No kids, no tree, no lights.
We’re having a quiet Christmas: unpacking from almost two months of traveling, and trying to whip this house into shape. Eric has tiled the kitchen, I’m on caulk gun and undercoat.
No foie gras this year, just a couple of steaks and some Champagne. Chocolate treats from my favorite patisserie.
A Steve McQueen film fest, and maybe “A Mighty Wind” which we know so well we don’t really watch it so much as act out all the parts.
This morning we walked in a nearby village – checking out what’s for sale, what’s been sold. Looking at smoke coming up out of the chimneys, and a little bit of snow on the roof tiles. It was cold but lovely, walking in the sunshine.
Our fifth Christmas in France. I wanted to take some photos this morning but decided to just look and think about the other years.
We miss everybody but feel lucky to have seen my whole family in America and Eric’s mother, daughter and granddaughter in England this month, along with lots of our dear friends.
I feel happy to be here with Eric, a musical hero who can tile a kitchen. And having had the chance to go out and play a lot of shows this year. I want to say thank you to everyone who visits this blog. I know I spend a lot of time on here complaining, crying “Why?” etc. I know I’ll be doing that again soon. But it’s Christmas, a time for celebrating. It’s been a hard year and we made it through.
I could spin a holiday story about this display of two hulking wooden figures that sit in a parking lot in Nontron, a dull, pretty town famous for knives. But I won’t – I just know that it makes me laugh every time I see it.