I just finished reading Julia Child's My Life in France, written with Alex Prud'homme, her grandnephew.
Her memories, served up here with photos by her husband, Paul, made for delightful reading and I felt sad as I neared the end, knowing that this visit to France with the Childs was coming to an end.
If any of you are looking for some nice escapist reading (and these days, don't we all need some?), I heartily recommend the book.
This has been a good weekend. Not horrendously productive but productive enough and with rest included. I have done two loads of laundry; had lunch with friend Kathy; taken out the hoe and reestablished most of the wells around trees, vines, and roses in the back yard; done the church schtick for several hours today; watched some telly; taken a nap; and dined on four-cheese ravioli with pesto and green salad with blue cheese. A nice bit of chillaxin' woven through all of that. I even had occasion to defend my personal boundaries (though, granted, this entailed going to bed and waking up angry, but it's dealt with now).
I hope y'all had a good weekend.
I shall try to be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed for my saint's day tomorrow.
--the BB
1 comment:
Chillaxin' seldom coincides with the defending of personal boundaries, so my hat's off to you, my friend!
Thanks for sharing these upbeat moments in this generally downbeat world. Made me smile just to hear it.
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