Here you can find all of my posts in chronological order, from when I first realised this long-meditated project in my Paris attic.
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Paris – Day 48
HA! Victories. Kismet, friends. Today we mark the successful (even if sheepish) submission of my draft table of contents to my supervisor (it was ready for 3 weeks now). I received an email today from the Linguistics department asking if I am ok. Goodness me was I embarrassed. The deadline was more “guideline” – id…
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Paris – Day 47
Well, friends, I got on the 7.33 bus today. This one terminates elsewhere. It took me 40 or so minutes to walk to work as a result. Try, fail, try better, fail better. Learn. My boss and I moved the salt and still had much to tidy. It currently resides in a bin. And may…
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Paris – Day 46
Today was not in fact a day of filing more invoices, physically. I managed to do that all relatively quickly, at the end of the day. No, today was receiving parcel after parcel, and no letters! I had the most anticlimactic delivery this morning from the regular postman (the man with the absolute audacity to…
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Paris – Day 45
Once again, I woke up this morning thinking, “Do I have to?” And no, my plan didn’t work, as ’twas never put into action in t’first place! This recreant went to bed close to 12am! Tut tut. For shame. Teaches me a lesson. But I got to work, clementine and bannock in hand, Folk on…
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Paris – Day 44
I rushed out of the door carrying a homemade bannock today. I felt proud. I felt blessed. In this kind of bread I carry those who came before me. I carry love, and I carry strength against the odds. I carry my life. At the busstop, the non-verbal gentleman I met before insisted I sit…
At Least Afloat 