...when saying "no" is the answer. This morning, saying "no" felt good. I wrote earlier this last week about my "impatience" to get home, and about how important coming home to the Chatette alone with Dali's ashes, and Sammie cat is to me this return.
During a chat with a Facebook friend in France this morning, I was offered a ride home from the Gare d'Cahors. I was grateful. I explained what you already know. There was a sense of some hurt feelings on the other side, but we were settled on a coffee at the Melchior (according to my friend it is much more "zen") just across from the Gare. Sammie Cat and I will walk across the parking lot, catch up and have a coffee.
I'm sure my friend will walk us back across to the "routiere" to wait for the bus. "Je suis bous d'impatience" to get on my favorite bus home alone, to: savor the breathtaking ride along the Lot; wave to St. Cirq Lapopie; whisper hello to Jean-Luc and Odile as we pass Tour de Faure; soak up the double view as we pass both sides of Calvignac; make a partial tour of the Cajarc circle, and come into the home stretch along the river to the bus stop in Cadrieu. If, per chance the bus driver is an old friend...I might be "deposer-ed" in front of the Chatette. But either way, a walk from the stop around the bend until the Chatette appears like Brigadoon, or a short walk up the stone steps to my front door, with huge keys in hand: we will be home.
: )
Posted by: Kathleen | 04/06/2014 at 02:55 PM
I smiled too!
Posted by: Laury Bourgeois | 04/06/2014 at 03:29 PM