First the bad news. The charades act is beginning to fail me having been in France for a month now.
How do I know? At the market I wanted honey for the herbal, calming tea. Having forgot my
English/French dictionary, I was on stage once again, I can so easily be a bee. Nope, it failed
me as the clerk gave me a can of bug spray. I'm thinking I need a tutor and some Ridlin.
The good news. In at the lobby (rustic would be a compliment) there are all the discarded,
left behind books from previous visitors. I spotted, in English, Eat Pray and Love. Honestly,
I am only on page 27 but am savoring each page. The only book, previous to this, that totally
captivated me was The Bridges of Madison County. Wow, want a fantasy to play the female
role opposite Clint Eastwood, roar! Back to the book, its a must read. Liz Gilbert is on a
self discovery mission. The pain of divorce is minimized but the quote "If you really want to get to
know someone, you have to divorce him" sums it up. Liz talks about the mighty healing powers
of time. Having most likely, the slowest emotional recovery known, after my Father's death, I best
describe the experience as a light dimmer, ever so slowly coming on. One day you surprise
yourself belting out "All Right Now" with the Rolling Stones on, ultra loud, the car window
down and your hair "Blowing in the Wind". She even moved out of her house, got an
apartment. In the challenging transition, this was her sanatorium for recovery. I so get that.
I already have my wings, Liz is just reassuring me I'm normal. Am I? I hope not.
That is all the news for today, for which you should all be wearing green!
Happy St. Patricks Day.
Joan
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