I make lists. Many a night when I cannot sleep, I make lists of everything. Usually in the “Reminders” app on my IPhone or Ipad. I have a list of things I need at the pharmacy, things I want to tell or ask my friend Andrea, furniture and things that belong to my landlord Aoua that I want to purchase – if she will sell them to me. I list ideas for blogs, authors (of books) to try, things to sell (on eBay, leboncoin.fr, Angloinfo.com, Nice Buy-and-Sell), things I MUST have in my next condo. I list random thoughts I like, things to do, things to do TODAY, idea for blogs, ideas for other writings, former friends, former addresses. Ideas for blogs…
- What Determines Worth?
- One Hand Clapping
- The Normalization of Extremism
- …and, nobody knows what to do about it.
- You won’t know you’re ok until you get there.
- Small People
- Ear of the King
- My Take on Practicing Law
- Secrecy is security and security is victory.
- Count on change.
- My Purchases at the Le Negresco Hotel in 1997, when I vowed to return to Nice.
- Numbers – at any age.
- The Click
- The French and their Stairs
- Baseball Caps
- Lemonade from Lemons
- Objective vs Subjective Camera
Needless to say, there are many mornings when I wake up exhausted. But, it helps me get through long nights without Steve. I miss him very much. I want him back. This minute. At least I am beginning to do things we loved to do together. I avoided a lot of them for six months. Today, after my physical therapy session (knee problems) and lunch, I walked from the Port to the Flower Market. First, I had lunch at Delibo – one of our favorite restaurants. Then, I walked the pathway we frequently walked together, taking pictures of everything. I am posting a few of my favorites. My way of making lemonade.