Often people tell me my folly was a "brave" thing to do. I'm not sure that I agree about the "brave" thing...it was really more like "a now or never" issue. And since we all know that never is a really dumb word, here I am, living in a beautiful city in the south of France with a roof-prowling cat named Arthur and, Maurice, the dancing fish. They both only speak French which puts me in a bit of a pickle....in fact, learning this language has put me in a lot of pickles. As has trying to find jeans in a country where the women don't seem to have hips!
They say you only get one shot at life. I'm not sure if that is true but I am sure that I don't want to waste this one. And I am also sure that life never turns out the way we planned and good planning doesn't necessarily make a good life. Sometimes we just have to jump off the edge. I jumped and the fall is turning out to be one hell of a ride.
