Tie my dreams upon a string, lift my arms high in hopes that they will sing…
All right, down to the brass and tacks for those who have been asking: Kipling is doing just fine. The massive smile on Claire’s face on Monday night at the check-up said it all but she exclaimed, “Bravo!” Even though the drain had popped out on Sunday (!), it had done its job. So with a snip came the end of the stitches and the cone was banished to the back of the closet. None to soon for Mr. Ben who was getting mighty tired of being chased around with it, I can tell you. So see that leftover Valentine above that seems to thump in the twilight? It is. Good news is good news.
And yet I am seeking patience. It is dead quiet in these parts. Just take a look at the neighbourhood kids who have set up in the middle of the Place du Forum. Might as well. Nearly all of the cafés are closed with the owners sunning themselves in the Seychelles. With Kipling recovering, we have not been able to dive into our normal discoveries and are quite Arles-bound for the moment.
In the meantime, I hope that you will be patient with me. And I will try to not overwhelm those of you that are not as animal-oriented while we welcome a new member to our family, an understandably important event.
I am asking patience of me too. That me sitting worrying in the near dark in the photo above. How I want all to be running so smoothly but what an unrealistic wish. There are too many variables up in the air.
It will all happen with time, that same that builds and tears down and puts up again.
Patience. It is required in negotiating and there is a lot of that going on right now in this household that even with a joyous addition feels topsy-turvy like the sea.
I need to be more quiet and just see and breathe. I am trying.
And doing…
…but what a masculine household this has suddenly become!
Well, I have my flowers and multi-fold sweetness just not when expected, not to mention the joy of discovering a new being. That too requires patience, especially in this delicate circumstance but it will be rewarded ten-fold.
Wishing you all well. So grateful you are here.
what a beautiful, beautiful blog. So glad to find you. x
I am so very sorry to hear that your husband is ill. Sending my very Best to you all. And yes, I know that Grenoble is not the cheeriest place to be in winter. Hang in there.
Bisous,
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Oh how that made me smile, Jeanne. Really? I need to expand our collection I believe!!
Gros bisous to you, wonderful, wonderful lady…
It certainly doesn't come easy to me either Loree!!!
Have I told you the story about when it took five weeks to repair the door on our dryer? 😉