Between a Rock and a Hard Place
updated – with photos
That’s where I am. This is the period of time of enjoying the glorious summer in Cassis
and dying to get home to my bebe’s in Saint Louis. It ranges from drinking a lemonade on the steps by the ancient maison where we share an ever petite apartment while deadheading hydrangeas and waving at Sandrine across the hills, to taking a sledge-hammer to my petit congélateur and knocking the hell out of it to dislodge 7 inches of ICE. The groans and exclamations emanating from our petite abode, well, you wouldn’t have believed it if you had heard it. I could hardly believe it.
I am beside myself with JOY and also with LONGING.
I iron my towels, shuck some kind of spotted red and white long beans, then I walk to city center for epiliation which, I have never had done in the United States…
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