Une catastrophe

I just arrived at home to find that, earlier this afternoon, the beautiful, modern, black glass kitchen cabinets in Jacqueline's kitchen had crashed to the floor. The cabinets broke loose from their moorings on the wall and, when I entered the apartment a couple of minutes ago, there she was, sweeping up buckets full of broken glass and porcelain. She told me that, just a few minutes prior to the crash, she had been standing in the kitchen, preparing her lunch. As soon as she sat down at the table in the dining area adjacent to the kitchen, everything crashed to the floor. Had she been there a few minutes later, she said, I would have come home to find her dead.

She said something about a sandwich for dinner, and when I said that I would get my own dinner, she held up a bag. No, no! I have bought two sandwiches! Here she is, in the midst of an unbelievable mess and the first thing she does is to go and get me a sandwich so that I won't go without dinner. I almost wanted to cry.

In other news, in our class we are now three students. In addition to Ananda and myself, we now have Margot, a very pretty and very smart high school sophomore from Oregon, who is here with her mother, a professor of French, who is on sabbatical.

After class I had my usual $6 lunch at Flunch, then went to Sauramps, the huge bookstore, and found a French grammar book and accompanying pronunciation book and CD. I'm going to work through the book during the six days I'm in Aix. Then, to the bibliotheque (mediatheque) to do some studying in my new grammar workbook. And finally, home, to discover the horrible mess.

My bed and yoga mat

The desk, upon which I am writing this

The little balcony outside my room

This evening, Jacqueline's friend, Martine, dropped of a casserole for our dinner. Jacqueline was most grateful.

Well, that's all the news that's fit to print.

A demain!