when thomas is away
so... thomas left me for the states today. i have never felt so betrayed by a country that my own husband would choose it than to be with me... all on the premise to go back to work tomorrow. but we all know that he is going back for the air conditioning and watermelons the size of the vatican.
so while he is away, i become the jeorg of the days before thomas. this is what i would be like if he were not in the picture. my old habits emerge and are difficult to shake. for example, the eating of 5 things. yes. if i were alone for all eternity, i would eat five things. if i were on a deserted island, and could only eat coconuts and grass, i would be ok with this. i have no problem eating the same thing all the time.
and considering how much i love food, this is a paradox for even the brightest of minds.
i am staying at a "fine" establishment that houses students, so the food tends to fare the same way. and in the process of thomas not being here to remind me that i have eaten pasta for the past ten days for lunch and dinner and that maybe just maybe i should get some meat... i will inevitably eat past every night in his absence.
why you ask? why not. i don't know if that really is chicken. when i am out in a restaurant, i do much better. but then again, the choices are better, the food a better quality, and i can avoid people putting gelatin with meat. yes. they do that here in france and it worries me. gelatin and meat do not belong together people. it is not right.
so, while thomas is in flight dreaming of air conditioning, his dog, my three cats, watermelon, and cable tv, i shall be here, in the food line, picking the pasta.
When my husband leaves me to my own devices I am very happy to eat only instant mashed pototoes and toast. Enjoy your "secret single behaviour"!
Yes, this country's bright lights even make some of us natives a bit whoozy from all its brilliance.
Me being left to my own devices is less glamorous. As a man, I'm only steps away from living like a bear in the woods. When my family leaves the house it's akin to being released back into the wild after years of captivity. Except I tend to go for large buckets of fried chicken rather than helpless waterfowl.