Thursday · Popularity: 9% · my life in france
Friday the 13th and Boxes
I venture quickly in the early AM to the market and back home to wait for our boxes. Late morning we are told they are in customs now and would be delivered Monday or Tuesday, next week. David pleaded to get them delivered this afternoon and they said they would try??
It’s 4:30PM. My intercom rings. I answer and it is TNT Express with our shipment. I push the key to unlock the lobby door telling the rustling below and assume he is making our delivery via the elevator.
I’m so excited! What’s taking so long? Out of curiosity, I gaze out my front bedroom window to the street to see if he is unloading them, only to see the truck driving away. I phone David and after several phone calls to the company, we find the driver refused to deliver to the 3rd floor. They say he no longer has a job????
Wednesday · Popularity: 11% · my life in france
Chase’s Birthday
Chase’s birthday. It was to be the day of delivery of our boxes from the U.S. No, the carrier calls late afternoon. The boxes are at Charles De Gaulle airport but the need more paperwork to justify our residence in France. David faxes the paperwork and delivery is scheduled for Friday.
Monday · Popularity: 14% · my life in france
Flight to London
David took an early AM flight to London and Portsmouth, England, to return on Tuesday night. I attended a salad luncheon at the Church. There were approximately 100 ladies attending and each of us brought a salad. What a wonderful meal.
Friday · Popularity: 19% · my life in france
Full Church Today
The church was full today as with everyone returning to Paris after the Summer holidays. Weather here now is cool - highs in the lower 70’s. After church we toured the Pompidou area of Paris and ate lunch at the restaurant “Paris, Tx.” The fajitas were good but nothing like what we get in Texas.
Editor’s Notes
We went to a few restaurants like that with David and Georgia when we visited them in Paris. I got the feeling the “beef” was something like horse meat (probably not) or something else that I had not had before, but it was not cattle / cow beef like we have over in the U.S., at least not at that time.
Thursday · Popularity: 23% · my life in france
Market Day
A great market day. I looked forward to it and even bought long stem beautiful, red gladiolus for 20F ($4 USD). David took the RER to Versailles in hopes of completing the last step toward out being legal here in Paris. He did not complete this task as government offices were under reconstruction, some were closed and others couldn’t communicate.
So back to the office and Louis submitted our request for a residence card thru this IBM contacts. Our boxes shipped from the U.S. on Tuesday, 9/3 will not arrive until next Thrusday (12th). We’re anxiously awaiting our American goodies.
Wednesday · Popularity: 26% · apartment, my life in france
Tuesday, September 3, 1991
A lot more people on the streets now as they have returned form vacation and the stores are beginning to re-open. In fact, there are lots of people on the streets.
Wednesday, September 4, 1991
David brings home flowers as he knew the empty vase would be waiting on the table
Thursday, September 5, 1991
We began framing the numerous posters/pictures purchased in Colorado (at a bargain price). The concrete walls are fun for hanging things.
Editor’s Note
Here are a few photos that Georgia took of the Living Room and the Dining Room. This is before they put the pictures/posters on the wall from Colorado.
Tuesday · Popularity: 27% · my life in france
Labor Day in the USA
(Labor Day in USA, but not here) - Jet lad had set in for me. I tried to go to sleep about 10pm last night but since I was still on Dallas time and wishing I was watching the Dallas Cowboys (3pm in Dallas), I was wide awake until 5am my time. (my payment for taking the Sunday afternoon nap.)
David took a 7:30am flight to Spain and I finally slept a few hours. He returned Monday evening from a good meeting and really tired and ready to stop flying for a while.
Editor’s Notes
When Deborah and I went over to visit them the first time in Paris Georgia forced Deborah to stay up all day by taking us to the Eiffel Tower and various other tourist attractions so we wouldn’t fall asleep. I think Deborah by dinner time was about ready to kill her because all she wanted to do was sleep.