Oh, the Jet-Set

Hubby is back in "Jet-Setting Artist" mode. His plane tickets are confirmed. He will fly away next Monday, on the pretext, or out of necessity; depending on one's point of view, that he must leave himself plenty of time to prepare for his next Art Show which opens June 20th. in Mende, France.

I concede that it will be a great show; a combined exhibition of watercolours, by hubby, and photographs, by a fabulous landscape photographer J-F Salles; both of whom love the bucolic and unspoiled countryside that is Lozere.

But here's the rub. This is a region where hubby spent a few summers when he was a boy. This photo shows you his cohorts, whom he has rediscovered since we bought and renovated an old cow-barn in the region. These "Bad Boys" rampaged around together when they were all fourteen and fifteen. Not a milkmaid was spared their attentions, from what I have heard, and they are proud and feisty and looking to get into more scrapes I am sure; totally ignoring the fact that sixty years have gone by.

I shall stay here and run our "bread and butter" business, fielding international phone calls about

lost passports and missed planes, as Chaos follows its most faithful disciple to Europe.

My work time is much more efficient when I am alone and not bound to interrupt my train of thought because the Holy hour for eating has come around once again.

I shall arrange to treat myself to horse-riding mid-week, with no recriminations, for who needs to know but me and the horse? I'll hang out with friends, without having to translate for anyone and I will surely have more Blog-time!

Whatever the opposite of Jet-Set might be, it works for me!