Luxembourg gardens

Strolling through the Jardin de Luxembourg on a warm autumn afternoon.

Luxembourg Palace houses the French Senate

 

Paris schools are on vacation for two weeks, so there were lots of kids enjoying the nice weather. Quite a different sight from the park on a snowy day.

Mary Brand

It is with heavy heart that I remark the passing of my sister-in-law,  Mary Brand, who died yesterday after suffering a fall at her home.

Mary was 16 and I was 18 when I married Charlie and became part of the Brand family in 1968. We spent many hours gathered around the Brand family dining room table for dinners followed by rousing card games. One of my fondest memories of Mary is of a trip that we took to Hawaii - just the two of us. The ocean, colorful flowers, and warm temperatures were just what we needed during the Colorado winter.

I spoke to Mary by telephone during her last stay in the hospital but was unable to travel to Colorado to see her. During her final days she was surrounded by her life-long friend Vicki, her two brothers, and her six nephews and nieces.

She was loved and she will be missed.

Mary, Charlie, Philippe, Rachel, and me

Patrice's knee

Patrice had arthroscopic surgery on his knee on Oct 9th. Following that, the doctor ordered daily nursing services to give him shots, change bandages, and take out the stitches. The nurses make house calls here!

Nurse removing stitches

He's doing better now.

Théo catches air (Théo s'envole)

We celebrated the birthdays of two of Patrice's grandsons last week. Théo turned 16 on the October 12th, and Mathis turned 12 on October 18th. After lunch at their house on Sunday afternoon, we were treated to a demonstration of Théo's expertise on the scooter (trottinette). Check out the video that Patrice recorded.

Another day, another demonstration

Impatient drivers honking horns, then the distinctive sound of police whistles. What's going on? The windows of our apartment face away from the street so we couldn't see the source of all the noise. I went out to buy our daily baguette from the boulangerie in the Place de la Nation which is a frequent site of demonstrations.

There were a dozen police vans lined up in the street with officers directing traffic diverted by the closure of the circular avenue surrounding the central monument.

"Who is it this time?" I asked in French.

"Les etudiants (the students)" a policeman responded.

The crowd roared and cheered in response to an unseen leader. Waves of students rushed from the sidelines towards the monument where scores of their comrades were perched.

Hundreds of police in full riot gear displayed patience, monitoring the sidelines.
This is how they usually appear.

A little while later, when things had calmed down, I went out again and noticed that the police were a little more relaxed. I approached a small group. "Excuse me please," I said in English, "I am an American from Colorado. May I please take a picture of you?" They seemed totally disarmed. A picture? of us? All eyes turned towards their captain. "Of course!" he responded with a big smile. He then took the camera and motioned me over to stand with the men.

And voila!

Happy Birthday Mom

Today is my Mom's 82nd birthday. She was married at 17, a mother at 18, a grandmother at 40, and a great-grandmother by the time she was 64. She has spent the last 64 years changing diapers, cooking thousands of meals, kissing away innumerable tears, and saying millions of prayers to keep her family safe.

Marilyn in high school

Brother Phil, me, sister Jan, brother Joe, Mom and Dad

Now, at 82, she has 15 great-grandchildren with another on the way. Her world revolves around her family, and the family revolves around her. She still babysits and cooks birthday dinners for everyone.

I've sometimes questioned her endless devotion to others. She had plenty of talent and intelligence - didn't she miss going to college? Didn't she miss having a life of her own where she was free to follow her own whims? But no. She says she would do it all over again. 

Happy Birthday Mom. I love you.

Pilates

I used to work out regularly when I lived in Boulder, but had a hard time finding an affordable solution in Paris. I finally found a satisfactory fitness club just a couple of blocks from our apartment and signed up after our return from the U.S. this summer. The club offers a wide selection of classes, machines, and weights.  I go to several classes per week, my favorite being Pilates. It's doing me a world of good.