometimes from their country and it was a gourmet experience like no other before.
    We all had in common the island we chose to spend our other life on and noone cared who we were, what we did before, if we had money or not, it took forever to find out what each was in there working lives, what “social ladder” they lived in, and we all had the WHO CARES attitude that came with island living and the greek way of life. It tought me so much just having these new people in my life. Being back now in the place I was born, I really miss our international meetings, meals shared, the greek kefi (joie de vivre) and heated discussions.

  5. I definitely think living in a place like L.A. where you are judged based on what you do and how much money you make scews your perception of things, Suzanne. I love being in a village where no one worries nor cares about any of those things. In fact, being TOO wealthy would probably make everyone suspicious of you!

    It’s great not having to worry about keeping up with “DuPonts!”

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