Title : Chez Moi, Encore. . . . Home Again, Jet-Lagged Again!
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Chez Moi, Encore. . . . Home Again, Jet-Lagged Again!
4:14 a.m., and I've been up for an hour; jetlag, if I may be so blunt, is a bitch. But she's a bitch who, if managed well, can lead to productivity. So. My morning pages are written, and I've brewed up a cup of Ceylon Select to sip while I try to re-establish a blog-posting rhythm back at home. So much to tell you about on several fronts, and, of course, I'm balancing all that against the inevitable chores of unpacking, laundry, re-stocking fridge and pantry, never mind the joys of connecting with friends and family again after three weeks away.
We pulled our light cases along R. St. Placide, Cherche-Midi, du Four, St. Germain yesterday morning (the desk clerk always remarks on the ride s/he could have arranged, or postulates Metro routes to the RER so we could avoid walking, but walking -- on a day that will be so full of sitting -- is exactly the point. The chance to stretch our legs and say good-bye to Paris again). Pushed them ahead of us through the Metro gates after we'd pushed our little tickets into their slots, grabbed them as they popped up the top (I can't ever do this without hearing the voice of the young man who helped us, 25 years ago, that first trip to France, as we clustered together trying to figure out the train from the airport to our hotel near Versailles after that long flight, with four very sleepy kids. He'd gently taken the ticket from one of us and demonstrated, "You put eet een hee-air, you take eet out hee-air." Gently, despite the fact that behind us and our bewilderment, a line was forming. A negligible moment in his life, but I've recalled and replayed it so many times).
The train went direct from Gare du Nord, so I relaxed, stopped imagining the potential problems that could have interfered with making our flight (in my mind, these problems are myriad), and relaxed with my book until we stepped out into CDG airport, busy already at 8 a.m. Everything went smoothly, my only complaint being that slightly more attention might be given to the need for coffee and a decent croissant than to the continuous clamour of the Duty-Free.
And then the strange magic of leaving Paris just before 11 in the morning and arriving in Vancouver just after 11, that very same morning. A do-over of the day, which really, isn't as promising as it sounds given the fatigue of having just sat for nine hours whizzing across the North Pole in a rather small seat watching at least one too many movies. . . .
Some people, though, don't fatigue as easily as others, and no sooner than we'd walked the kilometre or so home from the nearest Skytrain station to our home, than Pater was bouncing down to the gym (I know! I couldn't believe it either!). He did stop before that to survey the garden with me (more on that later, but spoiler: there are several tiny apples on our new tree. And a wind-burned shrub or two), but he had abundant enough energy that, while I napped, he made the dinner to which I'd invited both our local families. I must say, nothing chases fatigue quite like hearing the news and grabbing the hugs from a Two, a Four, and an Eight (Ah, I've just realised the inherent arithmetic of that little group -- will have to show the Eight, who I think will be tickled).
I don't see myself bouncing, Pater-like, for a few days, but I must tell you, before I go, that there will be some excitement around here later this week. Let's just say that Pater and I will have an opportunity to "Pay Forward" (or Pass Along) a tiny portion of Dottoressa's wonderful Zagreb hospitality (again, more on that in a future post). So watch this space. . . .
The sky is lightening now, 4:41 a.m. and with the solstice not far off, the day is almost ready to begin. I'm not sure how long I'll last before today's nap, but I'm glad I got a chance to say good morning on my first full day back home. My plan is to return immediately to my regular practice of responding to your comments, and I'm also planning several travel posts, a garden-update post, and probably something about What I Wore, carry-on-travel wise and also with regard to switching back to my regular wardrobe (augmented by a few purchases I made in Paris). Ready to hear from you. Let's chat!
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| Photos for today's post brought to you by the sidewalks of Paris, which generously offer visual treasures which your eyes, at least, may plunder gratis! |
The train went direct from Gare du Nord, so I relaxed, stopped imagining the potential problems that could have interfered with making our flight (in my mind, these problems are myriad), and relaxed with my book until we stepped out into CDG airport, busy already at 8 a.m. Everything went smoothly, my only complaint being that slightly more attention might be given to the need for coffee and a decent croissant than to the continuous clamour of the Duty-Free.
And then the strange magic of leaving Paris just before 11 in the morning and arriving in Vancouver just after 11, that very same morning. A do-over of the day, which really, isn't as promising as it sounds given the fatigue of having just sat for nine hours whizzing across the North Pole in a rather small seat watching at least one too many movies. . . .
Some people, though, don't fatigue as easily as others, and no sooner than we'd walked the kilometre or so home from the nearest Skytrain station to our home, than Pater was bouncing down to the gym (I know! I couldn't believe it either!). He did stop before that to survey the garden with me (more on that later, but spoiler: there are several tiny apples on our new tree. And a wind-burned shrub or two), but he had abundant enough energy that, while I napped, he made the dinner to which I'd invited both our local families. I must say, nothing chases fatigue quite like hearing the news and grabbing the hugs from a Two, a Four, and an Eight (Ah, I've just realised the inherent arithmetic of that little group -- will have to show the Eight, who I think will be tickled).
I don't see myself bouncing, Pater-like, for a few days, but I must tell you, before I go, that there will be some excitement around here later this week. Let's just say that Pater and I will have an opportunity to "Pay Forward" (or Pass Along) a tiny portion of Dottoressa's wonderful Zagreb hospitality (again, more on that in a future post). So watch this space. . . .
The sky is lightening now, 4:41 a.m. and with the solstice not far off, the day is almost ready to begin. I'm not sure how long I'll last before today's nap, but I'm glad I got a chance to say good morning on my first full day back home. My plan is to return immediately to my regular practice of responding to your comments, and I'm also planning several travel posts, a garden-update post, and probably something about What I Wore, carry-on-travel wise and also with regard to switching back to my regular wardrobe (augmented by a few purchases I made in Paris). Ready to hear from you. Let's chat!
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