Monday, December 15, 2014

Emile summons me to the apartment Saturday, when I arrived there were a few boxes by the door, in them were my things. He was there and he told me that we were through.
I asked why and he said, "You've humiliated me, you didn't tell me that you were a pute." "You didn't ask," I replied, you should have vetted me better." That being a dig that wounded, as he has bragged about how good his companies are at selecting employees. "You told me that you sought me out knowing that I had been a mistress, didn't it occur to you that I was not as pure as fresh snow when I agreed so quickly to take your money?" He sputtered and went on that he was now the laughing stock of Paris because he squired me around the city. I then pointed out that I wasn't the one who sought a promotion from, "piece of ass on the side, to substitute wife," that he had insisted on that. I guess is wife is enjoying this all in Nice.

We argued for a while longer till my taxi came and I loaded the boxes with the assistance of the driver. At home I licked my wounds and wrote him a check for the unearned December stipend.

Sunday I joined a friend and her two young children to view the Christmas displays in the Galeries Lafayette and the other department stores, finishing with hot chocolate at Berthillon on I'lle Saint Louis. We had a nice day.


Tuesday, December 09, 2014

Awaking to a soft rain on Buster's roof and canvas, I lay for a moment believing it must be early as it is still dark, but a glance at my watch tells me that it has been light for an hour. I can here the rhythm of Wag's quiet breathing as he sleeps out of sight on the passenger seat. I stir and his head appears, ears erect and his tail wagging above the seat back. Seeing that I'm awake he jumps into the back of the camper and up on to the cushion, a smooch and a dance, he has needs. 

Unzipping the sleeping bag, I dread throwing it back and exposing myself to the cold air. I grab a heavy sweater and my rain jacket and pull them on over the flannel nightgown. Barely waiting for the door to open Wags is off to find the right bush and then a spot to defecate. His business finished he returns to the camper for breakfast, while I grab a baggie to pick up after my charge.

To the west there is a distinct line of clouds and then clear skies, below the sea froths angrily. The weather forecast is for clearing through the morning and mostly sunny in the afternoon and the surf forecast is for the morning stiff sea breeze to turn and be off-shore in the afternoon, smoothing the swells and promising 2m waves with 15 second intervals. We can only hope.

For now there is nothing to do but have breakfast. After firing up the cabin heater, I start the water for coffee and begin to rummage through the fridge and cabinet for something to eat, when Linda taps on the window holding croissants. I let her in. The croissants were warm, she had made them this morning, her caravan having an oven. I found the preserves in the fridge and we talked, she needed to talk.


Monday, December 08, 2014

Sardinia was nice, we had a good time. The black cloud that had consumed me in London stayed behind.

Since moving to Paris, I've never had a Christmas tree, this year I got the jones to get one. This afternoon Chloe, joined me on the hunt for a tree. After exasperating her by dragging her around to 3 vendors seeking the perfect tree, you know, like you see in advertisements, she looked at me and said, "buy one or you're on your own" and she took one out of the rack and gave it to me. "Here" she said and I looked at it said its too small and picked out one that towered over us.

"If you put that in your apartment, you'll need to move out at it will take up the entire space," she said, "this one is plenty big, trust me." I decided to go with her choice and the tree is large enough. I moved  a chair and put it in the corner where Wags decided to pee on it. After cleaning up, I put my single stand of lights on it and the handful of ornaments that I have and then stood back and looked at it, pathetic I thought.


Thursday, December 04, 2014

I'm bored and restless. Emile is driving me crazy, but he is simply being himself and I'm the one who is unsettled. It took me about an hour after I got here to remind myself that I hate London.

We're at the May Fair and I find the place stodgy and the staff insipid. I'm tired of shopping, spas and museums.  Emile won't take me to business lunches so I'm on my own. Hopefully Sardinia will be better. It will be better as I'm going to be positive. Until then I'm bitchy.


Monday, December 01, 2014

Grace arrived last Tuesday and Wednesday we traveled to Normandy to spend Thanksgiving with Juliette and Dad at the farm. Usually we have dinner at their house in Neuilly, but this year it would have been only the 4 of us and they suggested the farm, as they wanted to invite friends. Grace and I didn't care.

Friday we drove to the village. She's been bitching and moaning since she arrived and that continued all weekend. She is grieving the failure of her marriage and is now in the anger stage, which knowing Grace is colorful and will go on for a while. Added to that is she's not happy with the new management at the former Kim & Co and has been on me, complaining that if I hadn't been a whore I'd still be there completing my earn-out and sharing in the misery.

I suggested that she quit and give up the earn-out if she was so unhappy, but she won't, we share an irrational insecurity that we will end up old, poor, crazy and alone. I comes from Mom and a general anxiety that women have. In truth we'll definitely be old, doubtfully we'll be poor, crazy maybe, and never alone. Grace has her children and even if I end up a childless spinster (increasingly likely), my nieces will look out for me.

This morning I left Grace at the regional airport to begin her trip home and I drove back to Paris. Wednesday I'm meeting Emile in London and we're going to Sardinia for the weekend. He wants to get away and told me to pick someplace and I've never been there.


Thursday, November 27, 2014

A young man received a parrot as a gift. The parrot had a bad attitude and an even worse vocabulary. Every word out of the bird's mouth was rude, obnoxious and laced with profanity. Don tried and tried to change the bird's attitude by consistently saying only polite words, playing soft music and anything else he could think of to 'clean up' the bird's vocabulary.

Finally, the man was fed up and he yelled at the parrot. The parrot yelled back. So the man shook the parrot and the parrot got angrier and even more rude. The man, in desperation, threw up his hand, grabbed the bird and put him in the freezer. For a few minutes the parrot squawked and kicked and screamed and then suddenly there was total quiet. Not a peep was heard for over a minute.

Fearing that he'd hurt the parrot, the young man quickly opened the door to the freezer. The parrot calmly stepped out onto his outstretched arms and said "I believe I may have offended you with my rude language and actions. I'm sincerely remorseful for my inappropriate transgressions and I fully intend to do everything I can to correct my rude and unforgivable behavior."

The young man was stunned at the change in the bird's attitude. As he was about to ask the parrot what had made such a dramatic change in his behavior, when the bird spoke-up, very softly and asked, "May I ask what the turkey did?"


Sunday, November 23, 2014


It was her day, with the introduction of her new product line at a toni boutique. He stood behind her smiling, the proud husband supporting his wife on her new venture. He funded it of course, and it was his contacts that got her this far, but now was her moment and he was letting her bathe in the attention. To his right stood her two, teenaged daughters, hanging on everyone of their mother's words and at his left their son, fidgeting in his sport coat and tie.

This scene of marital bliss was not quite pure, for he was of a roving eye, that surveyed the women in the room. When his gaze settled on me, I didn't avert my glance, but held his gaze allowing a half smile to form on my lips. The hook was placed and now to set it, which was easier than expected, for each time I looked towards him, we was looking at me. Now to reel him in.

The presentation complete, he stepped forward to lead the applause and then to give his wife a hug and kiss, he then he stepped back and let the guests approach her. That was my prompt to circle the room, his eyes following me. Passing behind them I turned down the short hall that led to the dressing rooms and toilets, to retrieve my coat from the temporary rack. When I turned to leave, he was standing in front of a toilet door, looking at me. "Bonjour Mademoiselle," he said. "Bonjour," I replied taking a step towards him. From my pocket I took a card and slipped it into the breast pocket of his jacket. "Call me, we will have a delightful time," I said as I moved past him. Reaching the end of the hall I looked back, he was standing there, watching me. "Call me," I mouthed, then turned and walked away.