I live in a palindrome city. And while I've joked about that before, I'm going to be serious now.
I'm not sure how I feel about it, or even if I should feel about it. But I do.
There's something about it. Visually, it's pretty, all symmetrical and balanced. To hear it pronounced, it's the same - well, symmetrical at least.
But I'm quite sure its linguistic infinite nature has an effect on the place it represents.
I remember the first time I came to Laval. A sunny Saturday in the month of December. I spent a few hours in the city center, bought something at the Saturday market in front of the cathedral, had lunch and then coffee. I remember thinking I could live here. And so I have, for 11 years. 11 - also symmetrical and balanced, when it's written like that.
I believe I'm ready for someplace new.
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Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Random
Because I'm like that sometimes.
1. Tomorrow is the boys' last day of school. It's not the last day of school, but it's theirs. We're going to Paris on Monday so they'll miss the last three days. Please don't call French Social Services.
2. I'm out of cinnamon and chocolate covered altoids. How did that happen? Wasn't my mom just here last month? Didn't she bring me, like, 4 tins?
3. My former favorite violet ice cream still tastes like soap. I'm considering just making some myself. But who sells violet essence? Oh, what is the essence of violet?
4. It's storming.
5. I do not know what this summer will be made of. Many times, you know. This time, I do not know. I'm trying to like not knowing.
1. Tomorrow is the boys' last day of school. It's not the last day of school, but it's theirs. We're going to Paris on Monday so they'll miss the last three days. Please don't call French Social Services.
2. I'm out of cinnamon and chocolate covered altoids. How did that happen? Wasn't my mom just here last month? Didn't she bring me, like, 4 tins?
3. My former favorite violet ice cream still tastes like soap. I'm considering just making some myself. But who sells violet essence? Oh, what is the essence of violet?
4. It's storming.
5. I do not know what this summer will be made of. Many times, you know. This time, I do not know. I'm trying to like not knowing.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Oddities
Four people told me they thought something strange was going on yesterday. Cosmic energies swirling about.
Julie pointed out to me how strange it was to hear a mother (me) say to her children, "Stop bickering and stop speaking French."
My favorite violet ice cream doesn't taste very good anymore. It tastes like shampoo.
Boy1 had an dental appointment this morning. Not his first. Cavities were involved. He was anxious. While we were in the waiting room I walked him through a couple of visualization exercises. When he opened his eyes he said, "Thank you, Mama. I can do this anytime I need to find my courage."
Julie pointed out to me how strange it was to hear a mother (me) say to her children, "Stop bickering and stop speaking French."
My favorite violet ice cream doesn't taste very good anymore. It tastes like shampoo.
Boy1 had an dental appointment this morning. Not his first. Cavities were involved. He was anxious. While we were in the waiting room I walked him through a couple of visualization exercises. When he opened his eyes he said, "Thank you, Mama. I can do this anytime I need to find my courage."
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