Love is All

I know, I haven’t been on my blog for a long time…

Life as a Virgo (regular job) and building a forever in construction straw bale house is taking its toll.

I remembered a song of the 70’s that I loved as a kid and that is my message of the day:

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Some white lights in the corner of my eyes are coming, as they have done the last four winters in France. Maybe I’ll tell you what they are about soon. Vacation time is coming about. Ah, time to meditate!!!

The Sounds of Nature

The warm days are here. The frogs are singing, in harmony with the crickets, going along the waves of the moon. Once in a while, an owl joins in. The nightingale also, day and night, is longing for his mate with his amazing tunes. 

Two local women are on their evening walk in nature. Along their path, they meet two Parisian women here on vacation. They chat for a while. 

 Then one Parisian asks: “What is that noise that we hear every night that keeps us awake?” 

The two local women think and think: “We don’t know what you are talking about. We don’t hear any noise.” 

The Parisians are persistent: “There, we hear it right now! What is that noise? It’s been driving us crazy and we’ve been sleepless for a few days!” 

The local women open their ears: “We don’t hear anything.” 

Until one of them realizes what this is about: “Could that be the frogs?” 

There it was! The frogs! Some can get so used to them that they cannot hear them anymore. For others, they drive them crazy. 

Beauty truly is in the eye (or the ear) of the beholder!

 

  

Observations

Funny things that people do or say that gets me puzzled:

“Spring is late this year.”
Who says that spring has a scheduled date every year?

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A man in a retirement place was upset about sharing the newspaper with others. Everyday, first thing as his routine, he checks the obituaries to see if he knows someone who died.
Does it make him feel good to see a name he recognizes?

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The neighbors have bought and planted (and are proud of it) some kind of tall daisies.
They grow naturally here if you don’t mow them.

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“I like to go to this and that store because he/she doesn’t gossip about others”.
And all you hear is gossip about others that this same person tells you!

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“I hate cows and sheep and horses.”
“Why?”
“Because they have big eyes”

And, an hour later:

“I hate spiders”
” Why, do they have big eyes?”

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“Sorry, my home is not clean — there’s that step at the entrance that brings in all the dirt. You know, when I go to people’s homes, it’s to see the person, not how clean it is. Sorry, sorry, my house is not clean”.

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Strange, it makes me speechless and I can’t help somehow not to scratch my head, usually with my left hand.

note: to be continued, I’m sure.
Is this part of being more aware or what?

An Alien Without a Television

That’s how I feel.

People spend their time talking about what they saw on TV the night before. I don’t have one and somehow feel left out of the conversation. I don’t know the shows, actors, personalities, etc, so I just listen, fascinated by it, and feeling like an alien.

Not long ago, I was with two couples who were bashing down children nowadays who have no respect for their teachers. After a few minutes, I decided to reverse the conversation, wondering about the possibility of some teachers who could have no respect for the children (hey, I’ve had some very vicious nun teachers)! “Oh no!” replied one man. ” It’s the kids, I saw it on (whatever talk show)!” he said with a wink and a proud smile. There. What can I say? I haven’t seen the show. An alien.

In the evening here there  is a great soap-opera showing 5 nights a week. Yes, even when you don’t have a TV you get to know all the programs. Everyone is in front of their TV at that time. There’s no one outside! We often joke about that if we were thieves, it would be the best time to go for it! One neighbor is very proud of this show. He tells me that his 14 year-old grand-daughter is hooked on it too. I guess that it makes him feel young? When people get together and share what they saw on that show; who’s sleeping with whom, who’s betraying whom; well… , I feel like an alien.

I was invited for lunch at some friends’ house. As I came in, the TV was there like a painting on the wall, and going full blast. I wondered if it was on just in case  our conversation got boring, or if our tongues got twisted up and we couldn’t use our mouths. Lunch was full of talk anyway, even with that background noise. Later we were on the couch, right in front of the TV and just in time for a good cowboy shooting time. I got used to hearing hunter’s shotguns on Sunday mornings every winter, but not indoors, so I jumped when this show started.  At the same time we were discussing a property that they were thinking about buying, but couldn’t make up their minds. He likes rock houses, she likes brick ones. Here there was all this shotgun noise coming out of the TV and they were discussing a serious life decision. Strange, when you are not used to it.

Then came the ads. I learned about some products that are on the market that I had no idea existed! The alien felt out of touch here!

Next was a reality show. Their son came out of his bedroom, looked at the TV and said, “Oh yes, that’s the show where this and that happens.” He obviously seemed to know all about it. So he sat down to watch it again. That was very peculiar to me.

All the time, I have people asking me, ” Wow, you don’t have a TV? How can you do it?” That’s when I feel like I must be  a survivor of some kind, one of the last of a weird species, or an alien.

I wonder how an ET would see it?

Lulu

Another smell story.

Lulu has a two-story house. Downstairs is a room, with a toilet, which she uses also to store her trash. She got sick with the flu one day and next day was trash pick up day. Feeling too weak to put it out, she called up Dédé quickly to ask him if he could come for help.

Dédé came early the next morning to put the trash out. His only problem was that in the room, among the trash bags, was a stack of rotten potatoes. Not knowing what to do with them, he decided to just put them in the toilet.

A few days later, Lulu recovered. She came downstairs to use the bathroom. To her surprise, she saw some funny brown things at the bottom of that toilet, and it stank! She took a stick and started to wiggle it to figure out what it was. It didn’t take her too long to realize that there were her rotten potatoes! She flushed and flushed but they were still there, unmoved.

“So did you finally take them out? I asked.

“Oh no”, she replied “I’m putting the house up for sale anyway!”

Strange things happen around here!

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