March 13, 2010

Outside Halls of the Louvre Palace, Paris

One thing I regret about my trip is shooting on the fly.  We traveled in a big group and were nearly always in a hurry.  All day long we took in the sites of Paris at break neck speeds.  Sometimes I found myself shooting and walking.  So lame.   Looking back I wish I would have had the time to really slow things down.  I took hundreds of pictures, only to get home and wonder why I didn't shoot the lavender outside our villa, or the door knockers in the village  near our bus stop....(and on and on.)

I'm sitting at home, when I should be in a hundred different places.  Snow fell all over the beautiful spring crocuses flowers this morning.  It's all a little too depressing for me.  I'm calling it a snow day.  I guess if you need me I will be at home, with my hot chocolate and bread.  I am recovering from the boys health check-ups and vaccinations.  I have put them off (shamefully), for years.  They've been healthy little guys, and I had a little wrestle with  the "vaccination debate"..... but all excuses aside,  I'm a chicken.  I dread the idea of taking my trusting babies into the office, just to become  pincushions.  And there it is.  I've avoided it and because Nick is gone, I think I'm trying to make myself crazy and do all the things I was scared to do, like the dentist, get shots, you name it, I'm on it.   Ryder's check went smoothly, but Golden, fell off the swivel chair on to his face two seconds into the room, and got a big shiner.  The shots were as terrible as I thought they would be but the chaos only lasted for about 5 minutes.   After that I felt like I had slayed the Kraken, totally traumatized, but pretty pleased with my "bravery". I wanted to go to bed for the rest of the night and so did my boys.  Ryder spent the night at his favorite place.  (anywhere that is not his own room.) and Golden has been a grumpy, sleepy little bear.  He got up today and played for a few hours, but knocked right out again.  I'm just sitting around wondering what to do with my day now that I've missed everything I was supposed to do and want to climb back in bed with my little grumpy guy.

P.S.....is a harmonica really an instrument?

9 comments:

Trina said...

Of course a harmonica is an instrument!! I would think if it toots, sings, honks it would be an instrument...Dang Omi, you seem to be doing it all!!keep your head up girl their is always a light at the end of the tunnel!!

MaryElla said...

Your posts make me teary way too often. :) Love you!

The Sweet Escape said...

Love you girl! I'll be by this afternoon with some fresh panipopo!

Andrea said...

Sounds like a pretty mellow day. That is great because sometimes you just need those. :) If you ever really want something to do you can ask me to get together and our kids can play and have fun. That way you won't have to worry so much about it. Hope you have a wonderful day!

Margaret said...

ooooooo....I know what you can do. Post more pics and announce the WINNER.haha

Hot coa-coa and bread..Those are the best days! Hang in there chicky. this is all a test and being uncomfortable is a growing time.

You are amazing!

Margaret said...

P.S O yea! Europe is a photographers DREAM! It has the best authentic background drops and statues in the world! I know what you mean about just taking it ALL in slowly. You really have to breathe it in and appreciate the beauty and history. It just means you will have to come back and do just that.

The Sweet Escape said...

...and no. A harmonica is not an instrument. It's a germ factory.

Ayumi said...

Sounds like you've had your hands full! I might have to agree with Sweet Escape about the germ factory!

sepa said...

ditto on the germ factory. and sometimes we just need days when we can retreat and enjoy bread and cocoa. take care of you. xox