Like yesterday, today is beautiful..."unseasonably warm". My husband and son are away for the day. On a lazy Sunday, I get some Alone Time...see how the stars have lined up for me to post anew?
I sat down to lunch, hauled out a king's ransom of doggie bags from a party last night with a buffet of all my favorite ethnic foods. I had only myself to serve, sitting down to such a bounty.
Then, a long chat with my sister who lives in France in which I learned how the French pronounce France.
For some reason, it had not occurred to me that the way we say France wouldn't be how they say it, because of course, they have that distinct way they pronounce R.
So here it is, courtesy of Yahoo! answers: (the internet is wonderful)
Fr-h-awn-se.
Then I thought: how lovely would it be to tear into a fresh Sunday paper and leave it in a disordered pile? So, there I went, on no less than a fine sunny day, windows down, few other cars on the road, with an absolutely delicious, ambition-free task of fetching a paper. And, joy of joys! The first 4 racks were empty, and I had to drive a course around town, meandering back and forth, with no order or direction beyond the usual traffic practices. No luck, but undettered, I headed for Wal-Mart. Such an unnecessary trip, with a long swath of highway to traverse expertly! Yum!
Ahead of me were 2 guys on motorcycles, one in long cut-offs, with stringless Converses, the other with a mohawk atop his helmet. And I thought: what an absolute egotrip it must be to be a noncoformist. Here I was, dressed [after church] in a schoolgirl's get-up: gray twinset with a box-pleat skirt, knee socks and Mary Janes [at 53 years]! In my defense, it IS my Feeling Fat Outfit for Church on Cold Wintermornings.
I couldn't find my car right off, so I walked around in a haphazard search [instead of walking the aisles in order] and when I spotted it, I wove in and out around cars to get to it! That was great!
I have added another new year's resolution to my list: to be less rigid. I'm afraid there's getting to be so many I won't remember them, so I'll just assign my surlplus ones [like making beds first thing every morning] to my husband, since his only New Year's resolution is to be more patient; this is going to work out just fine.