Electric blue and grandma - Day 21
Yesterday was Sunday. After doing his Jillian Michaels, EM decided that he needed to clean his home office. That's just wonderful! He also did the cinema/exercice area and our bedroom. I was in the kitchen cleaning up when I heard him talking to someone on the stairs as he cleaned his way down. There is no photo of the moment. Just imagine EM in his electric blue Eminance underwear (smooth and sexy) and a teeshirt coming down the stairs backwards with a rag in his hand.
Not to actual size, colour or model.
If you've been to our house, you'll know that there is a rather large portrait of Grandma O on the landing of the stairs. She is seated in a gilded wooden chair, with a satiny blue dress, a pink shawl and a bouquet of roses on her lap. She's got a very austere look and distrubingly, her eyes seem to follow you everywhere. As he backed down the stairs, I heard EM say: "No we don't". I asked him what that was about and he said: "Grandma asked if we didn't have 'people' to do this?"
I don't know if Grandma would have asked that question, but I'm sure she would have changed her austere look after seeing EM!
Yesterday was a really lovely day. Not a cloud in the sky. Our city dwelling neighbours were out in force. Extra family has likely been brought in for the weekend. In the morning while I hung the laundry and watered the plants and Alejandra our other neighbour read quietly in her garden (since her husband Steve and EM trim the hedge between us, we can see eachother), we were accompanied by pleasant brazilan jazz loud enough to be coming from my earphones instead of across the street. Ok, it's just before lunch, the music was pleasant.
As it was a nice day, we had lunch outside. The music had changed, it was a bit more club. It's Sunday, it's sunny, OK.
In the late afternoon we decided to go for a walk. By that time the music had been rap for a few hours. I like some rap, but not everything nor nonstop. We passed by Alejandra and Steve's, Alejandra was out weeding. I stopped to ask her across the fence how she liked the music as they are even closer to the source than us. She told me that Steve had asked them earlier in the week to turn it down. He is working from home. Now that we were in the street just beside the source, the music was even louder. EM stopped to ask them to turn it down a bit. One of the guys came to the gate and said: 'I can't hear you.' To which EM replied: 'I'm not surprised'. The music was turned down. Later on the volume was up again. EM went again to ask them to turn it down and they simply turned it off. I'm sure they are not happy.
We live in a quiet area. The loudest noises are people cutting their lawns or children playing (and the 30 ducks, geese and chickens that this neighbour bought last year in spite of the fact that he does not live there.) There are community rules about when you can make noise and most people abide by them. If anyone plans an outdoor party, they usually invite the neighbours or let them know it's going to happen. It's part of community living and respect for other people.
I get it. These particular folks probably live in an appartment somewhere in or near Paris. They are very rarely at their country home. I get it. They are there to escape the city during our time of confinement. They have no idea that even though they are in the country, they do have neighbours. That being said, almost every time they do come out, someone in the neighbourhood asks them to turn down their music. At this time, this type of behavior is even less acceptable. Confinement makes people edgy unfortunately.
Yesterday while having lunch outside, the cats accompanied us. Tile is often outside sleeping under the bushes or drugging himself in the cat sage. However, Catherine is nervous outside. She rarely goes off the terrace and when she does, she inevitibly scares herself and runs at full speed into the house, all her hair standing on end. She has a very Medieval rapport with 'outside'. That goes very well with her name 'Catherine D' Medici'
As we looked at her peering out across the grass from the edge of the terrace, EM said; 'She probably thinks the world is flat.' In French those people are called 'Platistes'. I'm sure he's right. I added that I think she's likely very religious as well. EM said: 'Yes, of course. Le Pere, Le fils et la Saint Croquettte. The father, the son and Saint kibble. Catherine exists for her croquettes.
https://carte-sortie-confinement.fr/carte.php?lat=49.077738&long=1.285066
I just checked with the government's app to see my limits for execise. I'm good.
Not to actual size, colour or model. If you've been to our house, you'll know that there is a rather large portrait of Grandma O on the landing of the stairs. She is seated in a gilded wooden chair, with a satiny blue dress, a pink shawl and a bouquet of roses on her lap. She's got a very austere look and distrubingly, her eyes seem to follow you everywhere. As he backed down the stairs, I heard EM say: "No we don't". I asked him what that was about and he said: "Grandma asked if we didn't have 'people' to do this?"
I don't know if Grandma would have asked that question, but I'm sure she would have changed her austere look after seeing EM!
Yesterday was a really lovely day. Not a cloud in the sky. Our city dwelling neighbours were out in force. Extra family has likely been brought in for the weekend. In the morning while I hung the laundry and watered the plants and Alejandra our other neighbour read quietly in her garden (since her husband Steve and EM trim the hedge between us, we can see eachother), we were accompanied by pleasant brazilan jazz loud enough to be coming from my earphones instead of across the street. Ok, it's just before lunch, the music was pleasant.
As it was a nice day, we had lunch outside. The music had changed, it was a bit more club. It's Sunday, it's sunny, OK.
In the late afternoon we decided to go for a walk. By that time the music had been rap for a few hours. I like some rap, but not everything nor nonstop. We passed by Alejandra and Steve's, Alejandra was out weeding. I stopped to ask her across the fence how she liked the music as they are even closer to the source than us. She told me that Steve had asked them earlier in the week to turn it down. He is working from home. Now that we were in the street just beside the source, the music was even louder. EM stopped to ask them to turn it down a bit. One of the guys came to the gate and said: 'I can't hear you.' To which EM replied: 'I'm not surprised'. The music was turned down. Later on the volume was up again. EM went again to ask them to turn it down and they simply turned it off. I'm sure they are not happy.
We live in a quiet area. The loudest noises are people cutting their lawns or children playing (and the 30 ducks, geese and chickens that this neighbour bought last year in spite of the fact that he does not live there.) There are community rules about when you can make noise and most people abide by them. If anyone plans an outdoor party, they usually invite the neighbours or let them know it's going to happen. It's part of community living and respect for other people.
I get it. These particular folks probably live in an appartment somewhere in or near Paris. They are very rarely at their country home. I get it. They are there to escape the city during our time of confinement. They have no idea that even though they are in the country, they do have neighbours. That being said, almost every time they do come out, someone in the neighbourhood asks them to turn down their music. At this time, this type of behavior is even less acceptable. Confinement makes people edgy unfortunately.
Yesterday while having lunch outside, the cats accompanied us. Tile is often outside sleeping under the bushes or drugging himself in the cat sage. However, Catherine is nervous outside. She rarely goes off the terrace and when she does, she inevitibly scares herself and runs at full speed into the house, all her hair standing on end. She has a very Medieval rapport with 'outside'. That goes very well with her name 'Catherine D' Medici'
As we looked at her peering out across the grass from the edge of the terrace, EM said; 'She probably thinks the world is flat.' In French those people are called 'Platistes'. I'm sure he's right. I added that I think she's likely very religious as well. EM said: 'Yes, of course. Le Pere, Le fils et la Saint Croquettte. The father, the son and Saint kibble. Catherine exists for her croquettes. https://carte-sortie-confinement.fr/carte.php?lat=49.077738&long=1.285066
I just checked with the government's app to see my limits for execise. I'm good.
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