Sunday, September 30, 2007

Fall is here. The rain has begun and there is a chill in the air. The Parisians are complaining that it should be warmer “We never had a summer!” They cry. In fairness to them we were here in August and it was cool and rainy- but we were the only ones here as everyone else had the month off. My heart isn’t breaking for them. I’d imagine that it difficult to illicit sympathy when you live in a city like this- a cold day in Paris is better than a warm day in Scranton (Sorry Scranton- no ones saying it to your face but we’re all thinking it.)

Personally, I like the fall and the crispness of the air. The leaves are changing and dropping. The smell of autumn is in Paris, including the smell of fires in fireplaces- I wasn’t expecting that and I wasn’t expecting it to make me miss our house in the Midwest. Fire season for us was October through April- we didn’t even care if it was cold. There’s nothing better than a cozy fire.

There is, of course, no reason to miss our house as we still own it. It still has not sold. We had a bite earlier this week but it came to nothing. As I’ve mentioned, this will put a crimp in the plans but we are here for the year no matter what- and if Kelly has her way we will never move back.


self taught artist said...

i wondered about your house. the market sucks. any way to rent it?

i want to ask even if you dont want to say, (?) what is your book about? while I am enjoying all the fun pictures and posts, I would love to know what is going on underneath it all.

Parisian Cowboy said...

I love Paris right now. It actually is the season I prefer. It is nice also in New-York, though warmer.

Matt said...

I don't know what the problem is with selling your house. Whenever we see people looking I put on my best pit-stained undershirt, crank me up some Skynard, and go on over to tell them how much appreciate havin' them as neighbors and ask if they have lots of tools to borrow.

The Lovin Cup Coffee Blog said...

wow misplaced. it's been months since i tuned in... loving hearing about the transition. good work. oh, and i have to admit here, much to my absolute dismay... i grew up just a mere fifteen minutes from scranton. i guess that's how i ended up in vermont. it was as far north up the eastern "seaboard" as i could get without crossing the border.