My solo weekend with the kids was part disaster and part success. I woke up sick Saturday morning so was comatose on the couch all day. Lucien took advantage of the situation to eat many "cereal sandwiches" and crackers with four inches of Nutella spread on top.
He also left the faucet running in the bathroom. Our sink has a semi-clogged drain so the sink eventually filled and flooded the room. I awoke on the couch to the sounds of a beautiful waterfall, stumbled towards the sound in confusion, then bellowed like an injured Beluga whale (do those things bellow?) when I saw what the little punk had done.
I was still not my best Sunday morning but we had to get out of the apartment before someone (Lucien) was posted in the "free stuff" section on Craigslist. Lucien has recently decided he's going to be a paleontologist so I thought I'd be a good mom and take him to see the animal skeletons at the Natural History Museum at the Jardin des Plantes. He got a lot more out of this visit than last time we went. This time he studied every cat/mouse/rabbit skeleton carefully and pronounced them "very small dinosaurs."
I bought him an excavation kit in the gift shop, one of those things with the plastic mallet and the chunk of clay you have to chip away to get the bones and assemble the dinosaur. What a delightful pre-dinner activity for mother and son, thought me.
This is after half an hour of work. Are you f*cking kidding me?
The problem is I am not a patient person (understatement) and these excavation kits are made for people with patience. After an hour of dainty "chip chip chip" with the plastic mallet and no bones, I pulled out a hammer and screwdriver and told Lucien to stand back. Then there was some furious excavating activity.
Good thing I didn't become a real paleontologist. I'd be the paleontologist with the jackhammer going full throttle, screaming, "WHERE ARE THE GODDAMN BONES?"
I saw a movie being filmed in front of the Palais de Justice a couple weeks ago --
It's a normal occurrence around here, but this one I watched for awhile. All the actors were French and I didn't recognize anyone, but apparently someone was famous because the French tourists were talking very excitedly amongst themselves and taking pictures like crazy. My celebrity sightings are so lame I'm now including suspected celebrities I don't even remotely recognize on the list.
They were filming in a car (half a car, really) and the actors were covered in blood. Between each take, the actors would climb out of the car and have more blood dripped on their faces. That's what this actor guy on the left is doing --
Then they would climb back into the fake half-car for another twenty minutes while everyone else stood around. This went on and on and on. From what I can tell, making a movie is boring and involves a lot of standing and doing nothing. Thank God I'm a stay-at-home mom and blogger because this shit is exciting.
Speaking of movies, here's a picture of me and a few of The Ladies on the steps where Owen Wilson waits for the magic car in Midnight in Paris. Our favorite English pub is directly across the street from these steps; we've gathered there many times to have a beer and a laugh.
Me, L.A. Mom, Virginia Mom, Vancouver Mom
Since this picture was taken, L.A. Mom has returned to the States. Vancouver Mom is due to leave next month. I leave in December. Virginia Mom is most likely outta here next summer. So at this time next year, a whole new crop of ex-pat butts will be parked on these steps, a whole different group of lady friends formed thanks to landing in Paris at the same time, and we will be nothing but a vague, distant memory in this city that's seen so many of us.
That's some depressing shit right there.
Alex is enjoying seeing our friends back in Seattle because they are awesome, but says the city makes him feel disoriented and strange. Things have changed; home is home but not quite home. I have four-and-a-half months to prepare myself for this reality. In other words, if I start another dinosaur excavation kit right now and do it properly, I should be throwing it in frustration at the Space Needle just in time to kick off the new year.
Have a dino-riffic day,
P.S. This blog is going to remain a news-of-the-world-free zone. In fact, if I ever read the news again, somebody punch me in the face. If you need a break from the whole goddamn world falling apart, come see me. I will be talking about inconsequential things.