marlaina's musings

I feel horridly horrible because I've been home for about a week, and not only have I neglected this place, but I've alsso been a horrible slacker on my weekly prompts for the two coms I moderate. I assure you that will be fixed. If not by today, by tomorrow at the latest.

( convention miscelany )
We came home on Wednesday afternoon only to head a few hours later to sonnic for dinner.

( then there was the concert )
and now I've been home for a week, and while things have changed a little, Mom is still her worry wort self: I still feel like I'm stuck here, especially sinceI officially have no travel classes )And feel as if I can't go anywhere because even if I use the buses I don't have a GPS to tell me what streets I need to cross at my destination end) and I sometimes feel like (Along with my self, I won't deny that) they hold me back some. I know I shouldn't let them, but as someone can attest, it's not the easiest thing to do when the circlejerk comes into play.

Anyway, that's about it for the catch up post: you may now return to your regularly scheduled lj programming.

Phoenix

Get out those hotdogs and hamburgers, it's Bastille Barbecue Day! It's not supposed to rain on the parade, but you never know. When I was working my office was near the Champs-Elysées and a few days before the parade they'd have a rehearsal. The fighter jets would fly over, so low that it felt like you could almost reach up and touch them.

Went to the Paris Opera the other night. I was afraid it was going to be a 63 euro nap, but it was actually quite nice. I didn't hear anybody snoring like I did when we saw Verdi.

Must away, coffee and comfy chair are calling!


“Opera is where a guy gets stabbed in the back, and instead of dying, he sings.” Robert Burns (Scottish national Poet of Scotland, who wrote lyrics and songs in the Scottish dialect of English. 1759-1796)