Possumworld

Thursday, April 27, 2006

Rural Boredom?

I participate in an online forum of mostly British ex-pats who have either moved to France, have holiday homes here or are interested in moving here.

There has been a discussion going on where several people are talking about returning to the U.K. That's understandable; there can be many reasons one would want to return home. However, one of the reasons cited was boredom.

I suppose that JM and I are, in fact, pretty boring people. We don't (and never have) party, go to concerts or clubs, hang out with the "in" crowd or any of those types of things. Indeed, perhaps it was the fact that we DON'T do those things that made us feel that we didn't have a lot to gain in remaining in L.A.

L.A. IS the place for you if that's your lifestyle (as is Paris, London, NYC and a bunch of other big cities), but if you don't do those things, you are a bit of a lost soul when you live such places. Everything is too big, too noisy, too hectic, too crowded, too, too, too much of everything.

Our life here in the Possum Kingdom while being laid back, is certainly, for us, far more filled with activity than what we left behind. But I accept that it's not the kind of activity that many people would find particularly exciting.

Today, for example, I baked several types of cookies because JM is giving a slide show on TINTIN at the Bibliotheque Municipale. Noëlle Danjou, our librarian par excellence will make coffee and tea and we'll probably still be talking with folks there until the very un-Chalabre hour of 11 pm or later! Okay, that may make some of you feel like going to sleep now, but we're all looking forward to it.

Then, this weekend is Carnaval here in town. Most towns in our region have Carnaval, but they're all on different days. So, if you're really into it, you can go to Carnaval a dozen times or more during the season. I'm not much into dressing up, but I'll certainly go out to watch those who do. Although, being (as I said) boring, we won't be going to the party afterwards!

In fact, all one needs to do is look at the newspaper on Saturday morning. You can't believe how many activities there are in the Department (and neighboring Departments) every single weekend: book festivals, antique fairs, food fairs, dog fairs, agricultural fairs, concerts, plays, sports events; seriously, if you wanted to do it all, you would never get any rest.

So, I can't say that I think living in the country is boring. At least it doesn't have to be if one is willing to look around.

Ciao for now!

Randy

Monday, April 24, 2006

The Maggieversary

This weekend was our 8th Maggieversary! My girl is
now 10-years-old (approximately), and has changed so
much from the girl she was when she first came to save
us from sadness.

I love seeing the way she is confident when we're out
and about (although still terrified at the sight of
not-a-cats and the sound of air horns). But, in those
early days, we couldn't take her to Santa Monica with
us, because the noise of the cars and people were too
much for her. Now, she goes everywhere and is happy
to walk by our sides, no matter the situation (above
cited not-a-cats aside).

Her most important job has been this past year. I am
convinced that she is in large part responsible for
all our new friends and acquaintances here in the Possum Kingdom.
I am known everywhere as "La Dame est sa chienne" or
"the lady and her dog!" Strangers always come up to
me and soon become friends, all because of Maggie.
"Oh!!! What a beautiful dog!" is the most frequent
comment as opening gambit.

So, I am happy that on Thursday, Maggie was given
magret de canard (duck breast) as a special treat at
Le Commerce. She deserved it and more!

Happy Maggieversary, my dear, sweet girl!

Ciao for now

Randy

Sunday, April 23, 2006

Rugby Update

We live in a village that LOVES rugby! It is their passion. And, our team wins a lot.

Now that winter is over, it's once again RUGBY SEASON. On weekends when there's an important away game, the supporters gather in the morning at one of our two local cafés before taking off together to go to the game.

Of course, the gathering starts well in advance of the time when they are to leave so that those going can also party for a bit with those who are staying. The gathering is accompanied, quite liberally, with drum banging, cymbal crashing, and Maggie's worst nightmare: air horn blowing!

As the hour of departure arrives, the noise level increases, until there is a positive frenzy of excitement.

This morning, the denoument of this little celebration was preceded by the horror of a dozen "not-a-cats" parading down the street directly IN FRONT of our very house!!! The audacity of the whole thing! Acting as if they had every right to be here, on Maggie's very own patch!

Of course, there was no time for recovery from this indignity before the Chalabre Rugby Club supporters began the worst of their cacaphony.

Since today is a nice day and the windows and shutters were all open, there was simply no safe place to hide. Behind the couch seemed to be the closest the Diva could come to finding refuge.

It's all quiet once again, but we have the afternoon to look forward to. If our team wins, we're in for a bad, bad day!

Ciao for now!

Randy

Quiet times

We're in one of those "quiet" periods. Not much exciting going on (at least as seen by the outside world), but plenty to keep us busy.

As I first noticed last year, as soon as the weather becomes warmer and sunnier, we suddenly start seeing more people in the streets. Some of them are visitors, but many are just local residents who feel like getting out and about after a long winter spent next to the fireplace. This always makes doing one's errands take a lot longer, because there are just more people to see and "shmooze" once we go outside.

Yesterday, JM, Maggie and I took advantage of the gorgeous weather to walk to the end of the gardens and see if the gate into the campground was open yet. It was, so we were able to walk past the rugby stade and onto the main road to come back. It's a great walk, and Maggie enjoyed the "sniff" news of a new set of trees than the ones she usually sees.

It will soon be time for everyone to sit out on their benches in front of their houses in the evenings after supper. I look forward to that as well, as it is a true herald of summer.

I remarked to JM last night that I've come to appreciate the sun and warm weather more than I did when we were in L.A. I think it's because having an endless summer, as we mostly did there, doesn't make it seem at all special. Here, because we know that the beautiful days will be a temporary condition, each one seems something to cherish and enjoy.

Ciao for now.

Randy


 
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