Monday 23 March 1:30 p.m.I'm feeling the money pinch today after giving the woman at the yoga studio €48 for a week pass and mat fees.
I haven't bought but one of my own meals so far. Yikes!
Today I'm heading to the Eiffel Tower. I'll meet up with the group for dinner tonight at 8. but am feeling a little overwhelmed by their chatter and my lack of funds. A didn't give me any money. Maybe she'll give it to me at some point, but I don't feel comfortable asking for it, since she doesn't owe it to me or anything.
I've been meditating regularly - 30 minutes morning and night - which feels very sane. Last night I started crying thinking about (doing Metta {loving-kindness practice" for) C. I don't know what it's about. We were so close and now it feels like a struggle to be far away from one another. I tried to just be with the feeling, and so I was, and it passed, but the passing was temporary. I kept sobbing for most of the 30-minute sit, no matter how I tried to continue down my Metta list of "close friends."
I didn't charge my phone this morning and now I only have 1/3 juice for pictures. C'est la vie.
Mme. Rey continues to be a loony-pain, but it has to do with the language barrier, so I am trying not to get bent out of shape. Last night I told her I was going to yoga and wouldn't have breakfast this morning. She seemed to understand, asked if I wanted it when I returned. I said that would be nice and told her I would be back at 11:30 (I'm thinking that's what she probably didn't understand). She did say, however, "So I can sleep in in the morning. Thank you." As if I was doing it for her. (No, that was just probably a funny language quirk.)
At 8 a.m. this morning she knocked on the door between her bedroom and mine, I was asleep but made a noise which she obviously didn't hear, then she started through my room, saw me and turned back. When I got back from yoga, she apologized for coming into my bedroom. "But you said you wanted to eat at 8 o'clock, so I thought you were already up and gone."
She asked if I wanted something then (at 11:30), I said, "If it's possible." She said, "Yes, it is possible." and gave me the usual. I tried to explain that I want breakfast the same time the next three mornings; we'll see if she got it in the morning.
--I'm at the Eiffel Tower but decided not to go up. It has the feel of an amusement park - tourists, cotton candy, etc., and it's €12 to go to the top, and I'm thinking, "What for?"
At the subway stop, two British women approached me and asked me to play a part in a film they're making for a couple of friends who are getting married. They asked me to talk about the guy, Christophe. On camera, one woman took out a photo, said she was looking for her lost friends and asked if I knew or had seen either of them. It was up to me to improvise. I said I knew Christophe, met him a couple of weeks ago at a crepe stand, and was looking for him myself and thought I might see him at the Eiffel Tower. She asked why. I said because he kept talking about it, mentioned that his crepe looked like the shape of the Tower, and he was going there to get a crepe. It didn't make a lot of sense but it was fun.
I had French fries (feh!) but I really want a crepe now and there are no crepe stands here. Imagine that.
I haven't bought but one of my own meals so far. Yikes!
Today I'm heading to the Eiffel Tower. I'll meet up with the group for dinner tonight at 8. but am feeling a little overwhelmed by their chatter and my lack of funds. A didn't give me any money. Maybe she'll give it to me at some point, but I don't feel comfortable asking for it, since she doesn't owe it to me or anything.
I've been meditating regularly - 30 minutes morning and night - which feels very sane. Last night I started crying thinking about (doing Metta {loving-kindness practice" for) C. I don't know what it's about. We were so close and now it feels like a struggle to be far away from one another. I tried to just be with the feeling, and so I was, and it passed, but the passing was temporary. I kept sobbing for most of the 30-minute sit, no matter how I tried to continue down my Metta list of "close friends."
I didn't charge my phone this morning and now I only have 1/3 juice for pictures. C'est la vie.
Mme. Rey continues to be a loony-pain, but it has to do with the language barrier, so I am trying not to get bent out of shape. Last night I told her I was going to yoga and wouldn't have breakfast this morning. She seemed to understand, asked if I wanted it when I returned. I said that would be nice and told her I would be back at 11:30 (I'm thinking that's what she probably didn't understand). She did say, however, "So I can sleep in in the morning. Thank you." As if I was doing it for her. (No, that was just probably a funny language quirk.)
At 8 a.m. this morning she knocked on the door between her bedroom and mine, I was asleep but made a noise which she obviously didn't hear, then she started through my room, saw me and turned back. When I got back from yoga, she apologized for coming into my bedroom. "But you said you wanted to eat at 8 o'clock, so I thought you were already up and gone."
She asked if I wanted something then (at 11:30), I said, "If it's possible." She said, "Yes, it is possible." and gave me the usual. I tried to explain that I want breakfast the same time the next three mornings; we'll see if she got it in the morning.
--I'm at the Eiffel Tower but decided not to go up. It has the feel of an amusement park - tourists, cotton candy, etc., and it's €12 to go to the top, and I'm thinking, "What for?"
At the subway stop, two British women approached me and asked me to play a part in a film they're making for a couple of friends who are getting married. They asked me to talk about the guy, Christophe. On camera, one woman took out a photo, said she was looking for her lost friends and asked if I knew or had seen either of them. It was up to me to improvise. I said I knew Christophe, met him a couple of weeks ago at a crepe stand, and was looking for him myself and thought I might see him at the Eiffel Tower. She asked why. I said because he kept talking about it, mentioned that his crepe looked like the shape of the Tower, and he was going there to get a crepe. It didn't make a lot of sense but it was fun.
I had French fries (feh!) but I really want a crepe now and there are no crepe stands here. Imagine that.
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