I've decided can't let the little things get to me (years and years and years after everyone has been telling me the same thing). I'm taking things a little slower and if it doesn't all get done, then it simply doesn't all get done. I'm starting yoga classes. I'm reading more. I've picked up my knitting again.
This weekend has been about finding ways not to worry about the little things (despite the strikes cramping my social life a little). Podcasting sillyness, dinner with friends, new and exciting projects, travelling plans.
Today we went to the market, as we do whenever we are at home on a Sunday. Celery branches. Spring onions. Firm eggplant. So many capsicums. Zucchini. Grapes from Italy. Figs, bursting with sugar. Potatoes that will need a lot of washing in order to be used. Pink Garlic. Basil. Delicious coriander that I started munching on before we had even paid. Enormous Coeur de boeuf tomatoes. Fromage frais. Livarot. Saint-Félicien. And of course a still-warm baguette. Our bags were over-flowing.
We didn't have much to do this afternoon, so we piled up all the vegetables on the kitchen bench and made freezer food for the next few weeks. Curries. Soups. The obligatory bolognaise sauce. We felt very productive, and connected.
As Sylvain stirred a green curry with a glass of pineau in his hand, and I leaned against the fridge, nursing my vodka and orange juice, we laughed and talked about what we're doing this week, this month, this year. Ordinaryness is not such a bad thing. These are the little things that I like to worry about.
Oh, and if you haven't listened to the podcast lately, go over and check it out - we've been talking about some really interesting subjects lately, including what "home" means and the challenges of learning and living multiple languages. And laughing about it, of course.