Life at № 42 by E.M. Coutinho
It’s 17° and the sun is shining today. The forecast says that in a couple of weeks it’ll be around 20°. Then it’s practically March and if last year is anything to go by, it’s perfectly pleasant. The dogs are outside.
Time really flies. In less than a month Mike and I will have been officially married for a year- although we’ve been virtually married for 15. We’ll also have been at number 42 for a year. Both of our birthdays are also in March. On the 23rd I’ll be 38.
I’m satisfied as to how life stands at this point, so ageing doesn’t really bother me. I could do without the thinning hair up there in the crown region, but other than that I don’t have much to complain about.
Sometimes, often actually, I wonder how my decisions stand in the great scheme of life. Should I be doing more of one thing or another? Should I focus more on business? Should I get a cabin in the mountains by a lake? Or a beach house? Or a finca? Should I want any of those things? What should people want?
I’m not sure I want anything more, but in all probability there are still a few decades left- so I suppose I should want something? Or perhaps it’s okay to just tick along. Garden, cook, eat out. Speaking of which, we went to Lou Lengadocian in Labruguière the other day (in case you’re wondering that just means The Languedocian, as in from the Languedoc.) We’re still on Andalucian eating time, so they were closing, but the owner was super nice and let us in anyway. It’s everything you’d want from a little French restaurant. Incredibly good value for money. Excellent house wine.
And here are more camellia pictures, now all five varieties we’ve got in the garden are in bloom: