Hi Everyone,
I'm back at work in Florida, and have been busy settling back into my new role as the Manager for Engineering Services at Disney's All Star Resort. What an exciting assignment I have. For those that are not familiar with the resort, it is Disney's biggest and busiest resort in the world. Originally there were 6,000 guest rooms spread out to 2,000 rooms in each theme, Sports, Music and Movies. They took some of the single rooms and combined them to make family suites so now there are 5544 rooms, making it the third largest single site hotel in the United States,
I am enjoying learning about rooms and the nuances of the hotel business and can only hope that I am doing a good job for the resort and the team that I am leading now. There is plenty to do as you can imagine. I have also started taking HVAC classes two nights a week and love getting dirty and learning the technical end of things. With all that going on it is difficult finding time to write the Bright Side, and I have really missed doing them, so I have made it my promise to myself to get back in the habit of doing them regularly. I have plenty of material for them from things that have happened and new people that I have met that provide most of my material.
I am looking forward to the new year and to all the exciting things that I know it will bring. I wish you and your loved ones, peace, love, and health in the coming year.
Stay safe and remember to.............Always look on the Bright Side of life.
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Saturday, August 11, 2007
On the Brighter Side
Good day everyone,
There has been a lot of debate over immigration into this country over the last couple of years. Even those of us that were born here and have not been directly touched by either knowing someone who wanted to become a citizen or have understood the impact that a growing population causes on our communities and resources have had very strong opinions.
Some hold to the belief that our shores and borders should be sealed tight from any additional immigration, while others feel that the door to the new world should remain open and that the laws of supply and demand should be the valve that controls the flow of the population. There is a large group that feel that a quota system or some type of filtering should determine who gets to enter the United States. There are people who want the controls to only let in people that will work for pennies and to kick those same people out when they have to resort to illegal practices to feed their families.
No one individual will ever be able to determine what type of controls need to be in place, it is way too complex for some set of rules to be implemented and work for every situation. I certainly have mixed emotions about immigration and I would not want to be the person guarding the gate, deciding who enters and who has to turn back.
On the Bright Side
Betty and I spent some time at Ellis Island, after touring The Statue of Liberty, and as we were the first time we came here, we stood in awe at the story of the immigrants that came to live the dream.
Some left families behind to venture into the unknown word. They took what they could carry and payed their way with their last savings. Even back then there were rules and filters and even some biased individuals that got to decide who got the chance to try a new life and who had to travel back to their homeland and return to whatever it was that they were trying to escape from.
There is a plaque inside the Statue of Liberty that was written as a sonnet to help raise funds to build the base of the statue. It holds a familiar line, that most of us have heard, but it also holds a promise to all the people of the world, and it is that reason that I chose it as the quote for this bright side.
"Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,With conquering limbs astride from land to land;Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame."Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
Emma Lazarus, 1883
Whatever your belief in the immigration laws, it is indisputable that we are all decedents from immigrants. For no man can say that his entire ancestry has come from, and stayed in one place.
The promise of the Statue of Liberty is the promise to be always welcoming to those that yearn for freedom. A promise to allow people to live a dream, to find their happiness, to build their fortunes, whether in wealth or love or in peace. The promise to allow each human being to be able to.........always look on the bright side of life.
Live your dream, for others have struggled to provide you with the opportunity.
Robert
There has been a lot of debate over immigration into this country over the last couple of years. Even those of us that were born here and have not been directly touched by either knowing someone who wanted to become a citizen or have understood the impact that a growing population causes on our communities and resources have had very strong opinions.
Some hold to the belief that our shores and borders should be sealed tight from any additional immigration, while others feel that the door to the new world should remain open and that the laws of supply and demand should be the valve that controls the flow of the population. There is a large group that feel that a quota system or some type of filtering should determine who gets to enter the United States. There are people who want the controls to only let in people that will work for pennies and to kick those same people out when they have to resort to illegal practices to feed their families.
No one individual will ever be able to determine what type of controls need to be in place, it is way too complex for some set of rules to be implemented and work for every situation. I certainly have mixed emotions about immigration and I would not want to be the person guarding the gate, deciding who enters and who has to turn back.
On the Bright Side
Betty and I spent some time at Ellis Island, after touring The Statue of Liberty, and as we were the first time we came here, we stood in awe at the story of the immigrants that came to live the dream.
Some left families behind to venture into the unknown word. They took what they could carry and payed their way with their last savings. Even back then there were rules and filters and even some biased individuals that got to decide who got the chance to try a new life and who had to travel back to their homeland and return to whatever it was that they were trying to escape from.
There is a plaque inside the Statue of Liberty that was written as a sonnet to help raise funds to build the base of the statue. It holds a familiar line, that most of us have heard, but it also holds a promise to all the people of the world, and it is that reason that I chose it as the quote for this bright side.
"Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,With conquering limbs astride from land to land;Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame."Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
Emma Lazarus, 1883
Whatever your belief in the immigration laws, it is indisputable that we are all decedents from immigrants. For no man can say that his entire ancestry has come from, and stayed in one place.
The promise of the Statue of Liberty is the promise to be always welcoming to those that yearn for freedom. A promise to allow people to live a dream, to find their happiness, to build their fortunes, whether in wealth or love or in peace. The promise to allow each human being to be able to.........always look on the bright side of life.
Live your dream, for others have struggled to provide you with the opportunity.
Robert
NYC with the Family
As part of my repatriation vacation Betty, Chris, Nick, and I took a few days to get reacquainted utilizing New York City as a backdrop. We can now attest to the stories about how hot it gets in NYC in August, but we are still big fans of the big apple. I will admit that it is no Paris, but there is a certain mystical air about Manhattan that is not matched anywhere that I have been yet.
The trip into the city was very pleasant. We took the train from Beacon NY into Grand Central Station then a quick cab ride over to our hotel. We stayed just one block from Times Square at The Milford Plaza, a great location and a very nice hotel at a reasonable price. We got to see the Empire State building after having lunch at John's Pizza on 42nd st just around the corner from the hotel and housed in an old church. The stained glass ceiling and clear story windows are still in place and the food is quite good. We thought they should change their slogan from "No Slices" to "Heavenly Good Pizza" but that would probably be just a bit of an overstatement anyhow so we didn't suggest it.
Buying the tickets online for the Empire State Building, and the Statue of Liberty turned out to be brilliant. We got to skip a huge line at the ESB and got to tour the museum and the observation deck at the pedestal of The Statue of Liberty, although the lines were long, and they no longer let anyone up to the crown, it was still worth it once. Our favorite part is still Ellis Island, more on that in the next Bright Side. Of course there are pictures available of the trip, click the link to the right.
The city, although hot, was great to walk around in. Betty and I walked from miles each day and had plenty of time to enjoy the city and sample some of it's famous eateries along the way. We left with many things left undiscovered so undoubtedly we will return to the greatest city in the world at a cooler time, and absorb even more of the spirit of New York that can't be seen, felt or explained, it has to be experienced.
The trip into the city was very pleasant. We took the train from Beacon NY into Grand Central Station then a quick cab ride over to our hotel. We stayed just one block from Times Square at The Milford Plaza, a great location and a very nice hotel at a reasonable price. We got to see the Empire State building after having lunch at John's Pizza on 42nd st just around the corner from the hotel and housed in an old church. The stained glass ceiling and clear story windows are still in place and the food is quite good. We thought they should change their slogan from "No Slices" to "Heavenly Good Pizza" but that would probably be just a bit of an overstatement anyhow so we didn't suggest it.
Buying the tickets online for the Empire State Building, and the Statue of Liberty turned out to be brilliant. We got to skip a huge line at the ESB and got to tour the museum and the observation deck at the pedestal of The Statue of Liberty, although the lines were long, and they no longer let anyone up to the crown, it was still worth it once. Our favorite part is still Ellis Island, more on that in the next Bright Side. Of course there are pictures available of the trip, click the link to the right.
The city, although hot, was great to walk around in. Betty and I walked from miles each day and had plenty of time to enjoy the city and sample some of it's famous eateries along the way. We left with many things left undiscovered so undoubtedly we will return to the greatest city in the world at a cooler time, and absorb even more of the spirit of New York that can't be seen, felt or explained, it has to be experienced.
Monday, July 23, 2007
Family Update
Hi everyone,
It has turned into July so quickly, and already we are past the middle of the month. I have returned to Florida from my six month assignment in Paris and I will say that although I missed my family and some of the benefits of life in Florida, it was a wonderful experience. I have not been told where I will be reporting to yet, but that should come next week when I am scheduled to have lunch with my boss. I am taking some vacation time and will be reporting for work after my annual August lobster trip to the key's on August 20. In the mean time, I am fishing, and working on things around the house and yard on things that need attention, and spending time catching up with Betty. We have a couple of trips planned, one down to Miami to get my visa in case I get called back to France for any length of time, (not likely, but possible) the other one is to NYC explained latter on in this update.
Betty is doing well and although she is frustrated having me around the house, I think she secretly is glad that I am home. She has been volunteering at several places, feeding the hungry at an Orlando Center and sewing pillows for heart patients. Next week we are going to be boxing up donated can goods for the Orlando Food Bank. She has also taken on the task of making new curtains for the dinning room windows. One of her cats got an ear infection and she has been nursing it back to health with all the love and attention she can give it. We are clearing the lakefront again and enjoying the free time we have until I have to go back to work.
Nick is doing well and was a huge help while I was in France. One of the projects he did was to replace our garage door when it finally died completely. He did a great job and the new one only needed slight adjustment that he did after discovering that the sensor were too close to the travel path of the door. He is still working as a life guard, but I think those days are numbered, as he is getting pretty bored of the easy life. A new shopping village is opening up soon near us and I think he is going to apply at some of the stores. There is a Lowe's so maybe he will get in there and we can get a discount. His next project will be to put a transmission in the Jeep and get it sold and out of the yard before we get evicted.
Chris is currently in West Point NY. as he was selected to help train the new cadets. Some of his friends and him went to NJ over the last weekend and stayed with one of his buddies sisters. They will be there until August and he is really enjoying the cooler weather there. His ear is doing OK, but he does say that he gets some pressure build up when he does his calisthenics. He is scheduled for more testing in August to determine if he will need surgery or not. The rumor is that the unit will re-deploy sometime in January, but no official orders as of now.
Betty, Nick, and I will be going up for a few days in August to take him to NY City to play tourist. We have tickets to see Spamalot, a play based on Monty Python's In Search of the Holy Grail, The Empire State Building, The Hayden Planetarium, and the Statue of Liberty. We are leaving plenty of time to have some free time, so Chris and Nick and go clubbing or whatever, and Betty and I plan to eat our way around Manhattan. I love NY.
It has turned into July so quickly, and already we are past the middle of the month. I have returned to Florida from my six month assignment in Paris and I will say that although I missed my family and some of the benefits of life in Florida, it was a wonderful experience. I have not been told where I will be reporting to yet, but that should come next week when I am scheduled to have lunch with my boss. I am taking some vacation time and will be reporting for work after my annual August lobster trip to the key's on August 20. In the mean time, I am fishing, and working on things around the house and yard on things that need attention, and spending time catching up with Betty. We have a couple of trips planned, one down to Miami to get my visa in case I get called back to France for any length of time, (not likely, but possible) the other one is to NYC explained latter on in this update.
Betty is doing well and although she is frustrated having me around the house, I think she secretly is glad that I am home. She has been volunteering at several places, feeding the hungry at an Orlando Center and sewing pillows for heart patients. Next week we are going to be boxing up donated can goods for the Orlando Food Bank. She has also taken on the task of making new curtains for the dinning room windows. One of her cats got an ear infection and she has been nursing it back to health with all the love and attention she can give it. We are clearing the lakefront again and enjoying the free time we have until I have to go back to work.
Nick is doing well and was a huge help while I was in France. One of the projects he did was to replace our garage door when it finally died completely. He did a great job and the new one only needed slight adjustment that he did after discovering that the sensor were too close to the travel path of the door. He is still working as a life guard, but I think those days are numbered, as he is getting pretty bored of the easy life. A new shopping village is opening up soon near us and I think he is going to apply at some of the stores. There is a Lowe's so maybe he will get in there and we can get a discount. His next project will be to put a transmission in the Jeep and get it sold and out of the yard before we get evicted.
Chris is currently in West Point NY. as he was selected to help train the new cadets. Some of his friends and him went to NJ over the last weekend and stayed with one of his buddies sisters. They will be there until August and he is really enjoying the cooler weather there. His ear is doing OK, but he does say that he gets some pressure build up when he does his calisthenics. He is scheduled for more testing in August to determine if he will need surgery or not. The rumor is that the unit will re-deploy sometime in January, but no official orders as of now.
Betty, Nick, and I will be going up for a few days in August to take him to NY City to play tourist. We have tickets to see Spamalot, a play based on Monty Python's In Search of the Holy Grail, The Empire State Building, The Hayden Planetarium, and the Statue of Liberty. We are leaving plenty of time to have some free time, so Chris and Nick and go clubbing or whatever, and Betty and I plan to eat our way around Manhattan. I love NY.
Bastille Day
Well, I can no longer say that I have never attended a world class national event. Even though the national event was in France, I can attest to the fact that it was indeed world class. Bastille Day in Paris is an event that people brag about being able to attend and that rivals some of our biggest celebrations, like our Fourth of July on the Esplanade in Boston, The Macy’s Day Parade in New York, The Marti Gras in New Orleans or perhaps even getting close to being on par with New Year’s Eve in Times Square.
I have always wanted to attend something on this scale, but always found ways to “avoid the crowd” and celebrate from afar. Now that I have broken the ice, I will not be so reluctant to brave the troubles that are often associated with attending one of these gatherings. The excitement and memories that were created just by being among so many people who are just out to celebrate with others is well worth the hassles of the event.
Bastille Day is celebrated all over France, but, in Paris, Oo La La, they go all out! The party actually starts on the evening before at some of the major firehouses that are host to the Fireman’s Ball. The ball begins inside the emptied out firehouses and before long the roll up doors are open and there is literally dancing in the streets that quickly becomes a blockade for the surrounding blocks. I decided to go to Place de la Bastille, knowing that if there was a major party to be had, that would be the place it would be. Wow, I was right on the money with that one. There had to be upwards of 15 thousand people crammed into the streets surrounding the roundabout and monument. Huge LED screens showed the majority of the crowd what was happening on the stages that were put up for the live bands that had the crowd on their feet the whole night (it did help that there was no way to sit down). The surrounding streets had vendors selling sandwiches, beer and other party fare and there were so many of them that the lines moved very quickly. Warm beer for 4 Euro (about 5.30 U.S.) however was not something to brag on. As the evening wore on some of the revelers began to celebrate with fireworks and the popping noises throughout the crowd made me realize it was time to leave.
The Parade on Saturday morning along the Champs Elysee's was unlike anything I have ever seen. Security was better than at the airports with the guards’ even having individuals open their umbrella’s to inspect them and collecting their water bottles at the check point. Everyone was scanned by a hand held metal detector, then frisked just to make sure, yes even the women were patted down (of course by another woman, don’t be silly). The line started early, about two hours prior to the first wave of the procession and although I was well back, I was admitted to the inner ring of spectators prior to them closing it off, because once the parade started, no one else could come into the inner ring, mainly because the guards that were doing the check in wanted to watch the parade too.
It was more like a military show than a parade. First the newly elected President with his mounted guard rode by. The only band in the parade by the way was the mounted guard. The crowd applauded, more politely than in celebratory revelry as he passed by. Then came the first wave of the fly over with several jet’s streaming blue white and red smoke to create a never ending French flag overhead. Then wave after wave of military aircraft of every imaginable shape, size and function flew over lasting about 20 minutes.
It was some time before the next showcasing of hardware began, but when it did start it was pretty amazing to see all the tanks, cannon’s, rocket launchers, communication vehicles and every sort of personnel transport you could imagine come out of the side streets and stream one after the other, four abreast down the road. All of the occupants looked very professional. Eyes front, stern look on their faces and those that were sitting looked just as rigidly at attention as those that could stand. The end of the ground parade was the fire department vehicles. They say that they are at the end because they are all hung over from the party the night before. This was the only part of the whole parade where people actually cheered. At the very end there was another round of fly over’s this time showcasing various makes and sizes of helicopters.
I thought that the best part was at the end as most of the spectators turned and left the areas, the troop transport buses began to leave. As they came back around, those of us that were left waved to them as they waved back, and it was the only time that there was an interaction between the crowed and anyone in the parade.
That evening, I walked down to the Eiffel Tower, and saw two concerts and then the fireworks back lighting the tower. There were about 30 to 40 thousand people there and the mood was very friendly and the crowd was very orderly. I was amazed at how courteous the crowd was, no one was pushing or shoving and no one was out of line. There were even a couple of cases of people meeting new friend in the crowd that got more and more compact as the time for the fireworks got closer.
Due to my position in relation to the tower (about halfway down the plaza) the fireworks seamed low. But they certainly were colorful and there were plenty of them. The musical backdrop for the event was a movie theme, with songs from films from around the world. The sound kept cutting out and it was very comical that the crowd would boo, hiss and call out when the sound crackled out and then cheer as the sound was restored. This happened throughout the event and will probably be how they people that come each year remember this particular event.
(of course pictures are posted, just click the link to the right of this message)
It was early morning by the time I waded through the crowd, and found my way back to my neighborhood. I went to sleep that night eager to come home, but grateful for the time I spent in France, and with deeply embedded memories of a celebration I will always remember.
I have always wanted to attend something on this scale, but always found ways to “avoid the crowd” and celebrate from afar. Now that I have broken the ice, I will not be so reluctant to brave the troubles that are often associated with attending one of these gatherings. The excitement and memories that were created just by being among so many people who are just out to celebrate with others is well worth the hassles of the event.
Bastille Day is celebrated all over France, but, in Paris, Oo La La, they go all out! The party actually starts on the evening before at some of the major firehouses that are host to the Fireman’s Ball. The ball begins inside the emptied out firehouses and before long the roll up doors are open and there is literally dancing in the streets that quickly becomes a blockade for the surrounding blocks. I decided to go to Place de la Bastille, knowing that if there was a major party to be had, that would be the place it would be. Wow, I was right on the money with that one. There had to be upwards of 15 thousand people crammed into the streets surrounding the roundabout and monument. Huge LED screens showed the majority of the crowd what was happening on the stages that were put up for the live bands that had the crowd on their feet the whole night (it did help that there was no way to sit down). The surrounding streets had vendors selling sandwiches, beer and other party fare and there were so many of them that the lines moved very quickly. Warm beer for 4 Euro (about 5.30 U.S.) however was not something to brag on. As the evening wore on some of the revelers began to celebrate with fireworks and the popping noises throughout the crowd made me realize it was time to leave.
The Parade on Saturday morning along the Champs Elysee's was unlike anything I have ever seen. Security was better than at the airports with the guards’ even having individuals open their umbrella’s to inspect them and collecting their water bottles at the check point. Everyone was scanned by a hand held metal detector, then frisked just to make sure, yes even the women were patted down (of course by another woman, don’t be silly). The line started early, about two hours prior to the first wave of the procession and although I was well back, I was admitted to the inner ring of spectators prior to them closing it off, because once the parade started, no one else could come into the inner ring, mainly because the guards that were doing the check in wanted to watch the parade too.
It was more like a military show than a parade. First the newly elected President with his mounted guard rode by. The only band in the parade by the way was the mounted guard. The crowd applauded, more politely than in celebratory revelry as he passed by. Then came the first wave of the fly over with several jet’s streaming blue white and red smoke to create a never ending French flag overhead. Then wave after wave of military aircraft of every imaginable shape, size and function flew over lasting about 20 minutes.
It was some time before the next showcasing of hardware began, but when it did start it was pretty amazing to see all the tanks, cannon’s, rocket launchers, communication vehicles and every sort of personnel transport you could imagine come out of the side streets and stream one after the other, four abreast down the road. All of the occupants looked very professional. Eyes front, stern look on their faces and those that were sitting looked just as rigidly at attention as those that could stand. The end of the ground parade was the fire department vehicles. They say that they are at the end because they are all hung over from the party the night before. This was the only part of the whole parade where people actually cheered. At the very end there was another round of fly over’s this time showcasing various makes and sizes of helicopters.
I thought that the best part was at the end as most of the spectators turned and left the areas, the troop transport buses began to leave. As they came back around, those of us that were left waved to them as they waved back, and it was the only time that there was an interaction between the crowed and anyone in the parade.
That evening, I walked down to the Eiffel Tower, and saw two concerts and then the fireworks back lighting the tower. There were about 30 to 40 thousand people there and the mood was very friendly and the crowd was very orderly. I was amazed at how courteous the crowd was, no one was pushing or shoving and no one was out of line. There were even a couple of cases of people meeting new friend in the crowd that got more and more compact as the time for the fireworks got closer.
Due to my position in relation to the tower (about halfway down the plaza) the fireworks seamed low. But they certainly were colorful and there were plenty of them. The musical backdrop for the event was a movie theme, with songs from films from around the world. The sound kept cutting out and it was very comical that the crowd would boo, hiss and call out when the sound crackled out and then cheer as the sound was restored. This happened throughout the event and will probably be how they people that come each year remember this particular event.
(of course pictures are posted, just click the link to the right of this message)
It was early morning by the time I waded through the crowd, and found my way back to my neighborhood. I went to sleep that night eager to come home, but grateful for the time I spent in France, and with deeply embedded memories of a celebration I will always remember.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
My final days in Paris
Well, my days in Paris are numbered with only a few left and my weekend ahead is all mapped out for Bastille Day. Viva la revolution! I am very much looking forward to seeing the celebrations starting with the Fireman's Ball the night before, where the drinking, music and dancing at the firehouses around Paris spill out into the streets for everyone to enjoy. Then on Saturday the military parade complete with tanks and fly overs roar down the Champ Elysees, and the evening is raised to a crescendo as fireworks accent the Eiffel Tower. Yes I will be here for it all, and I will post pictures as soon as I can afterwards, but for now you can see my recent pictures of the Towers of Notre Dame complete with gargoyles. Just click the link on the right.
It is a very weird feeling leaving Paris behind, not knowing when I will get to walk the streets of this fabulous city again, or see my new friends that I have made here. I feel like I have become a part of the city. I don't know how the Parisians will manage without me slaughtering their language, confusing them with my stopping every time I cross someones path and wave them ahead of me, or whistling down the busy sidewalks to the stares of astonished pedestrians. Yes, I am convinced they will miss me. But not as much as I have missed my wife, sons and friends back in Florida. So although it has been very cool here and wonderful for walking I head home to paradise. I have learned a lot here, and have many stories that I will surely bore people with for years to come, so get ready, stock up on no-doze and indulge me as only great friends can do.
It is a very weird feeling leaving Paris behind, not knowing when I will get to walk the streets of this fabulous city again, or see my new friends that I have made here. I feel like I have become a part of the city. I don't know how the Parisians will manage without me slaughtering their language, confusing them with my stopping every time I cross someones path and wave them ahead of me, or whistling down the busy sidewalks to the stares of astonished pedestrians. Yes, I am convinced they will miss me. But not as much as I have missed my wife, sons and friends back in Florida. So although it has been very cool here and wonderful for walking I head home to paradise. I have learned a lot here, and have many stories that I will surely bore people with for years to come, so get ready, stock up on no-doze and indulge me as only great friends can do.
Friday, July 6, 2007
On the Bright Side July 6, 2007
Hi Everyone,
My assignment with Project Lumiere here in France is drawing to a close. I can’t believe that six months have gone by and it is now time to pack my bags and return home. There have been various elements that have made the six months pass very quickly and others that have made the time drag out, and as always, my frame of mind at any given moment changed my perception not only of time past, but of time remaining.
The time really felt like it was dragging whenever I thought about Betty, or the people back home. When I thought about the ease of the life in Florida, the simple things that you don’t even have to think about, buying toothpaste, shaving cream, frozen dinners, going to a movie, or just sitting on the porch reading, time slowed down. There were also whole days that it seamed like time was almost standing still, especially in the mornings (Paris time) when I knew everyone back home was sound asleep, and I would have to wait six hours for them to catch up. The week prior to visitors arriving seamed like they were a month long and I would plan, and re-plan every moment of their arrival. The few weekend days that I had no goals for my time off, were almost painfully slow, especially if I just stayed around the apartment, doing housekeeping or research. At work, if a project was stalled, or during the fourth meeting of talking over the same things we did the previous three, I would sometimes think it would be more interesting to watch grass grow, or paint dry or perhaps the annual migration of snails. I found myself with a blank expression and a far off look in my eye and at times, I swear that the second hand on the wall clock skipped backwards.
These last two weeks have been the ones that have dragged the most. Most of the plans are in place for the initiatives, and some are already being implemented or tested and all of them now have owners here to carry them forward. So that leaves most of us with open calendars and little left to document. Betty reminded me the other night it is like the last week of school, when no one wants to be there. I was thinking it was more like the government in the last stages of their administration, full of lame ducks. But whatever way it is compared, it makes the time go slowly.
On the Brighter Side
Knowing that time drags when you have little to do of interest, it is easy to help the perception of time to accelerate. All we have to do is find something that we enjoy doing that is productive. To me there is nothing worse than lost time, as stated in this quote, it can’t be replaced.
“Lost wealth may be replaced by industry, lost knowledge by study, lost health by temperance or medicine, but lost time is gone forever.”
Samuel Smiles
So I resolved not to waste the open time that has been given me. I have taken time this week to visit with the people here that have helped me. Just sitting and chatting about my experiences, learning more about them as individuals and setting up plans to keep in touch. I have also started jotting down some of the things that I learned that I want to share or that will impact me personally or professionally as I re-enter my role back in Florida.
From a cultural perspective, many things have happened during the time that has past. I have gained insight into a culture that is rich in history, tradition and beliefs. I am constantly amazed as I have explored those beliefs, how they are the fruits of the history and traditions of France. Through centuries of trial and tribulation the French have come to this millennium with very firm convictions, and I have come to understand that no one that is born of different ancestry can truly understand what it is to be French. I have come to the conclusion that here, as well as any place, the best position to take when you are learning the culture, is that there will be obvious differences, as well as some that at first may not be so obvious, and you should judge only after you fully understand (which, by the way is never, because without being someone you can never fully understand what it is like to be them anymore than anyone will fully understand what it is like to be you).
From a business perspective, having time to truly understand the implications of an initiative and understanding the nuances of the organization and personnel can make a big difference in the outcome of the change. I now better understand that performing due diligence on the business reasons and results expected prior to making the final decision is directly linked to the success and sustainability of the plan. I was amazed at how much I learned about my own company the two weeks in February that I spent in the states benchmarking Florida and California and as a result, I will dedicate more time to learn others businesses and management styles.
From a personal level, I feel I have come to appreciate what I have at home much more. How important my family really is, and how supportive they have always been with everything I do. At work, how lucky I was to work with some great leaders, and to have their support and positive outlook on the business world. I also feel very fortunate to get to know a lot of Cast Members who have become close friends as well as great co-workers. I have gained an increased empathy for people who may not speak the local language as well as they would like. People who are visiting and don’t know the area, or what is available to them, will have my full support. I have discovered how quickly and slowly time can pass and how my frame of mind contributes to the perception.
So if you find yourself with time dragging by and want to make it pass with more meaning, take a few moments of reflection and see what the last six months has been like for you. Discover what you might otherwise overlook, and share them with someone who you think will be interested. Visit with people who have helped you and let them know that you recognized their efforts. Set up your plans for the next six months to be even more meaningful and remember to….always look on the bright side of life.
A bientôt (see you soon)
Robert
My assignment with Project Lumiere here in France is drawing to a close. I can’t believe that six months have gone by and it is now time to pack my bags and return home. There have been various elements that have made the six months pass very quickly and others that have made the time drag out, and as always, my frame of mind at any given moment changed my perception not only of time past, but of time remaining.
The time really felt like it was dragging whenever I thought about Betty, or the people back home. When I thought about the ease of the life in Florida, the simple things that you don’t even have to think about, buying toothpaste, shaving cream, frozen dinners, going to a movie, or just sitting on the porch reading, time slowed down. There were also whole days that it seamed like time was almost standing still, especially in the mornings (Paris time) when I knew everyone back home was sound asleep, and I would have to wait six hours for them to catch up. The week prior to visitors arriving seamed like they were a month long and I would plan, and re-plan every moment of their arrival. The few weekend days that I had no goals for my time off, were almost painfully slow, especially if I just stayed around the apartment, doing housekeeping or research. At work, if a project was stalled, or during the fourth meeting of talking over the same things we did the previous three, I would sometimes think it would be more interesting to watch grass grow, or paint dry or perhaps the annual migration of snails. I found myself with a blank expression and a far off look in my eye and at times, I swear that the second hand on the wall clock skipped backwards.
These last two weeks have been the ones that have dragged the most. Most of the plans are in place for the initiatives, and some are already being implemented or tested and all of them now have owners here to carry them forward. So that leaves most of us with open calendars and little left to document. Betty reminded me the other night it is like the last week of school, when no one wants to be there. I was thinking it was more like the government in the last stages of their administration, full of lame ducks. But whatever way it is compared, it makes the time go slowly.
On the Brighter Side
Knowing that time drags when you have little to do of interest, it is easy to help the perception of time to accelerate. All we have to do is find something that we enjoy doing that is productive. To me there is nothing worse than lost time, as stated in this quote, it can’t be replaced.
“Lost wealth may be replaced by industry, lost knowledge by study, lost health by temperance or medicine, but lost time is gone forever.”
Samuel Smiles
So I resolved not to waste the open time that has been given me. I have taken time this week to visit with the people here that have helped me. Just sitting and chatting about my experiences, learning more about them as individuals and setting up plans to keep in touch. I have also started jotting down some of the things that I learned that I want to share or that will impact me personally or professionally as I re-enter my role back in Florida.
From a cultural perspective, many things have happened during the time that has past. I have gained insight into a culture that is rich in history, tradition and beliefs. I am constantly amazed as I have explored those beliefs, how they are the fruits of the history and traditions of France. Through centuries of trial and tribulation the French have come to this millennium with very firm convictions, and I have come to understand that no one that is born of different ancestry can truly understand what it is to be French. I have come to the conclusion that here, as well as any place, the best position to take when you are learning the culture, is that there will be obvious differences, as well as some that at first may not be so obvious, and you should judge only after you fully understand (which, by the way is never, because without being someone you can never fully understand what it is like to be them anymore than anyone will fully understand what it is like to be you).
From a business perspective, having time to truly understand the implications of an initiative and understanding the nuances of the organization and personnel can make a big difference in the outcome of the change. I now better understand that performing due diligence on the business reasons and results expected prior to making the final decision is directly linked to the success and sustainability of the plan. I was amazed at how much I learned about my own company the two weeks in February that I spent in the states benchmarking Florida and California and as a result, I will dedicate more time to learn others businesses and management styles.
From a personal level, I feel I have come to appreciate what I have at home much more. How important my family really is, and how supportive they have always been with everything I do. At work, how lucky I was to work with some great leaders, and to have their support and positive outlook on the business world. I also feel very fortunate to get to know a lot of Cast Members who have become close friends as well as great co-workers. I have gained an increased empathy for people who may not speak the local language as well as they would like. People who are visiting and don’t know the area, or what is available to them, will have my full support. I have discovered how quickly and slowly time can pass and how my frame of mind contributes to the perception.
So if you find yourself with time dragging by and want to make it pass with more meaning, take a few moments of reflection and see what the last six months has been like for you. Discover what you might otherwise overlook, and share them with someone who you think will be interested. Visit with people who have helped you and let them know that you recognized their efforts. Set up your plans for the next six months to be even more meaningful and remember to….always look on the bright side of life.
A bientôt (see you soon)
Robert
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Paris from the top
This morning I got up, went down to the Eiffel Tower and then walked up the stairs to the second viewing platform. I then got an elevator to the top. They don't let anyone climb the stairs above the second viewing platform, so I really had no choice. I thought the view from the first floor was good, the second floor great, and the top level was breathtaking. The weather was cool and breezy and that really helped keep me from overheating as I went up. The clouds were puffy white, and the sunshine through the openings created an interesting parade of light across the city. There are two levels at the top. The lower one is enclosed, and the top on is just screened in. I was glad for the top level, because evidently no one washes the outside of the widows too regularly. I can't imagine why not! I got some great pictures of other land marks. You can view them by clicking on the link to the right and opening up the "Paris from the top" album.
I descended the same way and really enjoyed watching everyone labor their way up as I was aided by gravity on the way down, and merrily bounced down the stairs. I don't think they were enjoying it as much as I did, and the ground level came almost too soon. I did remember to stop and mail a couple of post cards at the first viewing platform to get the special Eiffel Tower post mark. I hope these make it out. I mailed one to Betty the last time I was there on May 25th and as of today she hasn't gotten it yet. Oh well, just think of how special it will be when it finally arrives!
I took the metro to Montparnese the only skyscraper in central Paris, and took the elevator to the 56th floor where there is a viewing area as well. It also has a top viewing deck that doubles as a heliport and although the windows on the viewing area were clean, I still preferred to take my pictures without additional glass between the lens and the subjects. I wish I had a telephoto lens for this type of picture, but it is so seldom that one is needed, it just doesn't make sense.
Here, I really got the feeling of how insignificant we are as individuals, and how grand we are as a population. What grand things we have created as groups. Inventions are born from great ideas of the individual, but to put them in place it always takes groups of people working together. I wonder how many man hours it took to build Paris?
From there I went to see Jim. He is still there resting in the Cemetiere Du Pere Lachaise, in a very ordinary grave, but still receives fresh flowers from fans. I felt that this was one of the things that I really wanted to do before leaving Paris, although I really can't say why. I was never a big Doors fan, but so many people are that it just seamed right.
There are still a few more things that I want to do before I leave. One of them is Notre Dame. Oddly enough, as many times as I have walked by, I have yet to go inside, or to the towers. I will do that next weekend, and I will add the pictures to "Paris from the top" for you to see when you can.
Talk to you all soon, two more weeks in Paris.
Robert
I descended the same way and really enjoyed watching everyone labor their way up as I was aided by gravity on the way down, and merrily bounced down the stairs. I don't think they were enjoying it as much as I did, and the ground level came almost too soon. I did remember to stop and mail a couple of post cards at the first viewing platform to get the special Eiffel Tower post mark. I hope these make it out. I mailed one to Betty the last time I was there on May 25th and as of today she hasn't gotten it yet. Oh well, just think of how special it will be when it finally arrives!
I took the metro to Montparnese the only skyscraper in central Paris, and took the elevator to the 56th floor where there is a viewing area as well. It also has a top viewing deck that doubles as a heliport and although the windows on the viewing area were clean, I still preferred to take my pictures without additional glass between the lens and the subjects. I wish I had a telephoto lens for this type of picture, but it is so seldom that one is needed, it just doesn't make sense.
Here, I really got the feeling of how insignificant we are as individuals, and how grand we are as a population. What grand things we have created as groups. Inventions are born from great ideas of the individual, but to put them in place it always takes groups of people working together. I wonder how many man hours it took to build Paris?
From there I went to see Jim. He is still there resting in the Cemetiere Du Pere Lachaise, in a very ordinary grave, but still receives fresh flowers from fans. I felt that this was one of the things that I really wanted to do before leaving Paris, although I really can't say why. I was never a big Doors fan, but so many people are that it just seamed right.
There are still a few more things that I want to do before I leave. One of them is Notre Dame. Oddly enough, as many times as I have walked by, I have yet to go inside, or to the towers. I will do that next weekend, and I will add the pictures to "Paris from the top" for you to see when you can.
Talk to you all soon, two more weeks in Paris.
Robert
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
On the brighter side
I always thought that the true measure of friendship was revealed at moving time. It is amazing how everyone you would count as being in your circle of friends suddenly have other plans whenever you have to have to move. Rarely are offers of assistance ever carried out. Most of the time you will find that it is the same few people that would be there no matter what. I wonder how many of them just couldn't come up with an explanation fast enough or felt they needed to pay you back for some prior efforts.
The other time that friends pop up is when they need something or they hear that you have won the lottery or something else on that line. It is rare to have a friend that just keeps in touch and is truly interested in being a good friend.
Recently my youngest sister died. It was very sudden and took our family several days just to realize that it was real. The normal verbal offers of support came pouring in, but what amazed me the most was the few close friends of individual members of the family showed up to share the service and help us share our grief. Several of my youngest sisters friends showed up to say their goodbyes, and that was expected.
On the Brighter Side
However, as I got up to the podium to speak about my little sister and say my goodbye's I became aware that there were several friends of mine who never even knew Loni, but came to show their support for Betty and I in our time of need. After the service, I met many more of my other family members friends who also came to support them. I was deeply touched by this show of support, and it showed me the true meaning of friendship.
Friendship make prosperity more shining and lessens adversity by dividing and sharing it.
Cicero (106 BC - 43 BC),
This quote helps remind us that friends are there to share the good and the bad. But the deeper message is that friends are there when you need them, not just when they need you. Being a true friend means knowing when to be there for someone. If you are ever in doubt about when to be there for someone, air on the side of being there.
Take a moment and call a friend that you haven't spoken to in a long time, see how they are doing, and let them know you will be there when they need you, that's what freinds are for. Oh and remind them to........always look on the bright side of life.
Have a great day my friends
Robert
The other time that friends pop up is when they need something or they hear that you have won the lottery or something else on that line. It is rare to have a friend that just keeps in touch and is truly interested in being a good friend.
Recently my youngest sister died. It was very sudden and took our family several days just to realize that it was real. The normal verbal offers of support came pouring in, but what amazed me the most was the few close friends of individual members of the family showed up to share the service and help us share our grief. Several of my youngest sisters friends showed up to say their goodbyes, and that was expected.
On the Brighter Side
However, as I got up to the podium to speak about my little sister and say my goodbye's I became aware that there were several friends of mine who never even knew Loni, but came to show their support for Betty and I in our time of need. After the service, I met many more of my other family members friends who also came to support them. I was deeply touched by this show of support, and it showed me the true meaning of friendship.
Friendship make prosperity more shining and lessens adversity by dividing and sharing it.
Cicero (106 BC - 43 BC),
This quote helps remind us that friends are there to share the good and the bad. But the deeper message is that friends are there when you need them, not just when they need you. Being a true friend means knowing when to be there for someone. If you are ever in doubt about when to be there for someone, air on the side of being there.
Take a moment and call a friend that you haven't spoken to in a long time, see how they are doing, and let them know you will be there when they need you, that's what freinds are for. Oh and remind them to........always look on the bright side of life.
Have a great day my friends
Robert
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Good Morning,
Over the last week I have had the pleasure of having a friend visit Paris. It was a good visit, and for the most part the weather cooperated. It was nice having someone around to have dinner with and continue exploring the city.
While I was working, Carolyn visited museum's, Cathedrals and Chateaus. I walked her endlessly around the city, and caused her great pain for even though she is fit, and brought along six pairs of shoes, she soon found that the uneven surfaces, and hilly terraine rubbed her the wrong way, and it was surelly difficult to keep on her feet and move about the city. While the Metro system here in Paris is fantastic, it can't bring you right to the doorstep of every sight, and the many stairs leading up and down to the surface soon take their toll on legs and joints as well as the feet.
I will say that Carolyn was quite the trooper, often aquesing to walk the couple of metro stops to the next location ranther than taking the easy way out. In most cases, I believe, it was due to her knowing that I love to walk. She even climed the 200+ stairs to the top of the Panthion because she knew that I wanted to.
We had dinner together each night and talked about the city, the people and the art of Paris. It was nice to hear a fresh perspective. I found that I have started to become blind to the things around me. I find that I don't take as many pictures of flowers, as they are now everywhere. I walk quicker through the museums, as paintings and sculptures become just more art. I am not affected by the gold guilding on the gates and domes of the city. Having a friend to share the wonders of the city and to watch them discover the beauty of the parks, streets and buildings makes everything new again.
I travel home for a week in a few days and I know that I will see things there that have been overlooked by me for years. I will see them new again, and I will take the time to see the beauty. I encourage you all take the time to pause and see things as if they were new to you and marvel in their beauty.
Over the last week I have had the pleasure of having a friend visit Paris. It was a good visit, and for the most part the weather cooperated. It was nice having someone around to have dinner with and continue exploring the city.
While I was working, Carolyn visited museum's, Cathedrals and Chateaus. I walked her endlessly around the city, and caused her great pain for even though she is fit, and brought along six pairs of shoes, she soon found that the uneven surfaces, and hilly terraine rubbed her the wrong way, and it was surelly difficult to keep on her feet and move about the city. While the Metro system here in Paris is fantastic, it can't bring you right to the doorstep of every sight, and the many stairs leading up and down to the surface soon take their toll on legs and joints as well as the feet.
I will say that Carolyn was quite the trooper, often aquesing to walk the couple of metro stops to the next location ranther than taking the easy way out. In most cases, I believe, it was due to her knowing that I love to walk. She even climed the 200+ stairs to the top of the Panthion because she knew that I wanted to.
We had dinner together each night and talked about the city, the people and the art of Paris. It was nice to hear a fresh perspective. I found that I have started to become blind to the things around me. I find that I don't take as many pictures of flowers, as they are now everywhere. I walk quicker through the museums, as paintings and sculptures become just more art. I am not affected by the gold guilding on the gates and domes of the city. Having a friend to share the wonders of the city and to watch them discover the beauty of the parks, streets and buildings makes everything new again.
I travel home for a week in a few days and I know that I will see things there that have been overlooked by me for years. I will see them new again, and I will take the time to see the beauty. I encourage you all take the time to pause and see things as if they were new to you and marvel in their beauty.
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Travel Log 5-19-07
It has been a while since I put a travel log up. I wanted to catch you all up on what has been going on in Paris.
The sights, sounds and aromas of the city have changed over the last few weeks, and so have the people. You know from previous logs that the city was pretty grey and cold in an overall sense. The cloudy days prevented any of the sparkle of the city to shine through except on occasion. However it was too far between those moments to make a difference in the overall feel. But I am glad to tell you there is a difference now. It still rains frequently, but not all day, and the trees, grass and flowers have come to full life. The additional life adds a softness to the city that absorbs not only the grey, but takes the edge off of noises as well.
The views of the buildings, although more obscured than they were when the trees were bare, have a glowing contrast against the darker shades of green, the reds, yellows and blues of flowers and the Ever growing spectrum of colors being worn by the pedestrians. The contrast in colors also helps with moving peoples eyes off of the wintry downward fixed position. Now people have raised their heads, and I think they like what they see. I notice more conversations as people move through the streets. They open laugh, in what seams like an instant they have gone from totally independent recluses to community of people.
The air is much more diverse with the aromas. Not all of them good, but I will say that there are more reasons to breath in on a clear day than there used to be. The laws of physics take hold of the air molecules. As the temperature rises, atoms become more active, and thus the air begins to convect, moving up and out, mixing with other air of different temperatures, you can never tell which direction it will take next.
Today, I walked through the Natural History Gardens and smelled the pines, and roses mixed with the moist smell of fresh turned soil. Then to the Menagerie, a small zoo that is part of the museum complex. There I sat and watch a very interesting display. Orangutans in an exterior glass enclosure. I watched as the apes and people interacted with only a thin sheet of glass separating them. I noticed children discovering just how much we are like each other, and how amazingly agile the moved through their enclosure. I saw the parents watching the children, and then gazing themselves at the animals. I saw a sadness in the adults eyes masked by the smile on their face as they watch the children. I think the glint of sadness was for the Orangutans, being captive. The female, lay listlessly near one corner, at eye level and up against the glass where children could come close by and tap on the glass to gain her attention. The male, moved slowly across a ledge at the back of the enclosure, methodically removing any straw that he found clinging to the ropes, bare tree trunks and rock work that made up his kingdom. Maybe the parents saw themselves through the glass. Always on display, trapped in a world where your span of control is very limited. The female, not satisfied with what her life delivered, resigned to listless days. The male, always having to do something, trying to maintain what little control he has over his kingdom.
I was somewhat surprised at the parents who not only let the children ignore the rail barriers around the primary enclosure, but either ignored it themselves or instructed the children to ignore it to get a better picture. At one enclosure there was a very large Ass (yes like a donkey, not an idiot), the father took the two small children, both under 4, and stepped over the low rail barrier and to my delight, turned his back on the Ass who quickly but quietly walked right up behind the guy and let out a series of brays that would peel bark off of a tree. I really did try not to laugh, but everyone else was, so what the heck. The man jumped as if a hot stick was stuck where the sun don't shine, and began running in mid air like a cartoon character. The children, both screamed at the same time and ran for mom who was as white as a ghost and was so scared she couldn't even get the picture. Lesson learned, I hope.
I then went to Isle St. Louis and walked the Rue St. Louis en l'ille. A narrow street with lots of shops, restaurants and galleries. The street was full of pedestrians, eating ice creams and taking pictures of each other in front of shop windows full of pastries or cheeses.
I then went to Cite', the island that was the first settlement of Paris and houses Notre Dame. Coming from Isle St. Louis, I approached Notre Dame from the rear, where there is a small garden park. On a raised bandstand, nested under large Sycamore trees, a brass band made up of a dozen or so tweens (Between kids and teenagers) all dressed in royal blue band coats and complete with matching hats was just setting up. I sat and listened to them play and noted the stark contrast of lively swing style music against the ancient facade of Notre Dame. The setting (except Notre Dame as the backdrop) took me back to New England towns that had bandstands and where on warm summer evenings the town would turn out to hear a brass band play the favorites. Again the colors contrasting made quite a nice feel, and the leaves of the trees helped to soften the harsh sound of trumpets and french horns. Around to the front and much to my amazement there was a very large white tent set up in front of the cathedral with several otherones flanking the walkway leading up to the entrance. I was in luck, a bread bakers competition. The large tent had several sections of kitchens set up each making different types of breads, including, Pane Chocolate, or Chocolate Croissants, (banned years ago in France due to a National Health Crisis). OK, it had been a while since breakfast and I had no lunch, and they were giving free samples. I was lucky enough to get a sample of something I have been hunting for a long time. Pretzel bread with salt on top. OMG, you could have sent me straight to heaven and I wouldn't have known the difference. What a way to end the afternoon, enjoying the sights, sounds, aromas and now the taste of France. Long live the bread!
The sights, sounds and aromas of the city have changed over the last few weeks, and so have the people. You know from previous logs that the city was pretty grey and cold in an overall sense. The cloudy days prevented any of the sparkle of the city to shine through except on occasion. However it was too far between those moments to make a difference in the overall feel. But I am glad to tell you there is a difference now. It still rains frequently, but not all day, and the trees, grass and flowers have come to full life. The additional life adds a softness to the city that absorbs not only the grey, but takes the edge off of noises as well.
The views of the buildings, although more obscured than they were when the trees were bare, have a glowing contrast against the darker shades of green, the reds, yellows and blues of flowers and the Ever growing spectrum of colors being worn by the pedestrians. The contrast in colors also helps with moving peoples eyes off of the wintry downward fixed position. Now people have raised their heads, and I think they like what they see. I notice more conversations as people move through the streets. They open laugh, in what seams like an instant they have gone from totally independent recluses to community of people.
The air is much more diverse with the aromas. Not all of them good, but I will say that there are more reasons to breath in on a clear day than there used to be. The laws of physics take hold of the air molecules. As the temperature rises, atoms become more active, and thus the air begins to convect, moving up and out, mixing with other air of different temperatures, you can never tell which direction it will take next.
Today, I walked through the Natural History Gardens and smelled the pines, and roses mixed with the moist smell of fresh turned soil. Then to the Menagerie, a small zoo that is part of the museum complex. There I sat and watch a very interesting display. Orangutans in an exterior glass enclosure. I watched as the apes and people interacted with only a thin sheet of glass separating them. I noticed children discovering just how much we are like each other, and how amazingly agile the moved through their enclosure. I saw the parents watching the children, and then gazing themselves at the animals. I saw a sadness in the adults eyes masked by the smile on their face as they watch the children. I think the glint of sadness was for the Orangutans, being captive. The female, lay listlessly near one corner, at eye level and up against the glass where children could come close by and tap on the glass to gain her attention. The male, moved slowly across a ledge at the back of the enclosure, methodically removing any straw that he found clinging to the ropes, bare tree trunks and rock work that made up his kingdom. Maybe the parents saw themselves through the glass. Always on display, trapped in a world where your span of control is very limited. The female, not satisfied with what her life delivered, resigned to listless days. The male, always having to do something, trying to maintain what little control he has over his kingdom.
I was somewhat surprised at the parents who not only let the children ignore the rail barriers around the primary enclosure, but either ignored it themselves or instructed the children to ignore it to get a better picture. At one enclosure there was a very large Ass (yes like a donkey, not an idiot), the father took the two small children, both under 4, and stepped over the low rail barrier and to my delight, turned his back on the Ass who quickly but quietly walked right up behind the guy and let out a series of brays that would peel bark off of a tree. I really did try not to laugh, but everyone else was, so what the heck. The man jumped as if a hot stick was stuck where the sun don't shine, and began running in mid air like a cartoon character. The children, both screamed at the same time and ran for mom who was as white as a ghost and was so scared she couldn't even get the picture. Lesson learned, I hope.
I then went to Isle St. Louis and walked the Rue St. Louis en l'ille. A narrow street with lots of shops, restaurants and galleries. The street was full of pedestrians, eating ice creams and taking pictures of each other in front of shop windows full of pastries or cheeses.
I then went to Cite', the island that was the first settlement of Paris and houses Notre Dame. Coming from Isle St. Louis, I approached Notre Dame from the rear, where there is a small garden park. On a raised bandstand, nested under large Sycamore trees, a brass band made up of a dozen or so tweens (Between kids and teenagers) all dressed in royal blue band coats and complete with matching hats was just setting up. I sat and listened to them play and noted the stark contrast of lively swing style music against the ancient facade of Notre Dame. The setting (except Notre Dame as the backdrop) took me back to New England towns that had bandstands and where on warm summer evenings the town would turn out to hear a brass band play the favorites. Again the colors contrasting made quite a nice feel, and the leaves of the trees helped to soften the harsh sound of trumpets and french horns. Around to the front and much to my amazement there was a very large white tent set up in front of the cathedral with several otherones flanking the walkway leading up to the entrance. I was in luck, a bread bakers competition. The large tent had several sections of kitchens set up each making different types of breads, including, Pane Chocolate, or Chocolate Croissants, (banned years ago in France due to a National Health Crisis). OK, it had been a while since breakfast and I had no lunch, and they were giving free samples. I was lucky enough to get a sample of something I have been hunting for a long time. Pretzel bread with salt on top. OMG, you could have sent me straight to heaven and I wouldn't have known the difference. What a way to end the afternoon, enjoying the sights, sounds, aromas and now the taste of France. Long live the bread!
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Hello all,
Time for a quick Family update.
Betty has returned home after an all too short a visit to France. She was here for 20 days and each one made me realize how much I miss her. We all know that people take each other for granted, but having Betty around I realize just how much I enjoy being around her. I won't go into all of her good qualities, no one has that much time. I will tell you that her laughter lights up my life. She is truly the only one who fully gets me. There is no need to be anyone other than who I am around her.
While she was here we traveled some, ate a lot, explored new drinks, cheeses, and met some people who we will always remember and talk about with great fondness. I know that she enjoyed herself, because just a few days after her return she told me she took a blanket a bottle of wine and walked across the street to have a quiet rest near the pond and watch the ducks. Quite French for sure. As time is passing she has also started talking more about the things she misses, like goat cheese salads, and crusty bread with soft cores.
Chris is doing well, still in Ft.Polk La. but has informed us that he will be going to West Point on assignment. He doesn't know for how long, or for exactly what, but he volunteered for it. If nothing else, he will be getting a rest from the southern heat of summer and the monotony of life on a base in the middle of nowhere. He has mentioned that his ear has been bothering him, not really hurting as he put it, just bothering him. I am not really sure what that means, but I figure if it was bothering him enough, he would do something about it, so for now I will shrug it off. I am hoping he will get a leave after the mystery assignment and be able to come home for a visit. If not, Betty and I will figure out where he is and go and camp outside the base until his guard duty (oops, I spelled "duty") takes him on patrol past our spot.
Nick has been a great help around the house while I have been away, even taking care of the animals during Betty's visit. He didn't even loose one of them the entire time, or if he did, he found them in time and isn't telling anyone. He has been working on the yard, and getting contractors in to do repairs when necessary. Betty let the last yard man go, and hired a new one, who suggested that the yard needed more color, so Betty and he are working on livening up the color scheme. He is still working as a life guard and had to save another person, well, he isn't sure that the guy really needed to be saved, but Nick felt he had waited long enough for the guy to surface and then jumped in. Better safe than sorry for sure.
Me, well let's see. Still in France at least until May 31, then back home for a week. The immigration laws say that I can only be in France for 90 days without a visa (by the way, most places here don't take American Express ;)). So I booked my flight and ironically got notified that my visa is ready to be processed two days afterwards. The ironic part is that I have to go to Miami to get it, so either way, it's back to the states. My stay here will end July 14 when they kick me out of my apartment, again ironically, it is Bastille day, and my flight home isn't until the 15Th. I have already said that I wasn't going to miss the fireworks going off of the Eiffel Tower, but now it sounds like I may have to sleep under it.
That's it for now, I hope all is well in your neck of the woods, and with the ones who are dearest to you.
Stay well.
Robert
Time for a quick Family update.
Betty has returned home after an all too short a visit to France. She was here for 20 days and each one made me realize how much I miss her. We all know that people take each other for granted, but having Betty around I realize just how much I enjoy being around her. I won't go into all of her good qualities, no one has that much time. I will tell you that her laughter lights up my life. She is truly the only one who fully gets me. There is no need to be anyone other than who I am around her.
While she was here we traveled some, ate a lot, explored new drinks, cheeses, and met some people who we will always remember and talk about with great fondness. I know that she enjoyed herself, because just a few days after her return she told me she took a blanket a bottle of wine and walked across the street to have a quiet rest near the pond and watch the ducks. Quite French for sure. As time is passing she has also started talking more about the things she misses, like goat cheese salads, and crusty bread with soft cores.
Chris is doing well, still in Ft.Polk La. but has informed us that he will be going to West Point on assignment. He doesn't know for how long, or for exactly what, but he volunteered for it. If nothing else, he will be getting a rest from the southern heat of summer and the monotony of life on a base in the middle of nowhere. He has mentioned that his ear has been bothering him, not really hurting as he put it, just bothering him. I am not really sure what that means, but I figure if it was bothering him enough, he would do something about it, so for now I will shrug it off. I am hoping he will get a leave after the mystery assignment and be able to come home for a visit. If not, Betty and I will figure out where he is and go and camp outside the base until his guard duty (oops, I spelled "duty") takes him on patrol past our spot.
Nick has been a great help around the house while I have been away, even taking care of the animals during Betty's visit. He didn't even loose one of them the entire time, or if he did, he found them in time and isn't telling anyone. He has been working on the yard, and getting contractors in to do repairs when necessary. Betty let the last yard man go, and hired a new one, who suggested that the yard needed more color, so Betty and he are working on livening up the color scheme. He is still working as a life guard and had to save another person, well, he isn't sure that the guy really needed to be saved, but Nick felt he had waited long enough for the guy to surface and then jumped in. Better safe than sorry for sure.
Me, well let's see. Still in France at least until May 31, then back home for a week. The immigration laws say that I can only be in France for 90 days without a visa (by the way, most places here don't take American Express ;)). So I booked my flight and ironically got notified that my visa is ready to be processed two days afterwards. The ironic part is that I have to go to Miami to get it, so either way, it's back to the states. My stay here will end July 14 when they kick me out of my apartment, again ironically, it is Bastille day, and my flight home isn't until the 15Th. I have already said that I wasn't going to miss the fireworks going off of the Eiffel Tower, but now it sounds like I may have to sleep under it.
That's it for now, I hope all is well in your neck of the woods, and with the ones who are dearest to you.
Stay well.
Robert
Sunday, May 6, 2007
Betty's visit to France
Friends,
Rather than try and tell you how great it was to have Betty here for a couple of weeks, and share all the stories of our visit, I thought we would just share some of the pictures. Click on the bottom link under pictures and then click on the picture of Betty and enjoy.
Robert
Rather than try and tell you how great it was to have Betty here for a couple of weeks, and share all the stories of our visit, I thought we would just share some of the pictures. Click on the bottom link under pictures and then click on the picture of Betty and enjoy.
Robert
On the Brighter Side
Peaceful Greetings Everyone,
Recent travels have spurred on some conversations between Betty and I about the character of man. As we traveled the country side of France recently, we of course encountered many people from various backgrounds. We interacted with people from the cities, the countryside, from very small villages, and everything in between. We found ourselves looking beyond our surroundings and the actions of the moment. We began to subconsciously note how we felt relating directly from how we were being treated, and from the observations of how others acted and reacted to various forces.
Our talks touched on the people that went way out of their way to help us, but we sometimes found ourselves lingering on circumstances that were less enjoyable and recounting how they made us feel and how we thought people should act and feel in particular instances.
On the Brighter Side
As these conversations continued we found ourselves being more in tune with how we act and sometimes react to certain situations. We became aware that each of us, when we encountered an individual that didn't meet our expectations, we first examined what it was that disappointed us, thought about how they should have acted. Then we reflected on how we have acted in the past to similar situations and how we should act when the situation is presented to us again.
Somewhere in the countryside of France, Betty and I realized that we needed to examine ourselves instead of dwelling on others behavior that in most cases we had no influence over. I found this quote that sums up exactly what we discovered.
When we see men of a contrary character, we should turn inwards and examine ourselves.
Confucius (551 BC - 479 BC)
The obvious question that comes to mind when I read this quote is, "Contrary to what?". If this was recorded over 2500 years ago, how could it still be relative? The answer is simple. Human beings are prone to always look outward at the forces that shape circumstances and seldom look inward to ask, "Am I part of the problem? Do I display the virtues I desire in others?" If everyone did that, every time they were disappointed and reshaped their behaviors and those of the ones they have influence over, the glow of human kindness would outshine the sun.
I have hope that in some Nirvana in the future all people will follow the golden rule. You remember, "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you". I have hope that starting now, from the moment you read this, each time you are disappointed with someone, that you turn inward, reflect on what you do, commit to model the behavior you want portrayed by others, give freely, and always..........Look on the bright side of life.
To a great future,
Robert
Recent travels have spurred on some conversations between Betty and I about the character of man. As we traveled the country side of France recently, we of course encountered many people from various backgrounds. We interacted with people from the cities, the countryside, from very small villages, and everything in between. We found ourselves looking beyond our surroundings and the actions of the moment. We began to subconsciously note how we felt relating directly from how we were being treated, and from the observations of how others acted and reacted to various forces.
Our talks touched on the people that went way out of their way to help us, but we sometimes found ourselves lingering on circumstances that were less enjoyable and recounting how they made us feel and how we thought people should act and feel in particular instances.
On the Brighter Side
As these conversations continued we found ourselves being more in tune with how we act and sometimes react to certain situations. We became aware that each of us, when we encountered an individual that didn't meet our expectations, we first examined what it was that disappointed us, thought about how they should have acted. Then we reflected on how we have acted in the past to similar situations and how we should act when the situation is presented to us again.
Somewhere in the countryside of France, Betty and I realized that we needed to examine ourselves instead of dwelling on others behavior that in most cases we had no influence over. I found this quote that sums up exactly what we discovered.
When we see men of a contrary character, we should turn inwards and examine ourselves.
Confucius (551 BC - 479 BC)
The obvious question that comes to mind when I read this quote is, "Contrary to what?". If this was recorded over 2500 years ago, how could it still be relative? The answer is simple. Human beings are prone to always look outward at the forces that shape circumstances and seldom look inward to ask, "Am I part of the problem? Do I display the virtues I desire in others?" If everyone did that, every time they were disappointed and reshaped their behaviors and those of the ones they have influence over, the glow of human kindness would outshine the sun.
I have hope that in some Nirvana in the future all people will follow the golden rule. You remember, "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you". I have hope that starting now, from the moment you read this, each time you are disappointed with someone, that you turn inward, reflect on what you do, commit to model the behavior you want portrayed by others, give freely, and always..........Look on the bright side of life.
To a great future,
Robert
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Hi Everyone,
It is not only spring time in Paris, but this week marks, Betty time as well. My lovely wife of almost 27 years, (June 29) arrived last Thursday and we have taken to the road. There will be lots of wonderful memories, great stories, and some pictures that will make you wish you were there to experience the beauty of France. However, a quick disclaimer, we will not be posting pictures until after she departs France. Time with her is too valuable.
The days have lengthened, granting my wishes to extend the light, in order to make the days seam longer. It is nearing 9 PM, and it is still light enough for the birds to be trying to gather the last few morsels of food before having to roost for the night. Betty and I are in a little B&B outside of Tours, in the Loire Valley, taking it easy and watching fish break the surface of the little pond of dark water that reflects the willows. The wine is from a little town called Vouvrey, and is sweet and cool, but not as cool as the breeze, or as sweet as the lilacs blooming nearby, but still puts us in a mellow mood of delight. Betty spent time sitting on an upturned row boat, whistling to the birds and trying to coax the frogs to sing their song of love, while I gaze at her and the pond and think of how great life is. I love wine.
Time for dinner, Talk to you all soon.
It is not only spring time in Paris, but this week marks, Betty time as well. My lovely wife of almost 27 years, (June 29) arrived last Thursday and we have taken to the road. There will be lots of wonderful memories, great stories, and some pictures that will make you wish you were there to experience the beauty of France. However, a quick disclaimer, we will not be posting pictures until after she departs France. Time with her is too valuable.
The days have lengthened, granting my wishes to extend the light, in order to make the days seam longer. It is nearing 9 PM, and it is still light enough for the birds to be trying to gather the last few morsels of food before having to roost for the night. Betty and I are in a little B&B outside of Tours, in the Loire Valley, taking it easy and watching fish break the surface of the little pond of dark water that reflects the willows. The wine is from a little town called Vouvrey, and is sweet and cool, but not as cool as the breeze, or as sweet as the lilacs blooming nearby, but still puts us in a mellow mood of delight. Betty spent time sitting on an upturned row boat, whistling to the birds and trying to coax the frogs to sing their song of love, while I gaze at her and the pond and think of how great life is. I love wine.
Time for dinner, Talk to you all soon.
Wednesday, April 4, 2007
Well, another first of the month. Here in Paris that means free museum day. This month, I decided to make up for lost time and mapped out 5 different museums that I could check out for free. Up early and out the door before 0900. The streets were empty and the metro was all but abandoned. I took the correct connector rail and in the right direction and got off within a few blocks of The Musee de Moyan Age. The museum wasn’t that great, but the grounds and the basement house the roman baths and that alone was worth the walk.
Then a short stroll across the seine and onto one of the islands, to visit the Conciergerie, that once housed the jail that kept prisoners prior to their execution, including Marie Antoinette. I must say I was a bit disappointed, and would probably skip it next time. Third on the list was Musee Picasso. Yes, I had a list and it was numbered. Pretty impressive, housed in an old hotel, it matches the artist work perfectly with confusing levels, nooks, crannies and several doorways that bring you back to where you started. The art work was displayed nicely and the selection was diverse.
I was getting a little tired by then and headed towards the metro station thinking that I would stop at the next café and have lunch. Well I ran across the Center Pompidou, the home of the Musee National D’Art Modern, and I couldn’t resist adding a sixth one to the list. So I went in and up the multiple layers to the entrance of the Museum and lost myself for the next hour and a half in all sorts of displays and artwork.
Not being able to ignore my hunger any longer, I left the museum and found a nice little sidewalk café to sit, rest my legs, and enjoy lunch and the view of people passing. I imagined that everyone of them envied me, sitting in the warm sun sipping my wine, enjoying the luxury of time. Little did they know that I was on a race with the closing time of two more museums.
Off I went in search of Musee Gustave Moreau. Tucked away on a twist of streets and halfway up a cobble stoned street was an unassuming façade that didn’t hold much promise, but for that it was all the more intriguing. The lobby was small and quickly led to a staircase, too narrow for a museum. Circling around to the second floor then to the third, I was first caught by the size of the room, then the size of some of the paintings, then captured by the circular staircase that dominated one end of the room and led up to the fourth and final floor. The paintings were oils. Some had religious themes and some were of mythology. An interesting mix of faith from two very different ages. This is one that anyone coming to France should see.
It was getting late and time for museum visits was winding down. One last stop on the outskirts of Paris on the edge of the Park between the Arch de Truimphe and the Arch La Defense. “The Musee des Arts et Traditions Popular has definitely closed since September” The sign on the door read. I interpreted it to mean indefinitely closed since September, after walking through the open door and wandering around what was once the grand entrance. I turned and walked home, exhausted, but meeting my goal. A great day in Paris.
Then a short stroll across the seine and onto one of the islands, to visit the Conciergerie, that once housed the jail that kept prisoners prior to their execution, including Marie Antoinette. I must say I was a bit disappointed, and would probably skip it next time. Third on the list was Musee Picasso. Yes, I had a list and it was numbered. Pretty impressive, housed in an old hotel, it matches the artist work perfectly with confusing levels, nooks, crannies and several doorways that bring you back to where you started. The art work was displayed nicely and the selection was diverse.
I was getting a little tired by then and headed towards the metro station thinking that I would stop at the next café and have lunch. Well I ran across the Center Pompidou, the home of the Musee National D’Art Modern, and I couldn’t resist adding a sixth one to the list. So I went in and up the multiple layers to the entrance of the Museum and lost myself for the next hour and a half in all sorts of displays and artwork.
Not being able to ignore my hunger any longer, I left the museum and found a nice little sidewalk café to sit, rest my legs, and enjoy lunch and the view of people passing. I imagined that everyone of them envied me, sitting in the warm sun sipping my wine, enjoying the luxury of time. Little did they know that I was on a race with the closing time of two more museums.
Off I went in search of Musee Gustave Moreau. Tucked away on a twist of streets and halfway up a cobble stoned street was an unassuming façade that didn’t hold much promise, but for that it was all the more intriguing. The lobby was small and quickly led to a staircase, too narrow for a museum. Circling around to the second floor then to the third, I was first caught by the size of the room, then the size of some of the paintings, then captured by the circular staircase that dominated one end of the room and led up to the fourth and final floor. The paintings were oils. Some had religious themes and some were of mythology. An interesting mix of faith from two very different ages. This is one that anyone coming to France should see.
It was getting late and time for museum visits was winding down. One last stop on the outskirts of Paris on the edge of the Park between the Arch de Truimphe and the Arch La Defense. “The Musee des Arts et Traditions Popular has definitely closed since September” The sign on the door read. I interpreted it to mean indefinitely closed since September, after walking through the open door and wandering around what was once the grand entrance. I turned and walked home, exhausted, but meeting my goal. A great day in Paris.
Sunday, April 1, 2007
Last weekend was all about sights, sounds and even smells. I traveled to Versailles and on my way walked through a street market. If you have never seen one, it is really a community event. They typical stretch for a couple of blocks and the vendors have everything from clothing to fresh cut flowers to fresh fish. I have uploaded some pictures so that you can see the sights of the market.
Unfortunately I can't share the sounds, but it is an orchestra of voices from people calling out their specials, and customers asking questions, talking to each other, and placing their orders. There are some vendors with music playing, others have motorized grinders to produce fresh ground beef. A few of the fish tables have tanks with fish being kept alive with air being pumped through the water, creating an irregular blobbing sound mixed with the constant hum of the pump. All of this is underscored with the intermittent sound of traffic in the background.
The smells of the market are from a wide range, fresh flowers, some cut and ready for the vase, others still in the pot and beginning to bud. Sweet perfumes lifting into the air, and earthy warm aromas from the potted plants. Walk a couple of yards and there are roasted chickens filling the air with a spicy mouth watering aroma, even if you have just eaten, you can't help choke back the urge to taste them. A little further down the row is the bakery table. I am not sure how, but they make is smell as if they are baking bread right there on the spot. The most amazing aroma in the whole market is the chocolate. There are always several tables selling chocolates, fudge and candies, but the chocolate crescants are what get you. They take great joy in making everyone who passes by, stop dead in their tracks and inhale deeply through their nose. I would suggest taking in as much of the pleasant aromas befoer passing one of the fish tables. Here the distinct smell of the sea is painted over with the stronger odor of fish, squid, and other Fruits de mer, as it is called here.
After the market I took the train to see the Chateau DE Versailles, the summer palace of Louis XIV and Marie Antoinette. I walked through the gardens and lost myself in anther time. There is an English garden there with a farm like feel, including a lot of animals that you would expect to find on a working farm. Plenty of sights, sounds and smells there as well. I spent all afternoon just walking the gardens, enjoying the warmth of the sun and the sights of spring taking over where winter had been. Green grass, budding trees, and flowers just now pushing their way out of the dirt and as soon as they are free, they create a flower, as if they just couldn't risk getting taller. The Chateau and gardens match each other in size and grandure. It is really something that has to be seen to be appreciated. No matter what you read, or what pictures you see, there is no way to be prepared. It is truly overwhelming. An amazing show of wealth and privilege.
I have posted some pictures of this as well, but, it is on the scale of the Grand Canyon, until you walk up to the edge and look in, nothing prepares you. Enjoy.
Unfortunately I can't share the sounds, but it is an orchestra of voices from people calling out their specials, and customers asking questions, talking to each other, and placing their orders. There are some vendors with music playing, others have motorized grinders to produce fresh ground beef. A few of the fish tables have tanks with fish being kept alive with air being pumped through the water, creating an irregular blobbing sound mixed with the constant hum of the pump. All of this is underscored with the intermittent sound of traffic in the background.
The smells of the market are from a wide range, fresh flowers, some cut and ready for the vase, others still in the pot and beginning to bud. Sweet perfumes lifting into the air, and earthy warm aromas from the potted plants. Walk a couple of yards and there are roasted chickens filling the air with a spicy mouth watering aroma, even if you have just eaten, you can't help choke back the urge to taste them. A little further down the row is the bakery table. I am not sure how, but they make is smell as if they are baking bread right there on the spot. The most amazing aroma in the whole market is the chocolate. There are always several tables selling chocolates, fudge and candies, but the chocolate crescants are what get you. They take great joy in making everyone who passes by, stop dead in their tracks and inhale deeply through their nose. I would suggest taking in as much of the pleasant aromas befoer passing one of the fish tables. Here the distinct smell of the sea is painted over with the stronger odor of fish, squid, and other Fruits de mer, as it is called here.
After the market I took the train to see the Chateau DE Versailles, the summer palace of Louis XIV and Marie Antoinette. I walked through the gardens and lost myself in anther time. There is an English garden there with a farm like feel, including a lot of animals that you would expect to find on a working farm. Plenty of sights, sounds and smells there as well. I spent all afternoon just walking the gardens, enjoying the warmth of the sun and the sights of spring taking over where winter had been. Green grass, budding trees, and flowers just now pushing their way out of the dirt and as soon as they are free, they create a flower, as if they just couldn't risk getting taller. The Chateau and gardens match each other in size and grandure. It is really something that has to be seen to be appreciated. No matter what you read, or what pictures you see, there is no way to be prepared. It is truly overwhelming. An amazing show of wealth and privilege.
I have posted some pictures of this as well, but, it is on the scale of the Grand Canyon, until you walk up to the edge and look in, nothing prepares you. Enjoy.
Sunday, March 18, 2007
On the Brighter Side 3-18-07
Bonjour Tout le Monde,
Or Hello Everyone, I have to practice my French whenever I can. At Disneyland Paris, everyone always wants to practice their English, so I only get real practice when I am out on the streets of Paris.
I was updating my blog and saw some notes from some of you and I wanted to say thank you for the encouragement. I am using this site to share what I wish I could share with everyone I know in person.
I have felt the sadness of seeing wonderful things, turning and having no one to share them with. Being home for a short stay last week it really sunk in about how important keeping in touch with everyone really is. I talk to Betty almost every day, and I mean really talk. I think when I complete this project, I will call her, even if it is from the other room to share my day and hear about hers. It is tough to be away from home, but in a way, I am even closer. I never found the time to communicate the way I have here, it is my line to sanity in a very odd place.
They told me there would be hills and valleys of emotion living away from everything I am accustomed to, but I had no idea how steep the fall or how hard the climb back up would be.
On The Brighter Side
Every valley has a bottom, and every hill you mount has a better view than the last one. Nature has a way of dealing with deficiencies. The blind are more in tune with their other senses than most of us. You can see them almost sense objects as they approach them. The deaf sharpen their abilities to read lips and pick up on visual clues that others overlook. Wheelchair bound individuals develop great strength in their upper bodies and in their spirit to be independent.
The reduction in verbal connectivity that I have experienced has strengthened me in ways that I would never have worked on at home.
I found this quote on a web page that speaks of exactly what I am experiencing, and it is comforting to realize my creativity is being developed; it helps me cope with the valleys.
“The most gifted members of the human species are at their creative best when they cannot have their way, and must compensate for what they miss by realizing and cultivating their capacities and talents.”
Eric Hoffer (1902 - 1983)
I will continue this roller coaster ride and scream all the way down, laugh all the way back up. That is as long as I know there are people out there that I can share the ride with. I have learned not only to cultivate my capacities but also to enjoy the deprivation as an opportunity to develop other capacities. True sadness will be when I no longer realize that everything presents an opportunity, when there is no one to share things with, and when I cease to… always look on the bright side of life.
Bon voyage par la vie, Good journey through life,
Robert
Or Hello Everyone, I have to practice my French whenever I can. At Disneyland Paris, everyone always wants to practice their English, so I only get real practice when I am out on the streets of Paris.
I was updating my blog and saw some notes from some of you and I wanted to say thank you for the encouragement. I am using this site to share what I wish I could share with everyone I know in person.
I have felt the sadness of seeing wonderful things, turning and having no one to share them with. Being home for a short stay last week it really sunk in about how important keeping in touch with everyone really is. I talk to Betty almost every day, and I mean really talk. I think when I complete this project, I will call her, even if it is from the other room to share my day and hear about hers. It is tough to be away from home, but in a way, I am even closer. I never found the time to communicate the way I have here, it is my line to sanity in a very odd place.
They told me there would be hills and valleys of emotion living away from everything I am accustomed to, but I had no idea how steep the fall or how hard the climb back up would be.
On The Brighter Side
Every valley has a bottom, and every hill you mount has a better view than the last one. Nature has a way of dealing with deficiencies. The blind are more in tune with their other senses than most of us. You can see them almost sense objects as they approach them. The deaf sharpen their abilities to read lips and pick up on visual clues that others overlook. Wheelchair bound individuals develop great strength in their upper bodies and in their spirit to be independent.
The reduction in verbal connectivity that I have experienced has strengthened me in ways that I would never have worked on at home.
I found this quote on a web page that speaks of exactly what I am experiencing, and it is comforting to realize my creativity is being developed; it helps me cope with the valleys.
“The most gifted members of the human species are at their creative best when they cannot have their way, and must compensate for what they miss by realizing and cultivating their capacities and talents.”
Eric Hoffer (1902 - 1983)
I will continue this roller coaster ride and scream all the way down, laugh all the way back up. That is as long as I know there are people out there that I can share the ride with. I have learned not only to cultivate my capacities but also to enjoy the deprivation as an opportunity to develop other capacities. True sadness will be when I no longer realize that everything presents an opportunity, when there is no one to share things with, and when I cease to… always look on the bright side of life.
Bon voyage par la vie, Good journey through life,
Robert
Quiet Weekend
This weekend was a quiet one. I did take my usual walks. On Saturday I went to Chinatown here in Paris. now that was a bit strange. Hearing Chinese and French while I had lunch really made me stop and think of the different cultures that I get to see. I never really thought about it before, but when my fortune cookie came at the end of the meal, I wondered, why would anyone expect Chinese fortune cookies to be printed in their language and not just in Chinese? Anyhow this one was in french and read, "on ne vide pas l'oce'an avec un coquillage." . I at first thought that it said, "On a full ocean, there is an empty shell", however, after consulting my dictionary I find that it was a bit wiser than that. It actually states, " one does not empty an ocean with a shellfish". Indeed, something to think about.
On Sunday, I stayed around the apartment so that I could talk to my lovely wife, before she went to work. Unfortunately, I miscalculated and woke her up just before 7 AM. She was nice about it due to the fact that I hadn't been able to talk to her for the last few days, you see she has been selling off all my valuables (and hoping I won't notice when I get home) to donate the money to the Animal Shelter. I am just kidding about her selling off my valuables, I really don't have any. However, every fall and spring for the last couple of years, our good friends Laura and Chris Sampson and Betty join in to do a yard sale for the shelter. I heard that this year was a bit slow, so maybe they will do another one soon. Betty also told me that she will be feeding the homeless toward the end of the week, I hope they can hold out, although, I reminded her that she should feed the hungry and build a shelter for the homeless, she thought they might be hungry too. All kidding aside, I am very proud that she takes time to help the community, it makes her feel good and makes our home a better place to live.
After our phone call I went on another walk. This time to the Expo Center to see the Travel Show. Again, my poor language skills brought me into a new adventure. This time, I thought that it was a vacation show for France, and in fact it was a vacation show for people of France. There were booths there from all over the world, including Vietnam, Korea, Cuba, and Russia. I can actually fly to Moscow from Paris for only about $100 U.S., not that I will, but it is cool knowing that I could. So the big discovery this time is as I spotted a booth with travel books from anywhere in the world, that they were all in French (no Duh!). I did have a good time trying to read the ones from the US. There were some artisans and dancers from different countries and I have posted the pictures for you to see.
Back to work tomorrow, the project is coming along, we collected 72 items and we are now narrowing it down to our top 10 or so, and will be putting the presentation together this week.
Have a great week, try not to assume anything, there may be an full ocean out there with an empty shell, you never know!
On Sunday, I stayed around the apartment so that I could talk to my lovely wife, before she went to work. Unfortunately, I miscalculated and woke her up just before 7 AM. She was nice about it due to the fact that I hadn't been able to talk to her for the last few days, you see she has been selling off all my valuables (and hoping I won't notice when I get home) to donate the money to the Animal Shelter. I am just kidding about her selling off my valuables, I really don't have any. However, every fall and spring for the last couple of years, our good friends Laura and Chris Sampson and Betty join in to do a yard sale for the shelter. I heard that this year was a bit slow, so maybe they will do another one soon. Betty also told me that she will be feeding the homeless toward the end of the week, I hope they can hold out, although, I reminded her that she should feed the hungry and build a shelter for the homeless, she thought they might be hungry too. All kidding aside, I am very proud that she takes time to help the community, it makes her feel good and makes our home a better place to live.
After our phone call I went on another walk. This time to the Expo Center to see the Travel Show. Again, my poor language skills brought me into a new adventure. This time, I thought that it was a vacation show for France, and in fact it was a vacation show for people of France. There were booths there from all over the world, including Vietnam, Korea, Cuba, and Russia. I can actually fly to Moscow from Paris for only about $100 U.S., not that I will, but it is cool knowing that I could. So the big discovery this time is as I spotted a booth with travel books from anywhere in the world, that they were all in French (no Duh!). I did have a good time trying to read the ones from the US. There were some artisans and dancers from different countries and I have posted the pictures for you to see.
Back to work tomorrow, the project is coming along, we collected 72 items and we are now narrowing it down to our top 10 or so, and will be putting the presentation together this week.
Have a great week, try not to assume anything, there may be an full ocean out there with an empty shell, you never know!
Sunday, March 11, 2007
Family Update
Hi All,
One of the reasons I started this blog was to make it easy for everyone to keep up with what is going on with the family. So often we intend to call people and let them know what has been going on and one thing leads to another and before you know it, you are strangers to your friends and family. So here is a quick update on the Belair's of Winter Garden.
Well of course I am in Paris on a Six month assignment doing some pretty cool work. Our project is to help find efficiencies that will help fund re-investment to the Disneyland Paris Resorts. So my partner here, and I had to take a quick trip to California and then Florida to collect information on how thing can be done better and faster. We are back in Paris now and will spend this week creating the list of suggested improvements to be reviewed by the Vice President(s). I am not scheduled to be back in the states until sometime in the middle of July. I will most likely take advantage of not having a permanent assignment and take a month or so off to recuperate and spend some time with the family. August brings lobster season, and Bobby Peterson and I will probably take the second week in August to go to the Keys and play in the water. Bobby has a wedding to go to and it is usually a little slower in the Keys that week, so that works out well.
Betty has been working a lot of hours. She started out part time, but they keep asking her to work. She is her own worste critic, she is never satisfied with her performance, job, but, I know that she is respected and does a great job. She has one Pharmacist that puts undue pressure on her for no apparent reason, but we all have people like that in our jobs, I think that is one reason they call it work. She has been doing a great job taking care of the house and all the critters. She now has 3 cats, Charlic, Miss Kitty and Muppet, 2 dogs, August and Duke and Suzie the Ferret and believe me, they keep her busy. However she still finds time to sew heart pillows for people that have had heart surgery. Her and a group of volunteers get together every month and churn out a bunch of pillows. The other volunteers like having Betty around (who doesn't) because she is always witty and in good spirits, plus she can sew like the wind.
Nick has recently changed jobs and is working as a life guard at a local resort and Betty told me that he recently saved a guy from drowning, even though the guy could have stood up, Nick had to jump in and get him calmed down. He is doing his part while I am gone, putting out the recycle plastic and paper and putting down the trash for pick up. A couple of months ago he got a different vehicle. He picked up a Nissan Pick Up truck and it is doing good for him. He has the Jeep for sale, but the transmission needs to be replaced, so no one is too interested.
Chris is doing just fine, he went through some training to work toward his Sargent's rank. As I understand it you have to have so many points to qualify, then there has to be an opening. The class he took was 4 weeks long, and they isolated him by moving them into separate barracks and taking away the Internet and travel privileges. All that they could do was to use the phone, and they were so tired from the training they didn't even do that too much. I understand that he finished in the top ranks of his class and received a 4 day leave as recognition, however he hasn't had time to use it yet. Just last week he went through the MP SWOT training and he said he did very well in that. This week he is doing training for doing the patrol duty on base. Who knows what they will have him do after that. Maybe he can take some time off in July when I get done here. I talked to him while I was home a couple of times and he said he still hasn't had a chance to get back to the specialist for his hearing. I guess that is a good sign, although I want him to get it documented before re-deployment time rolls around. Oh well, I have to remember that he is a grown man now and will fend for himself.
That's it for now, I will try and do this once every couple of months or so, or anytime a milestone comes up. Please let us know how your family is doing, you can leave a message to this post by clicking on the little envelop at the bottom right.
Take Care,
R
One of the reasons I started this blog was to make it easy for everyone to keep up with what is going on with the family. So often we intend to call people and let them know what has been going on and one thing leads to another and before you know it, you are strangers to your friends and family. So here is a quick update on the Belair's of Winter Garden.
Well of course I am in Paris on a Six month assignment doing some pretty cool work. Our project is to help find efficiencies that will help fund re-investment to the Disneyland Paris Resorts. So my partner here, and I had to take a quick trip to California and then Florida to collect information on how thing can be done better and faster. We are back in Paris now and will spend this week creating the list of suggested improvements to be reviewed by the Vice President(s). I am not scheduled to be back in the states until sometime in the middle of July. I will most likely take advantage of not having a permanent assignment and take a month or so off to recuperate and spend some time with the family. August brings lobster season, and Bobby Peterson and I will probably take the second week in August to go to the Keys and play in the water. Bobby has a wedding to go to and it is usually a little slower in the Keys that week, so that works out well.
Betty has been working a lot of hours. She started out part time, but they keep asking her to work. She is her own worste critic, she is never satisfied with her performance, job, but, I know that she is respected and does a great job. She has one Pharmacist that puts undue pressure on her for no apparent reason, but we all have people like that in our jobs, I think that is one reason they call it work. She has been doing a great job taking care of the house and all the critters. She now has 3 cats, Charlic, Miss Kitty and Muppet, 2 dogs, August and Duke and Suzie the Ferret and believe me, they keep her busy. However she still finds time to sew heart pillows for people that have had heart surgery. Her and a group of volunteers get together every month and churn out a bunch of pillows. The other volunteers like having Betty around (who doesn't) because she is always witty and in good spirits, plus she can sew like the wind.
Nick has recently changed jobs and is working as a life guard at a local resort and Betty told me that he recently saved a guy from drowning, even though the guy could have stood up, Nick had to jump in and get him calmed down. He is doing his part while I am gone, putting out the recycle plastic and paper and putting down the trash for pick up. A couple of months ago he got a different vehicle. He picked up a Nissan Pick Up truck and it is doing good for him. He has the Jeep for sale, but the transmission needs to be replaced, so no one is too interested.
Chris is doing just fine, he went through some training to work toward his Sargent's rank. As I understand it you have to have so many points to qualify, then there has to be an opening. The class he took was 4 weeks long, and they isolated him by moving them into separate barracks and taking away the Internet and travel privileges. All that they could do was to use the phone, and they were so tired from the training they didn't even do that too much. I understand that he finished in the top ranks of his class and received a 4 day leave as recognition, however he hasn't had time to use it yet. Just last week he went through the MP SWOT training and he said he did very well in that. This week he is doing training for doing the patrol duty on base. Who knows what they will have him do after that. Maybe he can take some time off in July when I get done here. I talked to him while I was home a couple of times and he said he still hasn't had a chance to get back to the specialist for his hearing. I guess that is a good sign, although I want him to get it documented before re-deployment time rolls around. Oh well, I have to remember that he is a grown man now and will fend for himself.
That's it for now, I will try and do this once every couple of months or so, or anytime a milestone comes up. Please let us know how your family is doing, you can leave a message to this post by clicking on the little envelop at the bottom right.
Take Care,
R
Quick Trip Accross the Pond
Well, it sure has been whirlwind for the last couple of weeks. My French Counterpart and I had to travel to California for a week, then home to Florida for a week to perform interviews of other peers trying to find best practices.
I will have to say it was a little weird leaving Paris that Friday morning. The company provided a private car and driver to take me to the airport so I had time to look out on the city as we weaved our way through the back streets toward the airport. I guess the drive took that route to avoid the freeway traffic, it was after all 0900, and all good Parisians know it is very fashionable to be just a bit late.
As I watch the buildings and parks, I couldn't help but wonder what it is about this place that has worked it's way into my blood. The city is pretty dirty, the people as a whole are what we Americans would call rude, or at least selfish. But there is something magical about Paris, and as I was leaving to go home, I couldn't help worry that I would miss the bursting of spring. Already a few of the trees in the park had flowers, and the weather had turned warmer than in the past few weeks. They say the springtime in Paris is "the" time to be here.
California was surprisingly cool, there was even snow in the mountains and the wind had blown the sky clear to give us a great view. We toured Hollywood, Beverly hills, we even went for a walk on Rodeo Dr., but didn't buy anything. We got into the Disney Main Headquarters at the Studio in Glendale and took a lot of pictures of us being tourists. We had a nice afternoon on San Amonica Pier and then drove to Malibu for a quick look and dinner overlooking the Pacific. Another moment that I spent wishing Betty was with me. The next day we drove to Venice Beach, and walked the famous waterfront with all the unique individuals that populate the area. It was windy so no bikini's or muscle bound body builders were out, but still a lot of people whom I think came west from New York. Then down to Anaheim to work on Monday.
Friday, I flew out to Florida, to spend the weekend with Betty, and had a good day at the Pet Fair, and a nice quiet lunch together before heading to the Bowl-a-Thon to meet the Downtown Team. I had my customary beer and cheered them on, but had other plans for dinner so we had to cut it short.
Betty and I drove up to Dave and Jo's house for dinner, and to critique their new kitchen. Betty was impressed, but I was blown away with what they had done. Betty had never seen it prior to the work getting done, and because I had the transformation was stunning. (see pictures on the link) I did get to see the rest of the Downtown Team at The Ale house one evening, and of course Chinese for lunch. It was really great seeing you all and knowing that we are still connected. The rest of the week flew by and before I knew what hit me, I was back on a plane, missing Betty again.
After a quick nap this morning, I emptied my suite case and put everything back in it's place, then headed out to walk in the bright sunshine and re-acquaint myself with the city. I was pleased that most of the trees had not started to sprout leaves or flowers yet, and those that had are holding their blossoms well. I took a couple of pictures of some of them and some flower beds that are being planted by others that are eager for spring. I was even more pleased to know that the best of the spring is due to come. I fear I will take too many pictures, the scenes are so inspiring. I walked quite a bit, had lunch in a sidewalk cafe' and strolled down to the Seine and watch the boats go by for a while. I came accross a soccer game and watched that for a few minutes, then headed back to my home for the next few months, ahh Paris in the spring.....I can't wait until Betty comes in April so I can share it with her.
I will have to say it was a little weird leaving Paris that Friday morning. The company provided a private car and driver to take me to the airport so I had time to look out on the city as we weaved our way through the back streets toward the airport. I guess the drive took that route to avoid the freeway traffic, it was after all 0900, and all good Parisians know it is very fashionable to be just a bit late.
As I watch the buildings and parks, I couldn't help but wonder what it is about this place that has worked it's way into my blood. The city is pretty dirty, the people as a whole are what we Americans would call rude, or at least selfish. But there is something magical about Paris, and as I was leaving to go home, I couldn't help worry that I would miss the bursting of spring. Already a few of the trees in the park had flowers, and the weather had turned warmer than in the past few weeks. They say the springtime in Paris is "the" time to be here.
California was surprisingly cool, there was even snow in the mountains and the wind had blown the sky clear to give us a great view. We toured Hollywood, Beverly hills, we even went for a walk on Rodeo Dr., but didn't buy anything. We got into the Disney Main Headquarters at the Studio in Glendale and took a lot of pictures of us being tourists. We had a nice afternoon on San Amonica Pier and then drove to Malibu for a quick look and dinner overlooking the Pacific. Another moment that I spent wishing Betty was with me. The next day we drove to Venice Beach, and walked the famous waterfront with all the unique individuals that populate the area. It was windy so no bikini's or muscle bound body builders were out, but still a lot of people whom I think came west from New York. Then down to Anaheim to work on Monday.
Friday, I flew out to Florida, to spend the weekend with Betty, and had a good day at the Pet Fair, and a nice quiet lunch together before heading to the Bowl-a-Thon to meet the Downtown Team. I had my customary beer and cheered them on, but had other plans for dinner so we had to cut it short.
Betty and I drove up to Dave and Jo's house for dinner, and to critique their new kitchen. Betty was impressed, but I was blown away with what they had done. Betty had never seen it prior to the work getting done, and because I had the transformation was stunning. (see pictures on the link) I did get to see the rest of the Downtown Team at The Ale house one evening, and of course Chinese for lunch. It was really great seeing you all and knowing that we are still connected. The rest of the week flew by and before I knew what hit me, I was back on a plane, missing Betty again.
After a quick nap this morning, I emptied my suite case and put everything back in it's place, then headed out to walk in the bright sunshine and re-acquaint myself with the city. I was pleased that most of the trees had not started to sprout leaves or flowers yet, and those that had are holding their blossoms well. I took a couple of pictures of some of them and some flower beds that are being planted by others that are eager for spring. I was even more pleased to know that the best of the spring is due to come. I fear I will take too many pictures, the scenes are so inspiring. I walked quite a bit, had lunch in a sidewalk cafe' and strolled down to the Seine and watch the boats go by for a while. I came accross a soccer game and watched that for a few minutes, then headed back to my home for the next few months, ahh Paris in the spring.....I can't wait until Betty comes in April so I can share it with her.
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Tree and the Tombstone
I was asked if there was a story behind the picture that I took of the tree growing out of the tombstone, and in fact there was a striking symbolism for me so I had to take the picture.
(to view the picture click on the Walk to Montemarte link to the right)
When I came upon this at Montmarte. I was walking along looking at all the crypts and tombs and suddenly looked up to see this site and was so caught off guard that I just stood there staring at this for a few minutes.
All I could think of was how powerful nature is and really how fragile and temporary we are. This unknown person's family had tried to alter nature by placing this stone slab on top of his resting place and placed another one as a monument to this persons life as a headstone. Whomever was in turned on this site, nourished the ground that produced new life, the tree.
Over time, the person and his family have returned to the earth, and the earth has spring new life, reclaiming the place, the person and the monument. Nature will win out, so we need to remember to take a moment and remember the power of nature and enjoy it's beauty and it's power.
(to view the picture click on the Walk to Montemarte link to the right)
When I came upon this at Montmarte. I was walking along looking at all the crypts and tombs and suddenly looked up to see this site and was so caught off guard that I just stood there staring at this for a few minutes.
All I could think of was how powerful nature is and really how fragile and temporary we are. This unknown person's family had tried to alter nature by placing this stone slab on top of his resting place and placed another one as a monument to this persons life as a headstone. Whomever was in turned on this site, nourished the ground that produced new life, the tree.
Over time, the person and his family have returned to the earth, and the earth has spring new life, reclaiming the place, the person and the monument. Nature will win out, so we need to remember to take a moment and remember the power of nature and enjoy it's beauty and it's power.
Saturday, February 17, 2007
On the Brighter Side 2-17-07
Good Evening everyone,
In the past I have talked about getting out of your comfort zone. I still believe that we need to get out of our comfort zone to explore our potential. Like the great Jazz musician Herbie Hancock said, “Don't be afraid to expand yourself, to step out of your comfort zone. That's where the joy and the adventure lie.”
That being said, I have to admit that sometimes getting out of your comfort zone can have serious side effects.
A realization came over me last week as I was walking along the streets of Paris and realized that I was not pleased with the way I was behaving. You see I have gone way out of my comfort zone. I have temporarily moved to Paris and have dedicated myself to living as a Parisian. I have been wearing mostly black, and if not black, at least dark colors. I have taken to not looking people in the eye on the street, in the subway, and even in hallways. There is never an apology for bumping someone, and an excuse me, or here it is Excuse moi, elicits a blank stare and no movement at all.
I have been eating only French food, and reading French news (what little I can understand at least) and I have even been watching French TV. So why do I feel so out of sorts, I asked myself the other day. I am living in Paris for crying out loud. I walk past the Arch de Triumph twice every day. I can see the Eiffel Tower anytime I want. I am within walking distance to the best museums in the world. What is it that is making me unsatisfied?
On the Brighter Side
It was a raining the other day. Not too hard, just hard enough that you could get pretty wet. The temperature was obviously above freezing, but it sure didn’t feel like it. People were coming and going in somewhat usual manor, but with a more determined and hurried pace in order to minimize the time they spent in the nasty weather.
I had stopped to get some supplies on the way home and was just about to dash through the door and walk the final few blocks to the flat, where I knew it would be toasty warm and dry. A woman and her small daughter of about six or seven came toward the door from out of the wind blown rain, and without thinking, I pulled the door open for them and held it as they passed through. Several other shoppers brushed by me to get out the open door and head on their way. I stood, smiling, holding the door for several people, and at that moment I realized what was bothering me.
I had taken myself out of my comfort zone, and created an alternate being. The way I was behaving did not align with my fundamental beliefs. Being kind to others, to me is the first step in getting kindness given to me.
Sure you have to be careful in the city, no matter what city you are in. However, there is no need in abandoning your fundamental beliefs to fit in. The best quote to help me express this to everyone is as follows;
“This above all: to thine own self be true; And it must follow, as the night the day; Thou canst not then be false to any man.”
William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), 'Hamlet,' Act I, Scene iii
Just stop and think about that for a moment. To thine own self be true, what could be simpler and more pure or more complete?
Maybe if you keep the best parts of yourself as you step out of your comfort zone, and it won’t feel as uncomfortable.
I have taken back some of the things that I need to make me who I am. I still wear mostly dark colors. I am still cautious about making eye contact on the street. But, I am being more me. I smile at people on the train. I say bonjour to strangers as the situation allows. I continue to hold the door for others, I help people with strollers lift them up the stairs of the metro, and I continue to………always look on the bright side of life.
Have a great week. Stay safe.
Robert
In the past I have talked about getting out of your comfort zone. I still believe that we need to get out of our comfort zone to explore our potential. Like the great Jazz musician Herbie Hancock said, “Don't be afraid to expand yourself, to step out of your comfort zone. That's where the joy and the adventure lie.”
That being said, I have to admit that sometimes getting out of your comfort zone can have serious side effects.
A realization came over me last week as I was walking along the streets of Paris and realized that I was not pleased with the way I was behaving. You see I have gone way out of my comfort zone. I have temporarily moved to Paris and have dedicated myself to living as a Parisian. I have been wearing mostly black, and if not black, at least dark colors. I have taken to not looking people in the eye on the street, in the subway, and even in hallways. There is never an apology for bumping someone, and an excuse me, or here it is Excuse moi, elicits a blank stare and no movement at all.
I have been eating only French food, and reading French news (what little I can understand at least) and I have even been watching French TV. So why do I feel so out of sorts, I asked myself the other day. I am living in Paris for crying out loud. I walk past the Arch de Triumph twice every day. I can see the Eiffel Tower anytime I want. I am within walking distance to the best museums in the world. What is it that is making me unsatisfied?
On the Brighter Side
It was a raining the other day. Not too hard, just hard enough that you could get pretty wet. The temperature was obviously above freezing, but it sure didn’t feel like it. People were coming and going in somewhat usual manor, but with a more determined and hurried pace in order to minimize the time they spent in the nasty weather.
I had stopped to get some supplies on the way home and was just about to dash through the door and walk the final few blocks to the flat, where I knew it would be toasty warm and dry. A woman and her small daughter of about six or seven came toward the door from out of the wind blown rain, and without thinking, I pulled the door open for them and held it as they passed through. Several other shoppers brushed by me to get out the open door and head on their way. I stood, smiling, holding the door for several people, and at that moment I realized what was bothering me.
I had taken myself out of my comfort zone, and created an alternate being. The way I was behaving did not align with my fundamental beliefs. Being kind to others, to me is the first step in getting kindness given to me.
Sure you have to be careful in the city, no matter what city you are in. However, there is no need in abandoning your fundamental beliefs to fit in. The best quote to help me express this to everyone is as follows;
“This above all: to thine own self be true; And it must follow, as the night the day; Thou canst not then be false to any man.”
William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), 'Hamlet,' Act I, Scene iii
Just stop and think about that for a moment. To thine own self be true, what could be simpler and more pure or more complete?
Maybe if you keep the best parts of yourself as you step out of your comfort zone, and it won’t feel as uncomfortable.
I have taken back some of the things that I need to make me who I am. I still wear mostly dark colors. I am still cautious about making eye contact on the street. But, I am being more me. I smile at people on the train. I say bonjour to strangers as the situation allows. I continue to hold the door for others, I help people with strollers lift them up the stairs of the metro, and I continue to………always look on the bright side of life.
Have a great week. Stay safe.
Robert
Saturday, February 10, 2007
Travel log 02-10-07
After only a couple of weeks taking the train to and from work, I have already settled into the rhythm of the rail. Most times I travel to work before the sun rises and return to Paris in the quiet blanket of early night. I have noticed a few common things already on the ride that I though I would share with those that have not had the pleasure of repeated train rides. Many people have taken rides to or from someplace, but until you travel the same route over and over you can't relax and see what is really going on. One timers are too concerned with missing their stop, and the uncertainty of what the protocol is on the train to notice the beauty of the commute.
The trains here are pretty good at being on time, and this allows a timely exit from the flat to the street so as not to have to wait too long in the station. Although trains are usually 20 minutes apart, it does get cold even that far underground (about 3 stories for the RER). The draft that an approaching train makes is a little different than a departing train. the air is pushed ahead of an oncoming train out of the warmer, damp tunnels that cobweb under the city. An outbound train sucks the air from the station, to be filled with the colder air from the surface, giving anyone waiting a blast of cool dry air to brace against. I found out quickly that it is best not to stand near the entrance and exit tunnels, but to travel away from them and to stay back against the tile walls as much as possible.
Once on the train it is usually very easy to find a seat, as the bigger stops have not been reached yet and the early morning hour hasn't brought out the true Parisian worker, who has their travel planned down to the second so as not to arrive too early. The Parisians have to make an entrance, no matter what else is going on, when you arrive, you greet everyone individually, kiss cheeks, and shake hands before ever starting to settle in. So if you are the first one at work, everyone greets you, and you really can't get any work done anyhow, so you might as well time your entrance.
The horn on the train always sounds like it is coming from some place else, like anther train down the rail or something. This signals the doors closing and there is always someone that makes the last minute jump through the portal after taking their last precious drag from the cigarette they flick under the train at the last possible moment. The train pulls away almost instantly and it is a little startling to realize how quickly it picks up speed with the concrete platform only inches away. This is even more discerning when you are on a double deck train, sitting on the lower level, your eyes are even with the platform, giving you a great view of potential disaster and the legs of anyone left on the platform.
It doesn't take long after the doors have closed for the warm still air to wrap around you and the rattle of the wheels and gentle rocking take effect almost instantly to lull you into a sense of comfort and security. A lot of people sleep, and even I have been able to drift off for periods. It is easier in the morning, while I am still sleepy and knowing that the last stop is mine, I have a pretty good chance of not missing my stop, so i relax even more.
On we travel through the dark tunnels. Occasionally there is a train in the station you pull into and you get to glimpse passengers going in the other direction. Blank expressions are the norm, as they pretend to not be doing the same thing. I always try and catch an eye for a second and if time permits, smile and nod and hope for some type of reacting, but usually none comes.
After a few stops we emerge from the underground and take to the surface and elevated rails that carry us over and under roadways. Unlike the U.S. there are no street crossings, everything is built to co-exist.
It is still dark outside, so the only way you know you are above ground are orbs of light that float outside the windows, sometimes above and sometimes below the horizon. Streetlights in unexplored towns and villages act as markers of your progress and the time of their passing gives judgement to your speed. The only hint of passing over a river is the flicker of light bouncing off the surface if there happens to be a building nearby. Rhythmic thumping and nondescript sounds lead to feeling of being trapped, but free and floating at the same time. Taking sideways glances, you see the flickering scenery reminiscent of an old stereophonic movie where a series of pictures is laced together to create a story. The occasional dip and twist of the track continues to rock the passengers gently. The jolt of a passing train is startling the first few times, as the pressure changes inside the train as the two massive structures whizz by each other pushing and pulling air along with them. Inside the stillness of the air returns and then the screeching of wheels marks another stop on the way. The warmth is intruded on by the opening of the door. The murmur of others, as they enter and exit the train is never disruptive.
After close to an hour we pull into the the my stop and just prior, I put away my CD's and gather my coat around me tightly, knowing that it will be colder here than in Paris. So begins another day. I often think of all those train songs, and now I remember again the magic of the rail.
The trains here are pretty good at being on time, and this allows a timely exit from the flat to the street so as not to have to wait too long in the station. Although trains are usually 20 minutes apart, it does get cold even that far underground (about 3 stories for the RER). The draft that an approaching train makes is a little different than a departing train. the air is pushed ahead of an oncoming train out of the warmer, damp tunnels that cobweb under the city. An outbound train sucks the air from the station, to be filled with the colder air from the surface, giving anyone waiting a blast of cool dry air to brace against. I found out quickly that it is best not to stand near the entrance and exit tunnels, but to travel away from them and to stay back against the tile walls as much as possible.
Once on the train it is usually very easy to find a seat, as the bigger stops have not been reached yet and the early morning hour hasn't brought out the true Parisian worker, who has their travel planned down to the second so as not to arrive too early. The Parisians have to make an entrance, no matter what else is going on, when you arrive, you greet everyone individually, kiss cheeks, and shake hands before ever starting to settle in. So if you are the first one at work, everyone greets you, and you really can't get any work done anyhow, so you might as well time your entrance.
The horn on the train always sounds like it is coming from some place else, like anther train down the rail or something. This signals the doors closing and there is always someone that makes the last minute jump through the portal after taking their last precious drag from the cigarette they flick under the train at the last possible moment. The train pulls away almost instantly and it is a little startling to realize how quickly it picks up speed with the concrete platform only inches away. This is even more discerning when you are on a double deck train, sitting on the lower level, your eyes are even with the platform, giving you a great view of potential disaster and the legs of anyone left on the platform.
It doesn't take long after the doors have closed for the warm still air to wrap around you and the rattle of the wheels and gentle rocking take effect almost instantly to lull you into a sense of comfort and security. A lot of people sleep, and even I have been able to drift off for periods. It is easier in the morning, while I am still sleepy and knowing that the last stop is mine, I have a pretty good chance of not missing my stop, so i relax even more.
On we travel through the dark tunnels. Occasionally there is a train in the station you pull into and you get to glimpse passengers going in the other direction. Blank expressions are the norm, as they pretend to not be doing the same thing. I always try and catch an eye for a second and if time permits, smile and nod and hope for some type of reacting, but usually none comes.
After a few stops we emerge from the underground and take to the surface and elevated rails that carry us over and under roadways. Unlike the U.S. there are no street crossings, everything is built to co-exist.
It is still dark outside, so the only way you know you are above ground are orbs of light that float outside the windows, sometimes above and sometimes below the horizon. Streetlights in unexplored towns and villages act as markers of your progress and the time of their passing gives judgement to your speed. The only hint of passing over a river is the flicker of light bouncing off the surface if there happens to be a building nearby. Rhythmic thumping and nondescript sounds lead to feeling of being trapped, but free and floating at the same time. Taking sideways glances, you see the flickering scenery reminiscent of an old stereophonic movie where a series of pictures is laced together to create a story. The occasional dip and twist of the track continues to rock the passengers gently. The jolt of a passing train is startling the first few times, as the pressure changes inside the train as the two massive structures whizz by each other pushing and pulling air along with them. Inside the stillness of the air returns and then the screeching of wheels marks another stop on the way. The warmth is intruded on by the opening of the door. The murmur of others, as they enter and exit the train is never disruptive.
After close to an hour we pull into the the my stop and just prior, I put away my CD's and gather my coat around me tightly, knowing that it will be colder here than in Paris. So begins another day. I often think of all those train songs, and now I remember again the magic of the rail.
Sunday, February 4, 2007
Travel Log 2-4-07
Well, after my long day yesterday, I slept until about 9 AM. I guess I was tired. My original plan was to stay at the flat and take it easy, while doing laundry and some re-organizing of things. However, for some reason I remembered that it was the first Sunday of the month and that someone told me that the museums of Paris were free for the day. I couldn't resist it, I went on line and sure enough I found that it was true. After a quick breakfast and a note to my colleges about the discover, off I went. I decided that I would do the d'Orlay and the Musee d' Army as they were near each other and are pretty big so crowds shouldn't be an issue. Musee d'Orlay was first so that I could beat the crowd.
I was a bit shocked when I saw the Queue line, but it was moving so I got in line. The two ladies in front of me where a riot, they kept showing each other how to use their cell phones, I couldn't resist a picture. The wait was only 20 minutes and it was well worth it, after about 2 1/2 hours I had seen about half and was starting to get hungry, so I decided to go the Musee d'Army and find some lunch and see the sights.
As luck would have it, the Musee d'Army is not a national museum, so it was not free. Go figure, the Army museum is not national. Oh well. A quick consult of the map and I found that the Musee Rodin was right next door, I figured that it was worth a look and much to my surprise, it was free. Ten minutes in line and I was in, and again, well worth the wait. The gardens will be lovely in the spring and the sculptures are unbelievable. This is one of the must not miss items on my list for people when the visit.
Around 4PM I realized that I wouldn't get home in time to call Betty (sorry honey), but still had laundry to do and to catch up on my writing. So now it is 8PM, and the moon is out. I wonder what it looks like from the Eiffel Tower? One way to find out, see you latter, and watch for the pictures. As soon as I can figure out how to upload them, I have a ton to share.
Have a good week,
Robert
I was a bit shocked when I saw the Queue line, but it was moving so I got in line. The two ladies in front of me where a riot, they kept showing each other how to use their cell phones, I couldn't resist a picture. The wait was only 20 minutes and it was well worth it, after about 2 1/2 hours I had seen about half and was starting to get hungry, so I decided to go the Musee d'Army and find some lunch and see the sights.
As luck would have it, the Musee d'Army is not a national museum, so it was not free. Go figure, the Army museum is not national. Oh well. A quick consult of the map and I found that the Musee Rodin was right next door, I figured that it was worth a look and much to my surprise, it was free. Ten minutes in line and I was in, and again, well worth the wait. The gardens will be lovely in the spring and the sculptures are unbelievable. This is one of the must not miss items on my list for people when the visit.
Around 4PM I realized that I wouldn't get home in time to call Betty (sorry honey), but still had laundry to do and to catch up on my writing. So now it is 8PM, and the moon is out. I wonder what it looks like from the Eiffel Tower? One way to find out, see you latter, and watch for the pictures. As soon as I can figure out how to upload them, I have a ton to share.
Have a good week,
Robert
Travel Log 2-3-07
Wow, what a weekend here in Paris. Friday night a group of us got together and had dinner, too much wine, and some great conversation just down the street from my place. that made it really convenient for me to stay out too late and enjoy too much wine. We need to remember to set the alarm so those that need to take the train home can leave before they lock down at mid-night. I was home by one, and slept soundly.
Saturday morning the sun was out and the temperature was a pleasing 9 degrees Celsius (that's about 50 degrees Fahrenheit). I decided to follow my original plan and go the Vincennse and walk. The #1 Metro takes you to about two blocks from the Floral Garden and as it is off season there was no charge to walk through. I took my time and strolled the pathways and imagined what the flowers will look like in just a couple of months. The iris' are already pushing up through the clay like dirt and parting the tender green grass that lines the walkways. There is a large playground there to keep the kids happy, filled with play sets that are no longer allowed in the States. There is even a spider web type of structure that is about 20 feet tall and shaped like the Eiffel tower for kids to climb. It looks like it is made out of elastic rope of some sort.
I consulted a map at the bus stop and saw that the large area of woods that I was told was there, was just a few hundred yards away, so on I went, past the Castle that was once the hunting lodge / home to some of the King's of France and entered Bois de Vincennes. I have no idea how big it is, but I walked for over 3 hours and covered about half of it. There was a slight cool breeze, but when you walked with it, and stayed out of the shade the sun gave the gift of it's warmth. I wore only my sweater, but learned early on to have my jacket in the backpack just in case. There is a horse stables there and I stopped and watch the youngsters practice their equestrian skill by removing cans from the top of one stick and placing them on the next one while at a full run. I ended my walk by cutting through the Chateau and the courtyard of the Cathedral and had a quick lunch at a nearby restaurant before heading back to Paris.
I did some shopping at the Printemps, a huge multi-building store that have six floors of merchandise. I think I saw all the floors and never came away with what I was looking for, a frame for a painting Betty had done for me, that I brought along. So I walked back about another couple of miles to the flat and grabbed my shopping bags and went to the Achen store in the mall near the Grand Arch in La Defence. Another hour of looking for groceries and the frame I wanted, and as I walked back through the mall to the train, all the shops closed up, so me and everyone else who was in the mall, and believe me it was crowded, jammed into the metro station and headed home.
I was exhausted as I talked with Betty and just after hanging up, I went to bed, and needles to say, I don't remember my head hitting the pillow.
Robert
Saturday morning the sun was out and the temperature was a pleasing 9 degrees Celsius (that's about 50 degrees Fahrenheit). I decided to follow my original plan and go the Vincennse and walk. The #1 Metro takes you to about two blocks from the Floral Garden and as it is off season there was no charge to walk through. I took my time and strolled the pathways and imagined what the flowers will look like in just a couple of months. The iris' are already pushing up through the clay like dirt and parting the tender green grass that lines the walkways. There is a large playground there to keep the kids happy, filled with play sets that are no longer allowed in the States. There is even a spider web type of structure that is about 20 feet tall and shaped like the Eiffel tower for kids to climb. It looks like it is made out of elastic rope of some sort.
I consulted a map at the bus stop and saw that the large area of woods that I was told was there, was just a few hundred yards away, so on I went, past the Castle that was once the hunting lodge / home to some of the King's of France and entered Bois de Vincennes. I have no idea how big it is, but I walked for over 3 hours and covered about half of it. There was a slight cool breeze, but when you walked with it, and stayed out of the shade the sun gave the gift of it's warmth. I wore only my sweater, but learned early on to have my jacket in the backpack just in case. There is a horse stables there and I stopped and watch the youngsters practice their equestrian skill by removing cans from the top of one stick and placing them on the next one while at a full run. I ended my walk by cutting through the Chateau and the courtyard of the Cathedral and had a quick lunch at a nearby restaurant before heading back to Paris.
I did some shopping at the Printemps, a huge multi-building store that have six floors of merchandise. I think I saw all the floors and never came away with what I was looking for, a frame for a painting Betty had done for me, that I brought along. So I walked back about another couple of miles to the flat and grabbed my shopping bags and went to the Achen store in the mall near the Grand Arch in La Defence. Another hour of looking for groceries and the frame I wanted, and as I walked back through the mall to the train, all the shops closed up, so me and everyone else who was in the mall, and believe me it was crowded, jammed into the metro station and headed home.
I was exhausted as I talked with Betty and just after hanging up, I went to bed, and needles to say, I don't remember my head hitting the pillow.
Robert
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