Sunday morning and four days of back blogging to catch up with. Luckily I made hasty notes as the week went by but I want to get on with it today or I will forget those special little ‘nugget’s that happen in a day. A problem faces me: do I type from today backwards or do I return four days and type forwards?
I have been feeling increasingly guilty since the last time I blogged I had been ill again: I am anxious that you kind people out there who quite unexpectedly do care, may worry at my silence. It is that it took all my strength to get the place and myself in a civilized state to welcome my friend: after that it was my wish to try to give her a real break from responsibility and care, so I looked after all the arrangements, meals, outings and travel, with consultation of course, since she said it was such a rest not to have to be in charge all the time. I am tired now and the cough and hoarseness have not quite gone, but very nearly. The bronchitis itself is dead and gone.
So back to my diary today, but first I wanted to post a note to say all is well, thank you for caring and sorry for the silence, but my plan worked. Friend came looking tired, careworn and exhausted, and when she left on Saturday she looked rested, rosy cheeked, eyes sparkling and kindly said my love and joy of Paris had restored her and she had not thought about what she had left behind at all. And, indeed, on our last full day, I had her walking down a boulevard, eating hot brioche containing cold ice cream, giggling her head off and covered with icing sugar, as we wended our way from a meal of authentic middle eastern dishes in a C13 building to a shop selling African art made from recycled plastic bags to the Red Wheelbarrow where we had a bet with the proprietor about literary festivals, which incidentally I lost, before heading on to a theatre performance of the Sound of Music in French by marionettes.
But I must not get ahead of myself and spoil the surprises. So, catching up time begins with the next post.
I think her own world of grief and care had definitely been left behind for a few days.
This is a lovely evocative painting full of joy, and to see it full size, send it as a free postcard or to buy the original go to: en.artoffer.com
Van Renselar Emotions: Joy
500 × 500 – 49 ko – jpg