Sometimes, my brain floats way, way out there in a place called ‘outer space’.
Sorry guys, I guess I was off on a trip with the x365 posts and in my délire totally forgot to publish this line after several of them :
I am a participant in x365.
Uh, yeah, because if I don’t tell you that then it looks like I’m using some really good drugs, eh? Or into some sort of bad post-modern western haiku, which is likely worse.
And, uh, maybe it’s boring the panties off of you, and please feel free to say so. I don’t know if I’ll make it to 365 or even 35 but I guess it seemed like a way to push my otherwise lazy fingers into blogging, since as my one remainin reader may have noticed, I am having a hard time as of late.
Why?
I have like fifteen minutes before I have to leave for work and zee hair is dripping wet, so pardon my being concise.
1. Pooped. We spent summer renovating. Let me just say that zee turkey’s armpit is lookin a bit more like a spring goose. We’ve replaced our downstairs floors, painted walls, windows, shutters, doorways, the patio, replaced the kitchen, put in new ceilings, redone a room in stone walls which, mind you, were carried from the quarry behind the house (and no, that isn’t legal, spare me) in backpacks over hill and dale, changed the bathroom furniture, rewired the electricity… need I say more?
2. Going to work has become like going to war. My boss went into this freakish psycho-drama this summer where he tried to fire everyone. It was weird. Now apparently the company (or at leats the building) is being sold. Real estate aents and prospective buyers pass often. Still, no one has sat us down or told my colleaugues and I anything clearly. Going to work thes days is about as appealing as glass shards.
3. I’ve been oil painting ! I took it up this summer, and I’m hooked. But it’s weird, when I express myself through paint, suddenly I have no words. I don’t get it.
4. We’re still working on the selling the house thingy but to my bitter frustration the market here is following the trend of the drop in the US market. We’re kind of at a loss as of what to do. Rent it? Sell it for peanuts? Swap it? Sheesh, it’s frecking hard being a grown up !
Sorry for such a saggy update after so much silence, but it’s off to the war zone work now ! Have a lovely day, dearies !



Thanks for clarifying. I was wondering.
I need photos of your chateau! Maybe you could market it to wealthy americans?
I completely understand that painting is taking away your words. That happens to me with photography all the time. Then I end up posting photos nonstop. Which is what I’ve been doing mostly these days. Post your paintings!
Either way, I hope your house sells fast so you can get your derriere over here! Whoo hoo. Enjoy those last months at your pretty, old house though.
Re: number 3
When I pour myself into art I stop writing songs. It’s the weirdest thing.
I’d love to see your paintings, too.
Work sounds awful. And I don’t envy you the house dilemma. Ugh.