On the 10th day of Christmas....

Rodez, Place Foch, Dec. 31 2012

I wonder why her shadow looks like "The Thinker"?

...I had some minor preparations to do for the New Year's Eve party, or "réveillon," that we are going to. 

As I posted two years ago on my "old blog," I'm not too big on this celebration. Too long, too late, too much food...at a time of year when I am usually too tired.

But since this year I have had longer Christmas holidays than usual, and also we didn't spend any time travelling, we both felt up to accepting the more or less standing invitation we have to celebrate New Year's with friends here in the village.

I think they know we are both pretty frazzled these days, so I got an easy but pleasant food task -- buying cheese and the wine to go with it.

For the bottles, I went to my favorite wine merchant's, La Cave Ruthène, and then I went uptown to buy cheese at another favorite Rodez place, Chez Marie: 

Chez Marie is a fab address and Marie is a fab person. Not only does she sell the best cheese in town, but her little shop, right behind the cathedral, is also a "cheese restaurant" with great food at reasonable prices.

I feel a New Year's Resolution -- no, intention, coming on. During the week, I have got to get out of my work neighborhood and into the town center more. Because, as my daughter just pointed out to me a few days ago, downtown Rodez is a very pleasant place.

On the 9th day of Christmas...

....I delved into two very different types of books.

After taking about a 3-week post-DELTA Module One break from reading books about English Language Teaching, I decided to go back to the basics with Jim Scrivener's Learning Teaching.

I had already read some chapters from it, but with the emphasis on practice that is coming up in DELTA Module Two, I thought I would go back to the beginning.

I really love this book. First, the new edition has the Millau Viaduct on it, so that can't be bad for someone who lives in Aveyron.

Second, Scrivener has a way of dividing language teaching stages into such easily comprehensible steps. He never seems to get preachy or dogmatic, and slips in the occasional bit of classroom reality by making statements along the lines of "at this point, you may want to stop the activity because your students are tired of it."

I think I am going to try to read, or re-read, the whole darned thing before going to my first DELTA Module Two session in...10 short days.

But all work and no play does not a vacation make. After spending the afternoon "learning teaching," I settled down to read in one of my Christmas presents:

I would have loved to have gone to the Edward Hopper show that's happening at Le Grand Palais until January 28.  But it looks like it probably isn't going to happen...then again...I just saw that it's open until 10pm on Thursdays, and I will be spending one night in Paris on January 24!

I'll see if I can squeeze it in. If not, the book is a lovely replacement.

On the 7th and 8th day of Christmas...

...reality struck in the form of a good look at what is awaiting me in the Cambridge DELTA course, Module Two.

I think I had been so obsessed with trying to pass Module One -- results are in February, so I'm not crowing too soon -- that I hadn't really looked that much into Module Two.

Today, I really plunged into the description in the official handbook.

All I can say is that it looks tough. I just finished an initial "reflective" paper...due date December 30th, they show no mercy! And I will be back in Strasbourg for a 9-day session very shortly -- departure on January 10!

On the 6th day of Christmas...

...I will be shamelessly materialistic and write just a bit about one of my Christmas presents. 

Despite my interest in communications technology, I was late to the smartphone game. But for Christmas 2012, I said good-bye to this...

...and hello to this:

I couldn't be happier! This is a really great gift that should make 2013 a lot more fun. 

On the 5th day of Christmas...

(Image source: http://www.daytimer.com/)

...I was going to brag a bit about "how much I had got done today."

But somehow it didn't really feel like that much.

In the meantime, through Twitter I ran into a very thought-provoking post from my old blogging buddy My Inner French Girl.

It was thinly veiled as "best wishes for the holidays," but it was actually about the multitude of online organizational tools that we can now use,  whether they really help us pare down our "to-do lists."

I haven't used a lot of those tools, but I have also given up on a tight paper system. I guess I'm 'twixt and 'tween.

As I commented on her post, I remembered that in the 80s, I had proudly adopted a Day Timer. I used it religiously, seemed to race through my "to-do lists," and have never felt so organized since.

Was it the Day Timer, or is it just the times that have changed?

On the 4th day of Christmas...

...it actually was Christmas!

So, if you celebrate it, Merry Christmas to you!

If you're reading this, I have probably already wished you a Merry Christmas via some other form of social media, likely Facebook or Twitter.

Have you noticed how present they have been this holiday? It seems like I spent almost as much of the day answering Facebook messages, keeping up with Christmas tweets,  and looking at other people's Christmas pictures -- not to mention writing old-fashioned emails --  as doing my own Christmas stuff.

I'm not saying this is a bad thing! It's just part of life now, and I suppose I'm happy it's part of mine.

On the third day of Christmas...

...I got a heck of a lot done! Last-minute food shopping, all of the gift wrapping, and some house-straightening.

Now I had better get to cooking! Our Christmas Eve dinner will be simple and has become our family tradition:

Starters: foie gras and saumon fumé on toast

Main Course: boudin blanc (see above), sautéed apples, and steamed potatoes

Dessert: A fancy bûche de Noël purchased from a local pastry shop

I love this meal because it is so easy to cook that the evening really feels like a true holiday!

On the second day of Christmas...

Shooting into the sun on the Causse Comtal
December 23 2012

On the second day of Christmas (vacation), I have actually started feeling, to paraphrase Elvis Costello, just like a human being.

One thing I'm really hoping for in these 12 rejuvenating days (well, now less than 11, but who's counting?) is to reconnect with things I love to do but haven't been doing.

Fog lingering in the foothills
December 23, 2012

Photography is one of them. I'm not the world's best-equipped photographer -- I'm very happy with my little Sony CyberShot -- but I have lost the camera habit lately. Or at least since I discovered Instagram and the fun of sharing photos with my phone.

Some snow is visible on the Massif Cantalien

So this morning, on the way to buying Christmas food goodies, I took the time to drive onto a side road, get out of the car, and take a close look at the stunning Causse Comtal area around me. Stopping to take pictures is something I don't want to get out of the habit of.

On the first day of Christmas...

(The new shopping mall around the Géant supermarket in Onet-le-Château)

I have a glorious 12 days of Christmas holiday ahead of me, and I plan to make a lot out of every single one of them.

I also thought I might try to blog about every one, even though this will not be the most exciting of holidays for me to recount.

The past 3 years, we have taken family trips between Christmas and New Year's Eve. 

In 2009, it was Amsterdam.

In 2010, it was Brussels.

In 2011, it was Strasbourg.

You can see the quantity of blog posts per trip going down with the years. 

I blogged about Amsterdam in a series of 5 photo-packed posts. Brussels got coverage only because of our crazy luggage problems. Strasbourg...well, the lack of a link speaks for itself. 

This year we are staying right here in Aveyron, and I have very modest goals. Cooking, reading watching movies, geeking around, and doing some organizing in the house. I'll be happy if I do a little of each every day; 2012 was a stressful whirlwind, and I'm ready for some simple things.

Today's biggest accomplishment was confronting a superstore, or hypermarché as the French call them. I try to do as much shopping as possible at smaller local shops, but when it has to be a hypermarket, my favorite one in the Rodez area is Géant.

I actually enjoyed going there today -- a sure sign I'm on vacation.

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If I were a "responsible gun owner" in the USA...

(This is a slight adaptation of my longest Facebook status update ever. It got a lot of comments and fuelled a lot of discussion, so I thought I would share it here too.) 

Since Friday's unspeakable shooting incident, I’ve been reading a lot of posts and comments on Facebook  written by people who call themselves “responsible gun owners.”

Their responsible gun ownership doesn’t necessarily bother me half as much as they seem to think it does. But they have been making a lot of remarks that I find cynical, fatalistic, and just plain sad.

As most of you know or imagine, I am not a gun owner. But if I were a "responsible gun owner" in the US today, these are some things I would NOT be saying:

I would not be pointing, almost gleefully, or with a weird sense of relief, to mass shootings in other parts of the world, as in “Hey, look at Norway, they have super strict gun control and they had a mass shooting that was WAY bigger than this one!” Why would I feel the need to distract attention from what’s happening in my own country?

I would not be suggesting that Americans who think the US just might need better gun control and who say so should just “pack up and move to another country,” if only because I would be just as high on the 1st amendment as the 2nd amendment.

I would not calmly and coolly be saying “Why, of course we have lots more mass shootings than other countries – we have lots more people!” It’s not like there can possibly be some sort of “quota per capita” for mass shootings that somehow makes them okay. Isn’t this one issue where we can all agree “the fewer, the better?”

I would not be spewing out “[insert names of objects] kill too, so why don’t we just ban [insert names of objects]” arguments, as in “Power tools kill people too, so why don’t we just ban power tools?” As a responsible gun owner, I would certainly understand the fundamental difference between a power tool and a gun. In fact, that is why I would proudly call myself a “responsible gun owner” but likely not refer to myself as a “responsible power tool owner.”

Finally, what I WOULD be doing is pondering what the US as a nation could do in order to avert as many of these mass shootings as possible.

Because as Americans, responsible gun owners or non-gun owners, shouldn’t we all want to be held up as an example and an inspiration to the world?

Or did I miss something in all those years of hearing about what it meant to be an American?

Out of the comfort zone 1: having students draw charts and graphs

(An apparently royalty free image from a very old blog)

Over the past few years, since I have started reading more ELT tweets, blogs and books, I have become quite conscious of the pleasures and successes associated with going out of my personal teaching comfort zone.

All right, it's not always a pleasure, nor always a success. It can't be; but than neither can be sticking to my established "teaching style," right? 

Today I tried a new activity -- for me, that is -- that now seems like a no-brainer.

If you teach business English, you have probably been led at some point to teach "how to present charts and graphs." There are plenty of ELT materials out there on it, many quite thorough and well done, and I have used them without difficulty. The little pair work activities provided usually go smoothly enough, too.

But last year, in my first-year business school class,  I wanted to expand on this point with more interesting charts and graphs, which are easy enough to come by. 

So I found some images online of  bar graphs and pie charts about social media use, projected them on the board, and had students describe them to each other in pairs -- with a "traditional" group feedback and checking session afterwards.

I was underwhelmed. This means "it went fine." The students got involved in speaking about the graphs, but dealing with  a topic of more apparent interest to them than just describing a fictitious company didn't seem to give the activity that much added value. 

This year, I decided to go out of my comfort zone on this theme, and what constitutes that exit from my comfort zone may make some of you laugh: I had one student turn his/her back to the chart while the other one described it. 

The student who wasn't facing the chart had to draw it.

Nothing revolutionary!

Except that I myself am a pathetic artist/draftsperson, and so I myself have always run screaming from any pair work activity that includes the word "draw."

So I myself didn't think it would work well.

I thought the students who were asked to draw the chart would get frustrated and look at the board.

They didn't.

I thought the students speaking might not have the language skills to convey the content of the charts.

They did. 

I thought the students might take shortcuts, especially reverting to their L1, to get the activity over with.

They didn't. In fact, they went into such meticulous detail, almost 100% in English,  that some pairs had trouble "finishing" -- which didn't really matter.

Of course there were pairs who functioned better than others. For example, a few students got some ribbing from their partners when the "result" wasn't coming out right. But it was all in good fun.

I suspect those students are the artistically/graphically challenged ones.

I sympathize. 

Singin' me some post Cambridge Delta Module One Blues

Preparing Module One of the Cambridge DELTA was truly a transforming experience, and I honestly can't wait until Module Two.

But now that the stress of the exam is over, I'm feeling a little emptied out.

No more discourse to analyze, no more definitions to memorize, no more phonetic symbols to transcriptize...

So I just thought I'd a'write me a little blues song about it all. Hope y'all enjoy it.


DELTA Module One Blues

Da DA da da DA

Da DA da da DA

Paper One, Task One

Was lookin’ pretty fun

Left out a definition

Too scared I’d look dumb

Turned out to be the right one

Now I’m feelin’ glum

Da DA da da DA

Da DA da da DA

Paper One, Task Four

I just wrote more and more

Grammar and phonetics

‘Bout spillin’ onto the floor

Laid out 60 points

Feel sure of maybe 24

Da DA da da DA

Da DA da da DA

Paper One, Task Five

It just didn’t jive

Time was a'wastin’

Went into full drive

Hey, got it all finished

I guess I survived.

Da DA da da DA

Da DA da da DA

Went into Paper Two

Feelin’ kinda blue

Thought it was simpler

Just hopin’ that's true

Got it all done with

Wrote a lotta stuff too.

Da DA da da DA

Da DA da da DA

Oh sweet Delta, Delta

You really changed my life

Used to be a great mother

Used to be a good wife

Can’t wait for Module 2 now….

(Drum roll)

To cut up my teachin’ with a knife.

SERIOUS countdown to DELTA

Tomorrow will be a long travel day, and a long revision day as well.

After nearly 9 months of  preparing the Cambridge DELTA Module One, I will finally and grimly walk into an Alsatian classroom and take a 3-hour, pen and paper exam.

The exam conditions seem almost ancient. The test can in no way be done online, or monitored anywhere but in specific test centers. 

So tomorrow morning, I am flying from Rodez to Paris to Strasbourg in order to be on-site for the exam that will start the next day at 9am. 

Preparing DELTA Module One has been an eye-opening experience. When I read the program, I thought I pretty much knew  this stuff:

1. Theoretical perspectives on language acquisition and language teaching
2. Different approaches and methodologies, including current developments
3. Language systems and learners’ linguistic problems
4. Language skills and learners' problems
5. Knowledge of resources, materials and reference sources for language learning
6. Key concepts and terminology related to assessment

How wrong I was! I had my own ideas about teaching English, of course, and things I had read hither and thither, but I had never put it all together.

After hundreds of hours of reading, learning terminology, and struggling to master phonetic transcription, I hope I can do so (ellipsis) on Wednesday morning.

Wish me luck...

Inspiration in the form of a tweet

With the constant flow of information I get through Facebook, Twitter, LinkedIn discussions, and email, it would seem I should have never-ending sources of inspiration for this blog. 

But maybe too much information kills inspiration. At least nothing has really set the blogging fire burning again -- until today.

For a long time, I have been thinking of blogging more about teaching and especially my field, teaching English as a Foreign Language. But it seems hard to get started when so many have already gone so far with it.

Then yesterday, I ran into this tweet from fellow EFL teacher Janet Biachini, whom I have been following on Twitter for a while:

I read her post Quattro, and thought "I really should be doing something like that."

Sure, I've read plenty of educational blogs over the years. But something about how Janet simply stated her reasons for blogging, which range from "to share my teaching ideas" to writing about the region she lives in, made it sound simple. 

I can do that. And I want to, very much.

The World from my Windows may be taking a different turn: less travel, more teaching, and hopefully a lot less "I want to be blogging again but why can't I get going on it" angst.

Affaire à suivre...

NaBloNoMo

It was nice while it lasted. 

Random post-election thoughts

I've been up since 3:30 am, so I can't aspire to coherent blogging tonight.

Just a few random thoughts on the election:

Obama rocks. I expect even more from him in his second term.

Romney gave a dignified and appropriate concession speech --but the guy still creeps me out.

Washington State rocks! My home state  voted for Obama, a new Democratic governor, marriage for all, and legalizing cannabis in one fell swoop!

It's interesting to note that the legalisation of marijuana initiative won by practically a landslide, whereas the marriage for all referendum is still officially too close to call, but looking good. 

I guess there are a few pot-smoking homophobes hanging around Washington State.

For me, the next big battle is fighting voter suppression and facilitating voting in the USA. Nobody should have to wait all day to vote.

Finally, I'm glad it's all over!

Four more years!

I'm on the eve of election....

My niece just chatted with me and asked me what I was up to for election night.

With the time difference of 6 to 9 hours between here and the USA, it's a strange warp -- and I'm not up to anything in particular. 

My American friends and family are living through this experience today; for me, it's tomorrow that counts. Tomorrow in the wee hours, that is.

I'm on the eve of election.

Four years ago, I had followed the presidential election in great detail, and worked myself into a frenzied state by the time the "night of" came around.

I could hardly sleep, and got up at around 4am to check the results --  which, as I remember, didn't really come in until 5am our time. 

My eldest daughter got up with me, and we rejoiced together at Obama's victory. (My youngest was in the USA...as she is tonight.)

A few hours later, I drove to work, honking my horn and blaring Dylan's "When the ship comes in" from my car CD player. 

I arrived early, and a handful of my students grouped together in my office to celebrate the moment.

This year, things don't seem quite so groundbreaking, but I believe the issues at stake are just as crucial, if not more so.

Here's hoping I'll be waking up to good news during the night....

A weekend away

The world from my car window

Lectoure, Gers department

I've been largely lucky weather-wise as far as travels are concerned. 

My family and I have managed late-December trips to Paris, Amsterdam, Brussels and Strasbourg without ever having to face pouring rain. 

There was that foot of snow in Brussels in 2010, but we enjoyed that.

Over the weekend, though, my husband and I took a one-night trip to the Gers department for an informal reunion of his engineering school class. The weather was horrendous....and that really makes a difference, doesn't it?

We were in a lovely area that I don't know very well, near Lectoure in the Gers department. There were fascinating buildings to photograph and great little villages to poke around. And I really felt like getting out and taking pictures.

But the weather, and an impending cold, kept me in the car.

We left saying we'll have to get back to this area....

Application terminated!

I have just installed the Blogger app on my cell phone and couldn't wait to use it!

So this will just have to do for my post today.

A blogging first for me...quite exciting.

Watery Summer Memories

Frye Cove, Olympia, Washington

How beautiful the Pacific Northwest is.

Last summer, I had quite a few chances to spend evenings "out on the water," thanks to a friend's move to a waterfront home. 

She and I also did some exploring of the surrounding coves, bays, and inlets.

I even went out on a sailboat for the first time in ages, and learned how to passably paddle in a canoe.

I suppose if I had stayed in Olympia, Washington, the water would be a big part of my life.

Now, it's just an occasional, summery feature -- one that, for some reason, I'm missing today.

My New York Girl

This has been a year of transitions.

Both of our daughters have followed the same pattern over three years: from Rodez, to a larger city in the region, to a global metropolis.

Through her business school, our youngest  had the opportunity to do two internships in New York City last school year. And at the end of the second one, she got an offer for a one-year job there.

Stopped out.

Bright lights, big city.

Got through Sandy unscathed.

Blogging for blogging's sake

My oh my, a lot has changed since I last took a stab at NaBloPoMo.

Not being up on blogging news, I missed the fact that NaBlo has somehow become part of the BlogHer network. I don't know if that's a good or bad thing overall, but if you ask me, their daily prompts are pathetic.

If you could live anywhere, where would it be?

If you could change one thing about your life right now, what would it be?

Tell us about your favourite pet.

Really? Really?

These sound like writing prompts I might consider giving my lower-lower-lowest intermediate English students..."might" being the operative here. 

Now I was thinking these prompts could be a great source of inspiration for kicking this blog back into gear, but I will have to think again.

However, I loved the month's blogging theme: "Blogging for blogging's sake."

That concept could be enough to get me blogging again..."could" being the operative here.

Where I'm at these days

Geel, Belgium, April 2012, as seen from a restaurant window

One of my daughters started a blog recently, and as I encourage her in this endeavor, I've been thinking about how I miss my blogging activity.

I'm everywhere but here these days.

I've been in the air and on the road a lot this school year: Budapest, Barcelona, Strasbourg, Paris, and twice to Belgium. And I may be leaving someplace out...oh yes, Normandy.

A colleague remarked to me the other day that "my suitcase was always ready." I suppose now that my daughters are older and I have some work-related and personal travel opportunities, I am willing to hop up and move whenever I can.

That is one reason I left my (very) mildly successful blog La France Profonde behind. I'm not so sure that was a good move as far as blogging rep, but writing about cows and villages just wasn't me anymore.

Yet I've had trouble investing this space, and it's not just a matter of time. 

I think it's a matter of identity. "An American in Aveyron," my subtitle for La France Profonde, gave me an anchor.

"A slightly frazzled 50-something dual national spending some of her time running around France, other European countries, and the USA; some of it studying for the Cambridge DELTA; some of it lolling around her house; a lot of it at work..." Hmmm....I don't think that will fit on my blog banner.

But as I told my daughter, "it doesn't take long to write a blog post."

So maybe I should start taking my own advice. 

Médecin, soigne-toi...

The DELTA Diaries: 4 thoughts after 1 month

As I mentioned a few posts back, I am currently taking the Cambridge DELTA course, an advanced qualification in English Language Teaching.

Since that post, a lot has gone on.

Module One of the course, which I am doing online through ESOL Strasbourg, kicked off in early April.

This part of the program covers a lot of theory about language acquisition, discourse analysis, English Language teaching methods...and many other points that I am either woefully or somewhat ignorant of.

After one month, I have 4 thoughts about the course.

1. This is a lot of work


When you read about doing the DELTA, it is always clearly stated that the course requires plenty of work.

I am here today to tell you that this is true. If you think you there are special circumstances that will exempt you from the workload, as in general intelligence, good test-tasking skills, or lots of teaching experience, think again.

2. Previous qualifications with the magic letters EL in them would have been useful


There is, however,  one special circumstance that does seem to be an advantage for going in for the DELTA: holding other qualifications with the magic acronyms "E" and "L".

I am one of "those candidates" who was accepted into the program based on experience, but I don't have a certificate-qualification-thingy including the letters "E" and "L". Oh yes, there is my Bachelor's degree in English Literature -- "E" and "L" -- but this is of precious little help when trying to learn what a suprasegmental is.

The learners in my course who already have "EL" quals seem a bit more comfortable for the moment.

3. I'm glad I have a book budget

I have been provided with 2 hefty reading lists; one is the "official ESOL Strasbourg" reading list, and another is an updated list suggested by one of our tutors. Surfing around the web, I have found yet other reading lists from reputable institutions.

So far I have invested in about 20 books at an average of about 20 euros each, so you can do the math. I must say the majority either have already been useful, or look like they will be useful.

I remember reading somewhere that proximity to a well-stocked ELT resource library was a real plus for the DELTA; since there certainly isn't one of those in Rodez,  I'm trying to build a modest version myself.



4. Online learning does, indeed, require discipline

I'm doing the course while working full-time, and I would say the workload is manageable, but significant. I'll be taking the formidable Module One test in early December, so my group has about 8 months to prepare.

For the first month of Module One, I put in 50 hours of work, including reading, preparing the assignments, studying, and interacting on the class wiki. I haven't officially "scheduled in" time for the class, but it has simply become my default activity.

My rule of thumb has been to work at least an hour per night on four out of five week nights, plus 6 to 8 hours total over the weekend.

In order to stick to it, I go into robot mode: I get home, do a few things around the house, and sit straight down to a 60-90 minute work session. Sometimes it is a real effort; but most times I look forward to it.


I've been discouraged a few times, but when I look back at how much I've learned in just one month, I figure that the endeavor is both doable and worthwhile.

Back to Barcelona

(Inside the Sagrada Familia)

As part of my job the past three years, I have been lucky enough to take study trips with my students to Barcelona.

This year, as in 2010, we went to the Alimentaria professional trade fair, a major networking event for the international food and drink industry.

We stayed only one night, and had a free day after the fair. I took advantage of this time to visit the Sagrada Familia Basilica, which I had last visited in 1987 -- before it had become a basilica.

The interior is spectacular, but also so spankingly new that it made for a sharp contrast with my vague memories of my visit 25 years ago. I don't recall much, but it seems at that time it was a somewhat creepy, half-open space.

Do you remember anything about the Sagrada Familia during the 80s?

Hitting the books

My life is about to veer off in a new direction: I am undertaking a major professional development course.

I have been teaching English as a Foreign Language for over 15 years now, but I don't actually have formal training in it.

Sure, I have a diploma in English literature from here, and a post-Bachelor teaching certificate from here, and, for 8 years, I taught French to high school students here.

Plus I have plenty of experience, which does count for something -- thank heaven!

But last fall, after having spent a few years haunting the ESL/EFL Twitterverse and blogosphere, I started to realize that something was missing, or at least I was missing something: formal training and a theoretical background in exactly what I do. Not just teaching, not just English, but teaching English as a foreign language.

So, starting next week, I will be hitting the books, preparing Module One of the Cambridge DELTA qualification.

This first part of the 3-module course is all online learning. A wiki will be involved, but so will old-fashioned reading and writing, with an official exam to take in Paris in December 2012.

As part of this experience, I hope to revive this blog, but it may take an educational bent...or I might end up publishing my teaching reflections on another online space.

So, I'm going back to school at 52, in a way that I never could have imagined even 10 years ago.

Wish me luck...

Diverse News

(My daughter is on the left...)

I haven't taken to this space for so long that it is intimidating.

It's not for a lack of anything to blog about; there is plenty of news.

I have been accepted to do the Cambridge DELTA program -- or perhaps I should write "programme" since it is a Cambridge thing and all.

Our elder daughter is finishing her "Licence" and will be going to a musical comedy academy in Paris next year.

My younger daughter just got back from a study trip to Mumbai. As a friend of mine pointed out, she remembers when study trips were no more than 100km from home. For that matter, when I was in school, they were called "field trips" and were usually in our town.

My husband is planning some office/garage expansion, although the house isn't really finished. And yes, we have been living here for 12 years. Such is life.

Times are beyond busy. My main objective for tomorrow?

To take the Christmas tree down.

The world from my window today

The world from my home office window, today at 8:30 am

The world from my home office window, today at 10:30 am

A certain fascination with train travel

I dropped someone off at the Rodez train station today.

Despite its modest proportions, I think the Gare de Rodez has quite a bit of charm to it.

But then again, I admit to a certain fascination with train travel.

I wish I did more of it.

A favorite building in Rodez

This is one of my favorite buildings in Rodez. I like to call it our little Pyramide du Louvre.

I'm not sure if it is still being lit up in the evening like it was at the time I took this photo, though.

Rodez view and grey cars

Today, I spent hours at the Conservatoire de Musique de l'Aveyron, Antenne de Rodez rehearsing for an upcoming orchestra concert.

I didn't take any pictures, but this evening went back through my photo archives and looked for some views taken from this building.

I think I have some better shots, but this one shows the well-known Café de la Paix, where one of my daughters has spent many hours.

It also demonstrates something I have noticed the past few years: there used to be a preponderance of white cars in France, but lately the trend seems to be to grey.

Happy New (York) Year!

In 2011, every member of my immediate family went to New York City -- except me.

Boo-hoo-hoo.

In 2012, I have found myself admitting on a regular basis that I, as one of Aveyron's few American residents, have NEVER EVER been there...whereas both of my daughters, as well as my husband have. Did in 2011. Whatever.

The 2011 NYC frenzy spread through my family like a virus.

First my eldest daughter started to plan a trip there with her boyfriend for August 2011.

Then they invited my husband to join them for a week.

Don't get me wrong, it's not like I was NOT invited. But I would have had to give up precious time with my family in Olympia to go...so I didn't go. Haven't been. Whatever.

As a result, through a connection my eldest daughter made, my youngest daughter found a great internship there, which she carried out in December. So now she's been there too. Went in 2011. Whatever.

All of this explains our family New Year's greeting...which, despite the oh-so-American theme, has very little to do with me.

Boo-hoo-hoo.