Back from my wine and reflection on those things that are life and, frankly, I think I have got to an age (or a comfort zone) where I just haven't noticed life passing me by.
So, for current concerns. Gerared Depardieu is Russian or French or Belgian. Who cares. he is still a great actor.
Over 3000 French soldiers are fighting Islamic rebels in Mali. Well it's just another French, post colonial adventure that will probably all get bogged down in the sand, and anyway, this is the direct legacy of the French intervention in Libya and, I guess that François Hollande is happy, because he finally has his "little" war, that he should be able to win. The "little" war has of course taken the heat off at home, where, yesterday (Sunday 13th January) - over half a million, anti "same sex marriage" protesters, unfurled their banners and demonstrated in Paris against what the Left call "Universal marriage" and the right call "gay marriage". You know what. Marry who you want when you want. I couldn't give a toss, and if same sex couples want to have artificially-inseminated, surrogate mother or adopted kids - good luck to them. I just hope that the French National Health system doesn't want me to foot the bill for same sex couples who want some "medical" way to procreate.
No, for sure readers, I couldn't give a monkey's.
My immediate worries are
a leaking roof,
new PVC windows
Teaching technical English to French army loadmasters (They who push things out of planes at 10,000 metres over Afghanistan.) Now I do have a
problem with this. Wheras the Yanks and the Brits will happily shove stuff out of a plane at heights as low as 500 metros, the French have to do, it from 10,000 metros, which means you have to teach loads of stuff about breathing apparatus and HALO drops.
Anyway sod that. My main concern this week is ... My dauhgter is sitting her Junior High School leaving certificate tomorrow, and I haven't lifted a finger to help her, because I haven't seen it coming, because I have spent the last two years sorting out my mother's demise and her estate, and following that, I retreated into my comfort zone. You know, you get to an age when you don't see the years pass. I am now at that age. I haven't noticed my daughter growing up and she has grown a lot.
Bad case of dad blues. Don't worry we will share other moments. I hope. But we have to share now as well.