Sunday, May 27, 2012

You were always on my mind...

Micah had taken a group of students to Paris two weeks before Michele and I went.  She had left notes for  me in two light posts next to Notre Dame, under a rock in a garden, and in a crevice in a wall at the Palais Royale.  I loved my treasure hunt and love my sweet daughter for thinking of me when she was there.  Finding Micah's notes was made easier the detailed instructions she gave me.   This is her hint for the ones  at the Palais Royale.  The print is barely visible on two columns at the entrance.

Jackpot

The first note I found, happily undamaged and undisturbed, was stuffed into a hole in this lamp post outside Notre Dame.

Never, ever, ever again!

There was good reason for the condescending woman from South Carolina, on the train from the airport with us, to superciliously remark to her friends that SHE never travels to Paris with more than a carry-on.  I wished later that I'd responded that my luggage was mostly filled with gifts for my Parisian family members.  After all, I did take (and forget to give) peanut butter (her request) and marshmallow cream (not requested, but makes a peanut butter sandwich the most delicious thing in the whole world) to Nathalie.  And, potpourri to my sister-in-law Michele.

I'll leave you with the image of Michele (friend and travel partner) and I lugging this mountain of luggage up and down streets, over cobblestones, and through lines of people waiting to get into Notre Dame.  Even though I'd spent a week walking those streets to and from the same hotel a year before, I managed to get turned around and lost going from the metro stop to the hotel.   Our hysterical giggling didn't make us any less conspicuous.  It was the first of many giggling fits as we bungled our way through Paris.

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Somewhere in the depths of my new Mac, in a series of pictures taken on this day, there's one of Micah sitting with the foal's head in her lap.  The excitement about the potential offered by my new laptop is eclipsed by the frustration of not knowing how the hell to work it.  I've been to four training sessions and, yet, don't know the basics.  Trying to organize my pictures has driven me to tears more than once.  I'm extremely fragile.

Sassy

Lanie was getting a little sassy and playful when Micah was here in April.  A few times, she kind of tried to play chase, or something, running towards Micah and darting around.  Last week, she came up behind Courtney and reared up and put her feet on Courtney's shoulders.  Cute at this size, but less cute at 1000 lbs..



It's not hard for me to understand Micah's dream of spending her law school fund, that she's accumulated through several years of being the cheapest person on the planet, on buying back Liberty and her foal.  It may not be a wise financial decision, but I admire the way she knows what she wants and is willing to make it happen.