as you like it
our new home for the next 7 weeks is old and charming, in a village on a hill in the south of france, about 20 kilometers from the mediterranean. out our front second story window we see the village rising up the hill. we sit in the window in the afternoon and soak in the sun. out our back bedroom glass doors we look down to vineyards below and mountains in the distance. we walked the village of Albeilhan this afternoon (without a jacket) and saw the few shops all close from 12:30 to 5 in the afternoon, then re-open from 5 until 7:30 in the evening. since they open at 8 or 9, that’s a 6 or 7 hour day. personally, i’d hate to have to go to work twice a day… i had enough trouble making it once a day.
the 3 fotos above - the top 2 are out our front window, the 3rd out our bedroom door.
the 10 hour overnight train was like being shipped surface mail in a rabbit hutch. the compartment was 6 foot deep by 7 foot wide by 8 foot high. there were three swing down bunk beds on each wall, the beds were 2 foot wide, 6 foot long. i am 6′ 3″ long. kathy and i each had a top bunk. there were three other folk in the compartment so no room to sit, just climb in bed. being in a bound box traveling through the night, we saw nothing. lying in my couchette bed, i did like the swing and sway of the train’s travel, and the sound of the wind and the rain on the train. woke at 4 a.m. to find us sitting still on a side track - eerie to store sleeping human bodies on side tracks in the night.
it rained all the way from croatia thru southern france - then an hour from our destination, the sun came out in reward.
took 2 cars, 1 bus, 5 trains, and 32 hours to get from start to finish. there were no salt-less sugarless healthy food units to be had along the way.
the braille of the sea surfaces to touch from bastion of be to pluperfect plus.
read a bit of shakespeare’s “as you like it.“ not one of his better efforts - basically not worth the read, so my answer to “as you like it” is i don’t. did get one cool quote though: “sweet are the uses of adversity.”
the trash bins here say “sictom” which my eyes read as “sitcom,” which is where sitcoms belong.
today’s thought - the more you go bad, the harder it is to go good.
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