Ah, those French. They are so much more evolved than us. Jolie laide (ugly-pretty) is their term for a sort of off-key beauty. Uh, not that I am, just that I appreciate the balance in the lop-sided. And I struggle for grace in a city that grants moments of beauty and ugliness breathtakingly close to one another, sometimes creating a gorgeous gasp of a moment. So here is some of what I see.
Ah, those French. They are so much more evolved than us. Jolie laide (ugly-pretty) is their term for a sort of off-key beauty. Uh, not that I am, just that I appreciate the balance in the lop-sided. And I struggle for grace in a city that grants moments of beauty and ugliness breathtakingly close to one another, sometimes creating a gorgeous gasp of a moment. So here is some of what I see.
I am wrestling two large cups of coffee into the elevator, sugar and spoons and other accoutrement threatening to spill out of my pockets at each step. He offers his assistance, but I eschew it, out of years of suspicious living, say I can handle it. "Like an 8 year old with chocolate milk!" he says, and his gentleness surprises me. I wish I had let him help.
posted by ttractor @ 9:26 PM
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It's so nice to have you back (says the girl who's still missing...)
I miss you too. I hope to see you when you get here. New digs in one week--half-way up a mountain, gorgeous views and, so Cali, so hilarious, a hot tub on the deck off the master bath.
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