L'été s'impose et contraint toute âme au bonheur."
- André Gide (1869-1951)
This quote arrived, attached to something else, this morning. Gide = strange man, telling us that summer imposes itself upon us and forces every soul to be happy.
Well, that's a sign, if ever I saw one. A jest from the universe. After all, winter does most of the imposing….L'hiver s'impose et contraint toute âme au malheur."
Anyway, it cheered me up, just thinking…what a strange bunch the French are… (just joking, though MrJ has never forgotten Trafalgar, and Agincourt, and Crécy…, so I have to live with it.)
Well, my cousin is coming to visit, which makes me happy, as she has had such a wretched time since her ex-husband died during the last lockdown. There is nothing truer than “where’s there’s a Will, there’s a war.” Her ex’s brothers, having left her to look after him, and to do everything for him during his last illness, to organise his cremation and all the concomitant paperwork and legalities, have booted her out of what was their matrimonial home where she was caring for him. He had left her the house and property because, although they were divorced, they remained very close friends and cared very much for each other. The brothers claim that the will is no longer valid because of the divorce. They refuse to release the ashes…it’s all very sad. She has no immediate family, and we have always been whanau. Court case coming up… Did I ever mention that I have 41 first cousins? Yes! 41! A prolific bunch, those old Scots/Welsh settlers. Some I haven’t seen in 40 years, unsurprisingly.
My lovely French students are mostly from Europe, and so the recent developments and sabre rattling are very unsettling for them, with family still back in Germany and Holland. My Polish doctor has gone back for a couple of months to try to sort something out for her family…I sure wouldn’t want to be in Warsaw just now.
I started this last night, but fell asleep before I could finish, so here it is, 5.30 a.m. having lit the woodburner and put the kettle on the cooktop, I’m sitting with my first cup of tea, cats fed and purring happily, and at least an hour before the chickens are tapping at the glass. Black Dog has trotted off for now. Today, despite the fact that the cortisone shot in my shoulder has worn off, I’m resolutely going to sort the garden. No rain forecast, and it’s supposed to be reasonably warm. No worries about meal preps, as MrJ has taken the doc’s admonitions seriously, at last, about his diabetes and other issues, and has gone keto. So yesterday, he made soup to last 2 days. Not just any soup, but MrJ Soup. Cauliflower and blue cheese soup. Soup of the gods. Lots of butter and cream, garlic and a whole cauliflower. And of course, the blue cheese. A whole lump of it. So filling, it’s actually three days’ worth. Kaimoana, I wish you were here to tuck into it, and MrJ’s other keto recipes! You must have had such a great time with DGS. I can just imagine the Kuia making a huge fuss of him, with their loving hearts for the young. I do hope that you are able to see Phil and be a cheering light for him – but remember, you must take care of yourself, first and foremost. Loved your photo, BTW! Isn’t your DS a clever man! To achieve that standard with all the other distractions and demands on his time…speaking of which, how is the sleeping??
So much going on with you lovely people on the other side of the world. Grammaretto - how wonderful that Sparky finally made it to get your cooker operational. However have you managed to cope for all this time? You have been so busy with all your work and family too. How fantastic about the blog! You DGS is just the age to soak up so much of the wonders of the world. You must be so excited about the French trip! You really have such an interesting family…the suffragette gt aunts sound so interesting! Racy teaching suffragettes sound the perfect material for a novel.
Dear Doodle, with your warm and calm voice, you are a tonic. I hope all is well with you. Not too hot, I hope! Your baskets sound delightful. One of the most beautiful features of Britain in the summer-the baskets everywhere, with tumbling masses of gorgeous flowers.
Cherry - I didn’t realise you were from God’s Own! Greetings from the North Welsh (Southern Hemisphere branch) I appreciated your kind comment about the midwinter daemon…so very true.
Jan - lucky lady, off to Norway! Someday, you really must whisper the secret of Jeeves’ (ahem) indiscretion…
I must finish this as it has gone on far too long and it’s now 6.45. Yikes! The day is well under way. Big hugs to everyone, and keep safe and warm/cool.