27 July 2023 : Dinner Out & 143

Last night, Melinda & I took Bérnard & Christine out to dinner as a thank you for hosting us, among other things for which we have supreme gratitude. I wouldn’t usually say how much a dinner out cost, but the fact that it was 143 Euros was profound for me. If you want to know why, please read this post.

As we returned to the car, I snapped this picture:

A few minutes before that, soon after exiting the restaurant, I had taken this picture:

143

I’m also lamenting the death of the brilliant Sinead O’Connor today. Talk about somebody ahead of their time. Learn more in this short essay about her song “Black Boys on Mopeds” from 1990 and then listen to the song below.

26 July 2023 : Happy Birthday, Bentsen

Hello Bentsen,

My name is Lupa. Christine and Bernard are my humans. I am a 6-month-old Akita Inu and spend my days teaching them how to give me treats when I do things like sit down and stay in one place. It’s really easy, but I have to make them think that it’s hard.

Here I am helping Bérnard pick out some cheese.
You may be wondering why I’m wearing this white bandage around my waist (see photos). Well, on Monday I went to the doctor and now, apparently, I’m not going to have interest in having any puppies. Whatever.

I’m ready for a treat.

Oh, sorry, I got distracted for a minute. A neighbor just walked by. How dare they! Who did they think they are? Good thing I’m on the job.

Oh, do you know what “whisper” means? Christine keeps telling that to me right when someone is walking by the house. I’m busy barking loudly to alert her to the danger and then she says, “whisper” and my name. It’s really distracting.

And here I am cleaning up the coffee table.
Speaking of distracting, the reason I’m writing is to say happy birthday and I almost forgot. Andy and Melinda who have new smells for me to investigate told me it’s your birthday today.

Can I come you to your party? Can you come to mine? Every day is a party, especially when you get a kong filled with cheese rinds. That’s the best.

Sorry, I got distracted again. Bernard just got home and it’s a lot of fun to tell him how glad I am to see him.

Have a great day, Bentsen. I think I’m going for a walk.

With bites, barks & bisous,

– Lupa

PS – Bentsen, do you know why the humans are so obsessed with poop? They’re always picking up mine. Do they collect it? Sell it on eBay?

26 July 2023 : Student Nurse Onesie

Okay, so this post may not be so much about our time in France this summer. Feel free to file a complaint although I learned from my father when I was a child and unsatisfied about something that “The Complaint Department is not open.” Looking back, I don’t think the Complaint Department was ever open.

Perhaps there’s a lesson in there somewhere…

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Anyway, after going to bed (in France) last night, I received a series of photo texts from Chloe, the photos all of Rémy in an outfit I bought for him soon before he was born. As you can see in this photo (oh, that’s Rémy’s dad, Alex, in the photo, too), it’s a onesie with the name “Student Nurse” printed on it.

Student Nurse was a Seattle-area band that I appreciated when I was in high school and just after. Learn more here and here. They were founded by John & Helena Rogers, John also going by the name Johnny Rubato. I got to know both Johnny & Helena a little bit because they ran Rubato Records, what was a fabulous used record store that began in downtown Bellevue. Typically, I had to head to the Ave in the U District to shop for used records so having Rubato’s in Bellevue, where I grew up, was a great nearby alternative.

(As a quick aside, this feature from The Stranger, which includes a reference to Rubato Records, is a great read if you appreciate used record stores and the people who work for them.)

Soon before Rémy was born in May, I was listening to some music online and came across the fact that Student Nurse had reunited to play a few dates last year. One click led to another (you know how that is, right?) and I found they had released a retrospective CD, that Helena was painting and selling art (I bought an original of hers of Big Mama Thornton that now hangs in my home office), and that I could purchase some Student Nurse merchandise.

I snatched up this onesie for the soon-to-be-born baby. And yesterday, while going to bed (in France), Chloe sent me pictures of Rémy in the onesie.

If we need to make this even more French-centric to warrant the “France 2023” tag I’ve affixed to this post, here’s Student Nurse and their song “C’est Tout” (French for “that’s all”) from that retrospective CD as posted on YouTube:

PS – Support independent music by buying the retrospective CD on Bandcamp.

25 July 2023 : Buying Clothes at the Grocery Store

So there’s this ongoing joke in my family that when I’m in France I go to the grocery store to buy clothes. And I admit, it’s technically true. I like getting SOME of my clothes at Leclerc, a large grocery store chain in France that is set up like the large Fred Meyer stores we have in the US.

You can get groceries, to be sure, and at decent prices. Both Leclerc and Fred Meyer also sell household goods, even furniture and automotive things. There are sporting goods and electronics.

And, yes, clothes.

So every time we come to France, I make plans to head to Leclerc to check out the latest in men’s fashion. Or, better put, for the bargains that I might be wearing later this year.

Staying at the Bertail’s, and with Melinda hanging out with Christine and with Bérnard at work, I decided I’d walk to the Leclerc where I did most of our family’s grocery shopping during the sabbatical year, the place where I’ve bought quite a few of my clothes over the years.

Now one thing different about this year compared to past years, this time I’m a grandfather. In other words, I never really had reason to look at the baby clothes at Leclerc before now. And, boy, did I look. In fact, I was so taken by the cuteness I saw that I sent a text to Chloe, mother of Rémy, mother of my grandson!

It was about 1pm here in France when I sent the text, what is 4am back in Seattle. And guess what? Chloe was awake, feeding Rémy. She texted me right back:

Spoiler alert – Rémy will have some clothes from the grocery store. Just like me, Grandy, his grandfather.

24 July 2023 : Second Home Again, Home Again

For those new to Melinda’s and my travels to France, let me just say that the city of Nantes is our second home. We lived here for 13 months in 2010/11 and have traveled back many times since. Some of our closest friends live here. So today, arriving in Nantes is a homecoming of significant sorts for us.

I’m tired as I write this after a short night of sleep and a long day of travel so am hoping the above photo will serve as the main happy announcement of our safe arrival in Nantes. We drove 90 minutes to the Montpellier airport this morning, arriving less than an hour before our scheduled take-off. Then it was a 75 minute flight to Paris, a 50 minute flight to Nantes, and a 25 minute taxi ride to our old neighborhood, the place where we met Christine & Bérnard in 2010 and whose home we now are at.

I walked over to the Hippodrome, one of my happiest places on earth, and snapped this selfie.

23 July 2023 : Denouement

Denouement is a fine word to describe the day after a French wedding, I’m thinking. More literally, it’s the final part of a story, the point when all the plot points come together and we can close the book.

That said, I’m not really sure there is such a thing as a “day after” a French wedding, at least not the one in which Melinda & I have been enjoying since Friday. If yesterday’s reception didn’t ever end (word this morning is that Frédérique, Romain’s mom, was still dancing at 6am), and today’s brunch and pool party began at 11am, maybe there is no denouement.

Besides, a wedding is the BEGINNING of a story, not the END.

Melinda & I managed to keep dancing until 3am, at which point we (read: Melinda) drove the 15 minutes to the incredible spot at which we’re staying (well done, Melinda). We slept in until almost 10, before heading back to the venue for today’s brunch, the same spot used for Friday’s white party and yesterday’s reception.

My brunch plate.
We enjoyed a catered brunch, cooled our feet in the pool, and made a final connection with a number of French friends that have become as important to us as family.

After that, we drove to Avignon, about an hour away, where Melinda spent a semester in college in 1984. We hunted for the home at which she stayed with uncertain success before entering the walled city and enjoying a festival taking place. These two photos of us come from when we stopped to cool off with a glass and a small meal.

Rosé & Ricard, aka Melinda & Andy.

Hmmm… considering we head to Nantes tomorrow to reconnect with Christine and Bérnard, denouement is the wrong word for what we’re feeling, for sure.

22 July 2023 : Romain & Clémence Wedding

Okay, so there is NO WAY to fully summarize this wedding. From its 90 minute ceremony in an ancient French church in a tiny town to the reception that started at about 6pm and continued for at least 12 hours (Melinda & I managed 9 of those – not bad considering jet lag and all), what I have for you are some photos:

Exiting the church to the cheers of the crowd!
Their car for the 30 minute drive to the reception. Melinda & I were part of the procession that followed them along tiny, winding roads, honking horns, and waving at smiling passersby.
With our dear friends, Frédérique & Laurent, parents of the groom, Romain.
Having fun with the photo booth photos!
The happy couple saying hello to Chloe, Alex & Remy.
The father of the bride (left), and the father of the groom (center) wanted a special toast with me with the most incredible wine I’ve ever had, a local Châteauneuf-du-Pape.
This picture was taken between dinner courses at approximately 11pm, about 90 minutes before the dancing began.
Yeah, after a couple of hours of dancing, some jet lag, and a couple of glasses of Châteauneuf-du-Pape, this is what I look like.

21 July 2023 : “White Party”

So one of the big reasons for this year’s trip to France is to celebrate the marriage of Romain and Cléménce. Romain, you longtime blog readers will recall, is a member of the Boudeau Family, the family responsible for us choosing to live in Nantes back in 2010. We became fast friends with them during our year there, something that is a vast understatement.

Today was the first part of the wedding celebration, what is called a “white party.” In short, this means that people wear white clothing, I guess. I’m not sure if all parties of this sort take place in southern France but if they do, I highly encourage you to attend one. The venue was, perhaps, the most spectacular spot for a party I’ve ever seen (and I was born in Omaha, mind you). I don’t think any words I could use would do it justice. Let me just say that there were views, and some trees, and a big sky, and some buildings. It was about 90 degrees and there was a band and an open bar, and a pizza truck.

Oh, there were some really nice people there, too, most of them French (all of them, I think), and many of them our friends. People seemed genuinely pleased to see us and by us I mean Melinda AND me. Go figure.

We were pretty tired, given we had flown 9 hours from Seattle to Paris, then another hour+ from Paris to Montpellier. In Montpellier we rented a car and drove 90 minutes into the center of French bliss (see attached map and the black arrow, that’s us).

About where we’re staying this weekend, I encourage you to visit this website. That’s where we are; in fact, it’s where I am as I write this.

Now about the marriage, the wedding ceremony is taking place tomorrow at 3:30pm, followed by a reception that is supposed to last into the wee hours of the morning. And by “wee hours,” I think that means the party will extend into next year.

More on that in my next post. And about posts, here’s what Melinda & I were doing on this day in 2012.

20 July 2023 : Travel Day + Carib’s 90th

We’re back!

That’s right, Melinda & I are back in France. After the sabbatical in 2010/11, we vowed to come back every year and, mostly, pulled that off until 2018, the year I left PSCS and we moved for a year to California. Soon after, well, there was this little thing called the pandemic. And while we did make it to France last year courtesy of Melinda’s mom as part of a Shaw holiday, I didn’t update the blog (which I’m kicking myself for not doing).

So we’re back and I’m back!

We left Seattle today on an Air France flight and with this nifty new neck pillow (seen in this photo). It attaches to the airplane seat and then connects under your chin, thus allowing you some comfort if you want to relax your head forward or to either side. It worked fairly well for me, but especially well for Melinda.

Speaking of Melinda, she was trying a new concept for the few days before we left, one in which she goes to bed an hour earlier each night and gets up an hour earlier each morning. Today she got up at something like 2am.

I think what worked for her was being sleep-deprived. She more or less passed out on the flight…

In other news, certainly significant news, it’s Carib’s 90th birthday today. 90 is a big number when it comes to age (it’s less significant when you think of dollars, that is unless you have those new-fangled dollars, what Jed Clampett referred to as mill-EE-on dollars).

My brother, Steve, who came up from California with his wife, Deb, to celebrate the occasion shared this photo with me.

Happy birthday, Carib! As a flashback, here is how we celebrated your birthday 13 years ago.

Do You Think Peace on Earth is Possible?

At the start of 2020 as part of my work with the Compassion Games and other similar projects, I was one of several people asked if I thought it would be possible to have peace on Earth by 2030. The question was being posed as a way to encourage reflection on what might need to happen in the present to support peace in the future. I thought about my answer for quite some time and then offered the following response:

I’d like to begin by suggesting there may be a clearer way to get to the point of this question, a way that acknowledges that to the rabbit who is hunted by the hawk there will never be peace on Earth. A way that understands that if we truly are interested in peace, we need to recognize that as humans we are connected to the rabbit AND to the hawk, AND to the fact that the hawk hunting the rabbit is part of a natural cycle of balance. 

In other words, I don’t think peace on Earth will be defined as hawks laying down with rabbits.

As posed, I think the question also presupposes that world peace is an end result rather than the unfolding of a process. As as end, I think we are tempted to treat world peace as the solving of a problem, the lack of world peace. I think any time we reduce complex issues to that of problems needing to be solved, we are bound to think in absolute solutions: THIS is how we achieve peace on Earth.

I think this is how fundamentalists and dictators gain power. Ironically, this approach is the opposite of peace on Earth although it could lead to no more war. For instance, had Hitler’s “Final Solution” prevailed, one might have argued that peace on Earth had been achieved when in actuality all that would have happened was a global dictatorship.

So I think a clearer approach is to consider peace on Earth as a process to experience. In this way, the question to be asking may be more along the lines of, “Do I think the Earth will be a more peaceful place in 2030 than it is today?”

To that question, I can easily answer yes, provided I dedicate myself to being more peaceful in my interactions with others and with myself and others do the same. I understand that may appear to make the question too simple, that what the question requires is something more global than individualistic. But I’m of the mind that every time I choose a peaceful response over a violent one, even in my self-talk, I’m acting globally by setting off a chain of peace that impacts everything. So in me being more peaceful, I will help create a reality that makes it easier for others to be more peaceful. Others do that for me and for others, too, outside of anyone’s conscious awareness.

As such, it becomes a conspiracy, a word that really means breathing together, of peace. And even if all I take is one conscious breath of and for peace, even if that’s all you do, that’s fine, that’s a step forward. But we can do even more than that if we so choose. Just take the first step, take the first breath. Then take the second.

For instance, reflecting on having been asked the question contributes to the Earth being a more peaceful place. You’re thinking about peace and I’m thinking about peace, more than either of us would be if the question hadn’t been asked. Having peace elevated in my mind, I’ll be more likely to let the driver on the crowded highway merge in front of me during rush hour. She’ll be touched by the gesture and be more peaceful with her child once she gets home. The child, touched by his mother’s peacefulness, will be more peaceful with the dog.

Indeed, it’s the Butterfly Effect.

So as I see it, part of my role, today, tomorrow, to 2030 and beyond, is to not only cultivate and practice peace, it’s to promote peace. And my way of promoting peace is to help people recognize and celebrate what I call ordinary kindness or everyday thoughtfulness. These are the kinds (pun intended) of things that people do all the time every day:

  • hold open the elevator door
  • greet the grocery store clerk
  • smile at the bus driver
  • etc

What is needed is to elevate our individual and collective awareness of these acts. This is hard these days, what with so much division and partisanship. We are being tempted to choose sides all the times, which is an anti-peace movement. At the most simple level, your job and my job as promoters of peace is to look around and notice these ordinary things, contribute more, tell someone else about them. The more awareness we bring to these ordinary acts of kindness, the more of them happen.

The more that happen, the more that happen, you know?

Remember that great children’s song by Malvina Reynolds called “Magic Penny?” with the chorus, “Love is something if you give it away you end up having more”?

Practiced first individually, then within communities, then municipalities, then within countries, then globally, that’s peace on Earth.