Not A French Cafe

 Forgive me for changing the face of the blog again.

I just cannot find "just the right thing" for my daily notes.

I DID find an old document backer upper.

What are those little gadgets called?

Look what I found from 2005.

Jamison and me on the streets of Paris.

Our apartment is behind this building, about a 3 min walk.

It was not our apartment then. I wish it would have been. 

We lived across town then.

Jami had came over for a short visit while in the Air Force.

I remember it as if it were yesterday.

Now I am homesick.

BUT

I have a busy day ahead of me.

A walk this morning, even though the blasted workmen are on the street again.

and 

gluing the new painting together.

{sounds strange but just wait till you see it!}

and

tonight we go to a restaurant opening.

Larry loves restaurant openings.

Most of his salesmen know this,

 but many leave him out of the open invitations.

{it miffs him}

He is glad that we were included tonight.

It should be fun!

To bad that it is not a French Cafe opening,

I would have loved that!

 Now I must try to entice Libby to eat her Pug-dinner

and

then walk 3.8 miles.

Sounds perfect, yes?

Not so much when you are homesick.....

I think that walk will help.

Till tomorrow!

Love you.

Moi