Life is all nutty.
Yesterday I was in my building's hallway, trying to manage four big boxes when I opened the door for someone obviously searching for the code written down somewhere in his planner/address book. Mysteriously, it was Taliesin (heh, heh), a co-blogger and co-Anglophone in Paris. After T discovered my site, and we had written emails and read one another's blogs for quite some time, we were surprised to find that one of T's good friend lives only four floors down from me (which explains what he was doing in my building). So on Friday in my building's hallway, it was T who went ahead and asked me if I was the Lee he thought I might be, and I was surprised to find out he had pretty much guessed it based on a hunch.
He was friendly and pleasant whereas I was gross and sticky from carrying the big boxes in the crappy humid weather we've been having. But still, it was groovy - albeit rather surreal - to experience virtual and real paths crossing. T introduced me to my neighbor - his friend - briefly (whom I had met once before when he kindly rescued my keys after The Boy left them dangling from our mailbox...) but we had never discussed names. Of course, I knew of Tony (the friend) even if he didn't know of me, because I go by his house daily on the way up, up, up to the sixth floor. Tony naturally has no reason to walk by my house because, well, that's four floors too many, and in the wrong direction.
So that was goofy, and it left me feeling rather giddy, although I wish I hadn't been in such a rush to run over to Martine's or I would have chatted a bit more with both T-men. Ah...next time, maybe.
Anyway, that has pretty much set the tone for the last 48 hours. After the casual run-in, I dropped off the cartons, changed clothes (this weather calls for constant wardrobe adjustments) and set off to Martine's, which was a strange evening in and of itself. I came home, fell asleep, talked on the phone, and fell asleep again.
And although there have been some unpleasant things happening recently, I'm keeping afloat alright. I found out I got accepted to the Sorbonne, which makes me feel good and accomplished after a year of feeling like dirty mouthwash.
I've been spending a lot of time by myself, doing some stuff I've been wanting to get done. That feels good and I feel it helps me keep my head on straight when everything else is helping to keep it scrambled.
Today I went and spent an hour or so in the park, watching the volleyball tournament. I think I'll pick up the sport again when the school year starts. I miss it and I think it could be a good way not only to get some excercise, but also to meet some people. The Sorbonne has a team, but it might be more my type of thing to join a city league. I guess it depends on who asks me for more money, in the end. Those players at the tournament today were really, really good. Well, actually, the women weren't, but the men were amazing.
While I was sitting in the Gardens, the rain came in suddenly and started pouring down. Everyone ran for cover under the trees, and I liked the dark green color under which we all found shelter.
Things might be a bit hectic around here for a bit. I'm trying to reorganize Odessa Street - there's a new Lebanese restaurant across the street from my building and I take that as a sign that it's time to do some home deco. I'm learning some CSS while I am at it. So I'm sorry if things get all funny-like. I think it sort of goes along with my semi-schizophrenic state of mind right now. Please forgive me for any wackiness you might see because of it.
How does a Lebanese restaurant inspire home deco????
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