I am an observer

Observation #1: There exist people who are better at observing than
me.
Observation #2: I enjoy observing them.

Change

Change happens. Yesterday ends and today begins with only a second between them. This weekend we saw Friday the 13th morph into Valentine's Day with a blink of an eye or perhaps a kiss on the lips (for those lucky few).

Change happens. Sometimes too quickly, sometimes too long and painfully...but in the end it happens. We can choose to take the ride, or we can choose to stand by and watch others raise their arms and scream down the hill. Sometimes we get bruised and sometimes our muscles ache, but in the end we still have the ride.

Change happens. We get older, we lose friends, we gain friends, some friends become lovers and some lovers become friends.

If it seems too scary, just close your eyes and carry some chapstick.

Boys and Guitars

yum!

Sister-friends

Yesterday, I had an impromptu visit with a girlfriend whom I have grown to cherish. We shared a glass of wine (or was it two?), we talked, we laughed, we shared stories and somehow I managed to leave with a heartful of good advice and encouragement.

Today, I had a long and leisurely lunch with another girlfriend whom I have grown to cherish. We shared a bottle of wine, we talked, we laughed, we shared stories and somehow I managed to leave with a heartful of good advice and encouragement.

I don't have a sister, but if I did, I would hope that we would be the proud proprietors of a vineyard somewhere...a venture born out of good economics.

Dear sister-friends...Merci.

a perfect SUNDAY

Sleep
Unplug
Nap
Dream
Awake
Yawn

perfect.

Introduction

Hello there,

I feel that I need to start my new blog with a formal introduction...it seems like the right thing to do.

So, I am Me and you are?...You...but of course!...it is a pleasure to meet you.

I decided to create this blog so that I would have a place to house some of my random thoughts...yes, I could have just bought a journal, or written my thoughts on some scrap pieces of paper (des feuilles de brouillon) but I recently lost my little Mont Blanc pen, given to me by a special person, and in mourning of said pen and said person (we lost each other), I am choosing to use this medium instead.

As a bonus, I am hoping that putting my thoughts "out there" may prove to be a cathartic experience and who couldn't use more of those?

So, here we are, my very first post on my very first blog...Welcome! Bienvenue!

P.S. I am currently learning the lovely language of the French people (a.k.a French)...so, there will be un peu de francais thrown in au hasard.