Ooh la la!

In my quest to learn more about aging with joy, I’ve been known to pick up a book or two.

Though never before from the children’s section.

Yet one morning a photo of a children’s bookshelf appeared in my newsfeed. It was taken at Battenkill Books in Cambridge, NY.

One sweet book cover immediately caught my eye because of the little white dog and older French woman shown running beneath the Eiffel Tower.

I picked up the phone and ordered a copy of the book, “Madame Martine” by Sarah S. Brannen.

With my own little white dog Rex on my lap this chilly morning, we read it cover to cover.

I was hooked as soon as I read the very first words in the jacket, “Sometimes it takes another pair of eyes to help you see things differently…”

“Thank you, Rex,” I whispered as I scratched my newly adopted boy’s hungry belly.

The book tells the tale of how the French woman was stuck into a rigid routine before meeting up with her new pup, Max.

But now with their partnership, “Every Saturday they tried something new.”

I looked down again at Rex. He looked up at me.

“Hey buddy, did you know it’s Saturday?” I asked. “How about a road trip?”

Perceiving a nod, we trotted off to the best French bakery in the city to share a buttery baguette.

I’ve been meaning to stop in the place for years.

“Ooh la la!” I barked as we pushed open the door, and I finally realized all that I ‘d been missing.

Moving: Lesson 6

“It will be fun eventually. Really!”

My sister emailed me those words last night.

I was enjoying a pity party of one while entering the final days of packing and pitching before my move.

I’d just broken a favorite French styled lamp my husband gave me years ago.

I’ve been downsizing to a smaller home, but I’ve come to realize that doesn’t mean the work is any less.

It seems I missed summer with job and home tasks, and was thinking I’ll miss fall with its brilliant orange and yellow colors as well.

But my sister kept cheering me on, acknowledging the stress and telling me how much I’ll enjoy decorating my new little place.

I sat on my rusting kitchen foot stool, a.k.a the last chair still in the house, munching on my daily move cuisine of yet another “gourmet” gas station sub.

With my back aching, and too tired to lift another box, I surrendered to my bed by 8:00.

After all, I knew by Saturday night that bed will be gone, and it’s the tile floor with a yoga mat as mattress for me.

But hey, today’s another day!

I’m up early.

Finding coffee in the house and a not too stale glazed donut, I’ve now got my fuel.

And it’s been predicted to be a beautiful autumn day.

I’ll be passing those last garbage bags like perfect ‘Hail Mary’s’ into the dumpster.

Did I mention just how much I love that dumpster?

Maybe even more than those awesome gourmet gas station subs.

And there’s absolutely no way I’m going to miss my fall orange and gold.

The first thing I’m doing after closing on my new place is buying the brightest orange pumpkin I can find for my sunny front step.

And I’m going to decorate it in a French bistro style I think.

Just the perfect match for my new little French kitchen.

Oh, it really will be fun.

Ooh la la!!!