First off – thanks for the kind words after last week's newsletter. I'm still wrapped in terrible grief. I've been trying to stay at my house, but it's so empty and cold. Mom's helping. I went over to her house yesterday afternoon just to hang out and ended up staying over. She's left the fold out couch made as a bed for those instances. She's a good one, that Mom.
But the world keeps turning. The calendar flips by. I get through a run without crying. I fight with my computer for 45 minutes and feel anger instead of nothing (thanks for the latest update Apple!) And work goes on. I went at it just about full time last week. I had some moments when I looked over my shoulder thinking I'd her napping in the sun beam, and she wasn't there. This is hard for a lot of reasons, and one of them is that she was my work mate too. It is so so quiet here. Giant sigh.
But hey – looks like I won't be doing that for much longer. My house has sold – pending an inspection, of course. Settlement is on March 15. My plan right now is to move into an off-season rental at the Jersey Shore for a little while and then figure out what's next. I loved Emily with the fire of 1,000 suns, but her not being here has widened my options. I could do anything (and maybe that's the problem – I don't know what to chose).
Oh and I cut off 10 inches of my hair. Because if I no longer have two of biggest touchstones of my life, why not chop that off too?
I'll stop sounding sad and focus on two positives: my house sold quickly and I'm going to Paris. Yes! It's the grief trip that I'm trying not to call a grief trip. I leave in a week. I have very little planned (though I did finally get a guide book). I speak terrible French (though I had a conversation with some French marathoners after the New York City Marathon in November that seemed to go fine). It should be an adventure.
What I'm Reading
I finished Sleeping with the Enemy: Coco Chanel's Secret War by Hal Vaughan. It…ah..seems timely. And now I'm onto The Black Ice by Michael Connelly, the second in his Bosch series. I could read a dozen of these in a row. I'll try not to (they're kinda grim but excellent thrillers).
What I'm Watching
Still with Foyle's War? Still with Foyle's War. I've also been watching Bull with my mom. It's interesting and intriguing and harmless in the way those one-hour police/law dramas tend to be. We also watched two movies: I finally saw The LEGO Movie. I know guys. I don't have kids and this hasn't been a movie of choice of my visiting nephews when I'm around. I also don't have TV, but mom does and it came up as a free movie On Demand. What a delight! It took a turn on the end that I was not expecting. And now I want to see the Batman LEGO movie. I don't think that's odd. We also watched Pennies from Heaven while counting the change that I've accumulated in my house for the last four years (total: $322.33 and 11 SEPTA tokens). What an odd little movie. IMDB trivia tells me Steve Martin turned down Indiana Jones for it. I didn't know it was supposed to be a drama. But that's the beauty of free movies on demand – you can watch these kinds of things.
My flight to Paris is very late on Monday night, so there will be a newsletter next week. If you have suggestions (especially for a day trip outside of the city that is not Versailles – already have that one on the list – lemme know!)