Ok, that is a flat out lie, but how else to explain the long silence? I could tell you that I was busy with final exams, that I had a back to back string of guests and then travelled to visit Misa, that I am now working more than full time as a babysitter and it's frying my brain, or that between my Bermuda Triangle quality wifi connection and the flurry of visitors and munchkins zapping my brain I simply haven't been able to make it happen.
But I prefer to simply tell you that I was eaten by a bear. That's much more exciting and has the added benefit of making me out to sound like I should have my own PBS adventure show. Can't you just see me fighting back snarling bears and irate wild boars? I would of course wear tall leather boots, faded and patched jeans, a big belt and a t-shirt that is always stuck to my skin because when you are fearless, you always sweat a lot. I would also have a signature pocket knife always with me and a cool jacket that was both practical and totally hot.
Hmmm... I think I just created a female Indiana Jones.
I've many stories to relay, all back-logged and on the To-Do list for tomorrow. For tonight though, just one:
The Playing For Change band is headlining the Glastonbury music festival in Glastonbury, England at the end of June. I thought I could go until I connected some dots and realized that my expired visa might get into the UK but would not likely then get me back into France. Minor problem, no? I am heartbroken that I cannot go. I feel like a puppy who can see the bit tasty treat just on the other side of the glass door, I keep running for it but then I smack into that glass door and can't get the treat. So I am laying in front of the door wimpering, hoping someone will take pity on me - or at least, open the door.
So this evening I am leaving my house. I'm exhausted. Taking care of other people's tiny munchkins takes more out of me then I had anticipated. So I am headed to the metro for shift #2 of babysitting for today, I am tired, my brain is on Auto Pilot. I am crossing the street at the end of my block, Rue Rodier, and a car pulls up to the light and stops. I get a few steps past this car before I realized that the music blaring from the open windows, the music to which the driver is totally jammin' out, is PFC's "Stand By Me"!!! I nearly fell over when I realized it!!
This very small moment both shot me to the moon and broke my heart at the same time. It sincerely hurts me that I cannot go to Glastonbury. I need a coyote to ferry me into the UK and then back into France. I need a telletransportation device. I need a bear. A bear to eat me and then spit me back up on the other side of the border. =( I need a valid visa.
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