Welcome to France!
Béziers, France and my love for old doors.
From 3 am to 5 am sometimes around that time, for two hours, I cannot sleep. Last night in Montels I heard the three o’clock church bells ring. I was sleepless and heard them again at four am and at five am at last. Then I slept until 9 am. Perimenopause?
We have been at my brother’s for about five days and it has been a blast. After struggling with french administrative work and getting Zora tested at her new school, we went to the Mayor of Montels’ yearly party. What fun it was to be with my brother and his two boys! And to meet a lot of friend’s and neighbors of his. Some of our future friends and neighbors.
Zora hit it off with a girl named Lucile and I really like her mom Emilie also.
We went to the beach a couple of days ago and took Lucile with us. Emily was so kind when Zora asked for her number she said: we live next door to you, no phone number needed, you come knock on the door anytime, if we are home you come and play with Lucile, if not you can come another time. I told her mom I felt the same way. The girls had a lot of fun with Soan also - my brother’s youngest son - and played for a couple of hours in the Mediterranean.
I have been helping my brother make a little room in his house that is still furnished and lived in at the moment. Our shipment arrives around August 11th. It feels funny to be helping someone move after having spent over three months sorting through, moving and boxing things up myself.
It is fun to start planning where my loom will be and when I will get to weave again. That is one thing that has been on my mind and that I am craving. I tried starting a knitting project for the flight and for daily meditation but I am not inspired. I have been more inspired with sewing. I took a glass case and stitched over it during our car ride down from my parents’ - central France - house to my brother’s in the south. It has been a bit shocking to realize this, as I have been addicted to knitting and could not spend more than a few ours - at one time in my life - not knitting or not doing anything with my fingers. It feels good and liberating and a good exercise to handle my mild ADHD.
Tomorrow after a third appointment and try with La Poste to open a bank account - and a back up registration for Zora into a local school that is not her chosen school but a back up plan - we head back to my parents’.