When people say they are busy it bugs me. Everyone is busy, we know that the tendency to say, "I have been so busy."
Or, "Sorry I have been so busy." It is a pet peeve of mine. And yet these last couple of months I feel I have been on overdrive.
The pet peeve word haunts me.
My blog writing has taken a back seat as other events have taken the wheel.
Thank you for your patience.
The next group of Musettes arrive tomorrow morning. Ruth and I are ready, the itinerary is planned, the
meals organized, car rented, flowers in vases, and wine ready to be served.
Chelsea called and talked wedding. As you can imagine that is a pretty conversation. They haven't found a place and that is a bit nerving. Martin (Mr. Espresso) has called over seventy venues most of them are booked next year or two small.
Martin comes from a big close-knit family. If my family lived in France our two families would have to rent a stadium to hold everyone. Fortunately, that isn't the case. I hope some of my immediate family come over, my mom, my brothers, and their families… but I know it is expensive to travel.
Chelsea said, "There is plenty to think about, plan, decide, budget and do. I don't know if it is worth all the expense of money, time and energy to think about this for several months for one day. Maybe we should just have a small wedding just us and go out to dinner."
My daughter is practical.
And in love.
She went on to say, "Martin is completely gaga over the wedding he talks about it constantly, he is more the "girl" than I am."
My future son in law is directive, take charge and in touch with beauty.
I asked Chelsea, "When you think of your wedding what do you want (outside of love, happiness, family, and friends). She replied, "An old beautiful place to celebrate, a lovely meal and dancing."
Oh, that rocks!
I wonder who has a chateau that I could borrow?
In the end, the most important thing is that love is celebrated, even if it is a picnic under that stars.
Other notes: Sacha is well working and happy. I am surprised how full of emotion I am. I knew I would be sad, but this has tapped into something deeper
The well-guarded place in my heart. Sacha's leaving has opened the well-sealed lid on the emotions and thoughts I carry about my leaving home years ago. I know what it means to leave home. To say goodbye over and over. To miss milestones, daily doings, growing up and watching a family become and change over the years. I know what it is like to see my family grow old and pass on. I know what it means to say goodbye to the familiar everyday conversations and little things that build deep memories. I know how hard it is to keep in touch, to love at a distance, to have to go "home" to invest in a relationship, not at hand. I know and that is why it is I keep crying whenever I think about Sacha.
He is happy and that is good.
As I have said before,
"…Then after years of living in a foreign country, you realize you have two places called home. You look around and the foreign place doesn't feel so foreign. The doors that were closed to you before have opened over time, and the homesickness feels so common you think of it as a bruise that won't go away; you know how to protect it."
That bruise is showing and it is raw and tender.
It will take some getting used to, and more so time to be able to put it in place.
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