Sunday, December 12, 2010
As I read this memoir, I was in awe at how Child adapted to the French lifestyle and became Julia out of those changes. How would the world know Julia Child without cooking and how would she have ever learned to cook without having enrolled in cooking classes in France? I wanted to be like that. Not a french cook, but I wanted to adapt to my surroundings and make the best of where we were when we were there. This summer was tough with a capital T. I was at my wits end with my son and his behaviors and it seemed there was not much help here. Now that school has started and there is a routine, things have gotten so much better. Circumstances are far from perfect, but as I explained to Joe how to meet me for coffee the other day (the back way), I realized-- I've adapted. As I made 4,376 Christmas cookies yesterday (and realized why my mother always made quick bread instead) for teachers and therapists, I realized-- I've made friends. As I wrote out Christmas cards to people I'm heart-sick for, I realized-- our nuclear family has been driven closer by this experience and we've started to realize our own little identity. I don't ever plan to adapt quite as well to North Florida as Child did to Paris. Tally just isn't my style. But it's nice to know that without realizing it, we are making the best of it, growing into better people.
Friday, December 10, 2010
I wanna read. Well, I say that but in fact, looking at next semester's reading list tells me otherwise. Three of my classes are literature courses (seems literature courses cannot be taken online so they've been saved for the end of my academic career...eeehee!) and the other is Spanish 1 & 2 combined. So, there will be much reading. But damnit, I have a bookcase filled with books loaned to me and books I want to read. Screw responsibility. I've earned it. I'm reading Anna Karenina.