Everything reminds me of her…

I have a habit of singing songs out of context. This one is no exception either as I’m singing the rather poignant song by Elliott Smith in an oddly jaunty way.

I’m in a good mood. My car has had it’s suspension fixed and is now smoother than smoothness (“I got some chewing gum as my breath smelled of coffee”) and is booked in for the last bits tomorrow.

It looks now that my Paris trip is a go and I cannot wait. I’ve been seeing the post card I sent my Dad from my last trip and remembering it with such fondness. When I looked up how Jim Morrison was able to be buried in Pierre LeChaise I read that he’d returned to Paris after finding a sense of peace there on his previous visit and I too miss that. Not to mention Linda.

So, what reminded me of “her” today? This:

(one with my hand for scale)

When I went to Paris last time Linda (in all her unbelievalbly caring and lovable foresight) had bought such a coffee maker for her apartment just so I could have some coffee in the mornings. How wonderful is that?

So, yeah: today is good as my car no longer has the roller coaster element to its ride and my mind is full of thoughts of Linda and Paris and how I’m back to the two soon. I honestly feel like walking out of the Gare de Nord and shouting “Paris, J’taime!” having already whispered the last bit to the person greeting me.