Roger went out for a baguette this morning, only to discover almost all the shops closed, including bakeries. Apparently the day after Easter is a holiday in France. He finally found one open and bought some 6-grain bread - not quite as tasty as a grain baguette from the local bakery, but good nevertheless. The apartment was in dire need of cleaning, so we set to that after breakfast. I am still catching up on laundry from our guests and travel.
Roger was not sure there would be chess since this is a holiday, but he left shortly after 2:00 with his chess set. Around 3:30, it began to thunder and shortly after 4:00 he called to say he was on his way home. Almost immediately after he called, it began to rain here, and hail as well. I think this is the first thunder I have heard since coming to France, and I know it is the first hail I have seen.
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| Hail in our tulip box |
Alicia called this evening to say that they almost didn’t get out of Massachusetts and back to Atlanta. They were at a small airport in Massachusetts and were waiting for the turnaround plane from Atlanta to Massachusetts. When they arrived at the airport, there was an announcement that the flight would be delayed because the plane had not left Atlanta yet. This was announced several times before the plane finally made it in, they boarded and left for Atlanta. Alicia said she got to bed around 3:00 a.m.
I called Daddy to talk to him one more time before he leaves for a retirement center in Lubbock. Jimmy answered the phone and I spoke to him for several minutes before talking to Daddy. Daddy seems mostly resigned to the move, but not particularly happy. It is the end of his independence.
Some swallows have begun building a ndes right outside our bathroom window. I don't know if you can see it here, but it is the slight protrusion from the brown beam. I am reminded of the swallows who built a nest above the porch light at Daddy's house and returned year after year.
Some swallows have begun building a ndes right outside our bathroom window. I don't know if you can see it here, but it is the slight protrusion from the brown beam. I am reminded of the swallows who built a nest above the porch light at Daddy's house and returned year after year.
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