Today was one of those glorious summer days that you wish every other summer day could be like. The air was fresh and not too hot. Just wonderful. It made me glad to be alive.

And I have to tell you about the coolest thing ever. I bought a new hose and hose reel so I would be able to water the mountain laurel without getting dirty. My old hose was covered in pine pitch or something, but it left me water-logged and filthy by the time I was done. The thing that is so great is the hose reel. It winds itself up using water power. You just flip the switch and the hose winds away. It also washes the hose as it's wound up. I am in hose heaven about this gadget. Come over and I'll give you a demo. Seriously.

Barney has glaucoma. The poor thing was fine one minute (Sunday night) and the next (Monday morning) his right eye was swollen, milky and very painful. The vet said that we caught it early and that it is only in one eye at the moment. I do remember it being a little red last week, but it didn't seem to be a major thing. He still has vision in that eye and we're hoping to keep it that way. We've put him on steroids to reduce the swelling and we've put his left eye on prophylactic glaucoma medicine to try to stave off problems. He went to the opthalmologist today and she couldn't find a cause of the swelling, so it's a treatment of the symptoms kind of thing right now. I'm afraid of him losing his sight. Bostons have such bulbous eyes anyway so they can be prone to eye problems. My poor little man.

Martha told me that I don't blog anymore. I just haven't had anything to say. We had a really nice time this weekend with my mother. We were able to make her birthday very special and she was able to talk about my father in a happy way, which was really nice to see. Father's day for me was horrible. I couldn't stop crying all day. Robert didn't know what to do with me. I'm not the kind of person who enjoys being comforted while I'm crying. In fact, I hate it. I don't know why. If I had my way, I would never cry in front of anyone ever. Maybe it's a weakness thing. So I'm bawling and he can't come over and soothe me because he'll get yelled at. LOL.

Soon I'm going to have to empty out my kitchen and bedroom so that the remodeling can begin. It hasn't even started yet and already I'm itching for it to be over. I'm not looking forward to the disruption at all. So the beadmaking is going to be sporadic at best this summer, because of the remodeling. I can't imagine trying to control my dogs around the workmen, etc. They'd be trying to kiss the men and jumping all over them. Plus, once I get back to beadmaking after the remodel, I'll be making all my drawer pulls and cabinet knobs. I'm very excited for that. Most of the kitchen is neutral, except for the pendant lights and the knobs. It's going to look awesome.

Father's day will mark the 4-month anniversary of my Dad's death. Now the ads for Father's day sales, gifts, restaurants, etc. are all over the place and just serve to remind me that this is the first Father's day when I don't have my father with me. Not that we made a huge deal out of this hallmark holiday or anything. I would make a point of seeing him and bring a card, sometimes a gift. Usually we'd gather at my parents' house and it would just be a nice day of being together. My mom's birthday is in the middle of June, so the two days frequently were close. My father would say "where's my gift?" as if he were really expecting us to get him something. He was a hard person to buy things for. If there were something he wanted for himself, he would buy it. Chances are we couldn't have afforded it anyway. I can remember a couple of Father's day presents I gave him in the last few years. One was a key chain with a bead on it that was supposed to look like a golf ball. He said he liked it. The other was a wine bottle stopper with a glass top that I made. He liked that one.

On a happier note, my mom's 70th birthday is this weekend, so we are taking her out to dinner to a favorite restaurant. I'm looking forward to it.

Oh, and Amy tagged me, so I will have to figure out who to tag next and what to write. Soon. Soon.

This morning I dreamt about my father. In my dream I knew he was dead, so when I saw him, I ran over to him and gave him a great big hug. He was wearing a peach-colored golf shirt. I hugged him and told him how happy I was to see him. But he didn't really respond to me, except to say that the coffee smelled good. All my family was there and they could see him, too, but he didn't see us. I think this is only the first or maybe second time I've dreamt about him since he died. So immediately on waking, I burst into tears. I still cry when I think about it. And I had been doing so well recently. It's like all the pain has come back. Usually those kinds of dreams for me are comforting -- almost like you've had a visit with your loved one -- but I think in this case the emotions are too new and raw so it was upsetting rather than comforting.

I don't know what happened to summer, because we're back to the Fall weather that makes me long for warmer climes. It's pouring down rain and is only 55 degrees. I had an OK weekend. We stopped by my mother-in-law's house on Saturday and she showed me some of the flowering trees she has that do well in shade. It was nice. She also showed me the cluster of lady slippers that she has in the woods. I've never seen anything like it. Wow.

Anyway, we decided on a Mountain Laurel. They are beautiful and grow nicely in shade. We had a ton of them outside the kitchen window at 226 where I grew up. So it's a good tree for a memorial to my father, I think. Yesterday we went and bought one and hopefully someone is going to come plant it for us. I would do it myself as it's not that big, but the place where I want it to go has a juniper bush that needs to be removed. I don't think I'm up to doing that. Messy. Ick. Here's a picture of what they look like:

I really love my yard, especially at this time of the year. Today I took my camera outside and took some pictures so I thought I'd post them here. It is a glorious day. It's 72 degrees; the sun is shining; the sky is blue; and there's a refreshing breeze.


I love the tangle of branches of these pine trees.



This is what we see from the house, looking towards the road.


I found a lady slipper in the woods!


Here's the ground. I have no grass, just this mossy stuff, some lichen and some low flowers.


This is my meditation bench. I try to decorate it seasonally, but haven't bought any spring flowers yet. I call it the Henge.


I found this momma bird while I was taking pictures. She looks like she's trying to hold still so I don't see her. This is right outside the front door. It doesn't get used much.


Another lady slipper!



Soon I will have a beautiful peony. This is right under the bird's nest.



This is where I want to put the tree honoring my Dad. You can see it's sunny when I took the picture, but it won't be for long. I guess it only gets 2-3 hours of sun per day, because of all the trees that shade my whole yard.

It was a gorgeous weekend weather-wise. And the bonus is that there's one more day. I had a fair to middling bead day yesterday; today was better. We went to the garden center up the road to see about a flowering tree. I'm not sure a tree is our best option as where we want to put it gets only a little sun each day. Our yard is so shady and the ornamental trees need sun 6-8 hours per day. So I need to rethink my plan. We put out the hummingbird feeder but so far none have found it. Everything is so green because of the rain we've had. My lilies of the valley are in bloom and when you step out onto the porch, it's all you can smell. It's heavenly.

I took this picture at night - obviously - by balancing my camera on the wall and hoping that it was still enough to capture the image. I think I did OK. This is one of my favorite pictures from the trip.
This is a clown taking a break and smoking a cigarette. I find him odd - kind of like a tough-guy clown who's had a hard life.
This is me and Robert in front of a very cool painting at the Pompidou.
And of course, the Eiffel Tower from the Bateau Mouche.

When I am Old...

When I am old, I will wear soft gray sweatshirts
and a bandana over my silver hair
and I will spend my social security checks on wine and my dogs.

I will sit in my house on my well-worn chair
and listen to my dogs' breathing.
I will sneak out in the middle of a warm summer night
and take my dogs for a run, if my old bones will allow...

When people come to call, I will smile
and nod as I show them my dogs and talk of them and about them
the ones so beloved of the past
and the ones so beloved of today
I will still work hard cleaning after them,
mopping and feeding them and whispering their names
in a soft loving way.

I will wear the gleaming sweat on my throat,
like a jewel and I will be an embarrassment to all
especially my family who have not yet found
the peace in being free to have dogs as your best friends

These friends who always wait, at any hour, for your footfall
and eagerly jump to their feet out of a sound sleep,
to greet you as if you are a God.
With warm eyes
full of adoring love and hope that you will always stay,
I'll hug their big strong necks
I'll kiss their dear sweet heads
and whisper in their very special company.

I look in the Mirror and see I am getting old
this is the kind of person I am and have always been.
Loving dogs is easy, they are part of me.
Please accept me for who I am.
My dogs appreciate my presence in their lives
they love my presence in their lives
When I am old this will be important to me
you will understand when you are old if you have dogs to love too.
~ Author Unknown ~

It's good to be home, but this weather sure is icky. I'm itching to make some beads and I think tomorrow is the day. Going to France was a good thing for me. It kind of allowed me to step away from my sorrow for a while. Somehow my Dad's being gone wasn't as in my face as it usually is when I'm home. It was kind of nice, but still every once in a while it would come rushing back and I'd just think to myself "I can't believe my Dad's dead". But those times were fewer inbetween there than they are here.

We're home. We fell asleep last night around 9:00 pm and woke up around 5:00 am, all because of the time change. We went out to breakfast and I picked up the dogs and Gary, who are all very happy to be home. So today I'm just doing things like laundry, unpacking and all the non-fun part of coming home after traveling.

I found out that while I was gone, my mother was admitted to the hospital with a heartrate of 30. I hate the fact that people try to hide things like this from me while I'm gone. They did it to me when I was on my QM2 trip last year about Barney having a seizure. It really ticks me off that they don't tell me these things. I was completely accessible by email, so getting in touch was not a problem. I thought after the Barney incident, I had made my feelings known, but somehow they were overlooked. In any event, my mother is OK; she took the wrong pill or some such thing. She's out and is going to be fine.

Well, here it is, our last night in Paris. This morning we woke up a little on the late side, but that's OK. It's our vacation. We went to Hermes and did a little shopping there. Their scarves are so pretty. And the salespeople were extra-nice, I don't care what Oprah says. If she had been there on time, they would have let her in. It had nothing to do with her color. Anyway, after shopping, we went to Delizie d'Uggiano for lunch. We ate at that restaurant twice last time we were in Paris, so we had to go back for the tortellini aux truffes. Yum! I just love truffles. After lunch we came back to the hotel for a nap. We slept for a long time, during which time it rained. So that made us not want to wake up even more. After our nap, Robert went out to get some money and a macaron. He found "La Maison du Chocolat" and he brought back some goodies from there. He got a little lost coming back, but eventually found his way back to the hotel. About 8:15, we left the hotel to go find some dinner and wound up at "Royal Madeleine" a place that Sarah, Bob and I had eaten at last time in Paris, too. It's not unusual for parisians to return to the same restaurant(s) over and over, so we're just doing as the parisians do. We had wine, and foie gras and creme brulee and life is good.

Tomorrow our plane leaves at 1:30, so this is my last blog entry from France for now. I am so thankful and happy that I made the decision to come along with Robert on his trip. It has been wonderful and hasn't done anything to dissuade my opinion of France and her people. A bientot! Vive la France!

It's midnight and we just got back to the hotel, so this is going to be short. This morning we went to breakfast to Angelina's on Caroline's recommendation. It was yummy, and we couldn't even finish. The hot chocolate was like drinking a liquid candy bar it was so rich. After breakfast, we headed to the Centre Pompidou to meet Laurel - a lampworker living in Paris who I know from online and meeting once at a bead show - and her French husband Cedric. We met up with them just as an enormous rainstorm blew up. The wind was whipping the rain sideways. It came up so quickly, too. Luckily we were right at the museum so we scooted inside. So we saw the modern art which was great. Then we went to a brasserie for a limonade and a diet coke. After that, we went on le Bateau Mouche - a cruise on the river Seine. Then we went to the St. Michel section of Paris for dinner. I had a yummy potato, ham and cheese casserole. Then we walked over L'ile de la cite and saw Notre Dame all lit up and took the Metro home. When we got out at La Concorde, the Tour Eiffel was all lit up and sparkling, which it does for 15 minutes every hour. It was so magical. I'm ready for bed. My dogs are barking.

Oh, and Happy Mother's Day to my mom, my mother in law, my sister and all the other moms out there!

The mystery of the brains has been solved. It was not "noix de *riz* de veau" it was "noix de *ris* de veau and ris is calves' sweetbreads. Lesson learned and even better that it was someone else who paid the price.

We arrived in Paris around 2:15. The train was fine. We were able to communicate to the taxi driver where our hotel was so we made it here in short order. Our room is small but comfortable. After arriving, we went to the brasserie up the street for a sandwich because by then we were starving. Now it's 10:00 pm and we're not hungry, but that's OK. We called Robert's niece Caroline who is spending the year studying in Paris and took her out for une boisson. It was nice to see her. She's having a good time and is very busy with her job and with school.



Being the old fogies that we are, we're ready for bed and we're watching the Eurovision Song Contest and reading. We need to rest up for tomorrow's excursions.

I had a fairly lazy morning after breakfast. I sat in the lounge and read while the maid made up our room, then I took my shower and read some more. Around 1pm I set off for the afternoon. I was under strict orders from Robert to bring the camera and take pictures, so I did. I stopped at a boulangerie for a sandwich for lunch and headed to the Museum of Fine Arts. The museum doesn't open until 1, which is why I had such a late start. So I sat outside the Chateau and people-watched while I ate my sandwich. I walked to the Museum and bought a ticket. The woman behind the desk asked me where in France I came from - I think it's the equivalent of a store asking you your zip code - and when i said Etats-Unis, she said I speak French very well. I was pretty pleased. The museum was fairly boring - I prefer more modern art to the art that was shown there. But it was an hour or so well-spent. After the museum, I had a strawberry sorbet at the Museum cafe and read for a little bit. I was meeting Robert and Guido at the Chateau at 4:30, so I still had an hour to kill until they got there. I took some more pictures and put on my ipod and listened to French 80's pop that I like.



Robert and Guido showed up around 4:15, just as it started to rain. We went into the Chateau and I saw the tapestries again, and Robert and Guido saw them for the first time. This time I took pictures.



It was still raining when we finished, so we explored the rest of the Chateau. By the time we finished it was 6:00 and we agreed to go back to our hotels and meet at a little bar up the street at 7:00 to decide on where to go for dinner.

Sitting in the bar watching people was more fun than it sounds like it would be. I love people watching. We chatted and drank some wine until about 8:00 when we decided to go to a famous restaurant the lady at the hotel recommended for dinner. It was an amazing culinary experience. Robert started with foie gras terrine - that duck was already dead so no harm done. He shared and it was so creamy and delicious - like butter. Then for dinner, Robert and I both had filet mignon with Morel mushroom sauce and Guido had the veal, which looked like a veal brain, but he swore was delicious. The menu said "noix de riz de veau" so I just told him it was veal. I had no idea about the brain part. Luckily it was delicious so he's not blaming me.

This area is where they make Cointreau, so we each had a trilogy of Cointreau-based desserts: Cointreau fruit cocktail, Cointreau mousse and Cointreau ice cream. It was wonderful.

Tomorrow we leave Angers and head to Paris. I really like this town and I'm a little sad to say goodbye. Or better yet, au revoir.

Thursday: Not a whole lot to report for me today. It was Day 2 of the conference, so I just read a lot in my room and took a little walk up the street. Robert gave his talk today and it went very very well. Many people asked interesting follow-up questions and were excited by his research. We're very proud. Tomorrow we're going back to the Chateau and I'm going to bring Robert on the sightseeing train. I'm looking forward to Paris when I'm not by myself for most of the day and we can do things together.

Today was the first day of Robert's conference, so I was on my own, but we did have breakfast together. I just love French breakfasts. I had a croissant with butter and jam, a brie sandwich on French bread and cafe au lait. There is nothing better than drinking coffee out of a bowl. After breakfast, Robert left for the conference and I went into the city to explore. I went to the Fortress Castle, built by the Plantagenets in the thirteenth century. One of the main attractions at the Castle is the Tapestry of the Apocalypse, a series of seventy-something tapestries illustrating the text of the Book of Revelations according to St. John. The tapestries were commissioned in 1374 and are amazingly well-preserved. After seeing the castle, I took a little 45-minute tram tour of the city to get my bearings. The spoken part of the tram tour was en francais and I followed along fairly well. After the tram tour I came back to the hotel to take a nap.


When Robert came back from the conference, we took a walk up to the castle so he could see it. Then we went to a reception at the Mairie given by the Mayor of Angers for the conference attendees. It was hot and boring, but the cookies were good and so was the champagne. We met up with Robert's friend Guido and Leo, a man from Vancouver, B.C. whom Robert and Guido met at lunch. We wandered around looking for a restaurant to eat dinner at and wound up at a creperie, much to Robert's extreme pleausure. I don't want to bore people with the minutae of our gastronomic tour of France, but I had a galette aux champignons and Robert had one with duck, apples and peppercorn sauce. For dessert, I had a flaming crepe with apples and calvados and Robert had a "crepe split" with bananas chocolate sauce, pastry cream and whipped cream. We chatted and before you knew it it was 10:00 and time to head back to the hotel.

We're here in France. I am never going back to flying coach again. The flight was incredible. The seats were huge - more leg room than I've ever seen. Each seat had a pillow and blanket and a packet of toiletries and goodies to make our flight more comfortable. They brought us drinks, newspapers and then the menu. Our meal started with warm mixed nuts, followed by marinated cheeses and olives. The next course was an appetizer of shrimp and smoked salmon. A beautiful fresh salad accompanied by artisan breads followed. The main course was a choice of lamb, filet of beef, seafood risotto or lasagna. We both chose the lamb, which was wonderful. Ice cream sundaes with our choice of toppings was the dessert.

The flight crew passed out personal entertainment devices to the business class passengers. It had games, music, movies, TV shows, pretty much anything you'd want to do. The best part about the PEDs were the headphones. They passed out Bose Noise Cancelling headphones, and they are fantastic. I need to get a pair for when I fly. You put them on and it's like you're not on a plane. They fit my iPod, and listening to my relaxing music through them put me on a cloud. The seats had reclining backs and footrests that extended, so we were practically laying flat while we were dozing. I didn't really get much sleep on the plane, but I sure was comfortable. So thanks so much Mom, for upgrading us to business class. It was fun and I'm spoiled forever.

The flight itself was good, but it did get bumpy towards the end. I was pretty relaxed throughout because of the luxury I was in. It's hard to worry when you're in business class. We landed at Charles de Gaulle about 7:30 am Paris time; 1:30 am NH time. We found our way to the train station and took the TGV to Angers. It was about a 2 1/2 hour trip. We kept falling asleep on the train and Robert kept snoring. I'd kick him a little to wake him up so he wouldn't make a scene snoring all over the place. Our hotel is right across from the train station and our room is quite nice. We're on the fourth floor and we overlook the Place de la Gare. We checked in and rested a little bit. I'm trying to not take a nap today so I can adjust to the time quicker. Then we washed up, got dressed and took a walk around town. Most everything was closed because it was the break during the mid-day and it started to rain, so we came back to the hotel and stopped at the boulangerie next door for a Mille Feuille and a tarte aux fraises. Yum! So that's it so far. I'll do more updating tomorrow. I love you all and I miss you.

Yesterday was the bead show. I had a very good day, fun-wise as well as financial-wise. I got some spending money for France, so I think I'll buy myself another Hermes scarf. It was nice to see some of the bead people I haven't seen in so long after a long winter of hibernation. I need to get out more. After the show, we went to my Mom's where we had Chinese food for dinner. It was yummy and hit the spot after a long day.

This morning Martha and my Mother came to my house and we all went out to the corner coffee shop for breakfast. It was good, but it was even better because we were together. Then we stopped at Lull Farm to look at plants and flowers. I bought my mother a lovely basket of flowers and plants - one of those mixed ones. It was dainty and just very pretty. I gave it to her already because I'm not going to be here on Mother's Day.

I've just finished up my business bookkeeping from the bead show. I just need to pack for France, pack up the dogs' and cat's things for boarding and I'll be ready to be off. I'll be blogging while I'm in France, hopefully.