Tired. . . . .very, very tired

Monday, April 24, 2006
I think I am going to start doing the blog entries on Mondays, instead of Saturdays, because much of the important stuff of my life seems to happen over the weekends, and then I have a wait a week to mention it. In case you wanted to know why. . .

This weekend was one of my ‘important stuff’ weekends. My American missionary colleagues from Marseille, Milan and Janice Novick, came to Bordeaux to scope out the area for their move at the end of May. Fortunately, they are heading to the States in June for their year-long furlough, so their big “move” at the end of next month is just to a storage facility. They don’t speak French, so I got to be the translator, wheeling and dealing with the storage place about all their belongings, which will be stored until they return and actually find an apartment here in the Bordeaux suburbs.

The fun stuff came afterward. We all got to go out to the building site, where out future office is being built. I hadn’t seen it before, and it is not yet finished, but we are schedule to move in July 1. It is immense (500 meters²), especially considering our temporary office in Bordeaux right now is only 60 meters², and we are packed in like sardines. In the other photo (from left) is Marie-Ange (secretary of CVA), Laurent (director of CVA and IC France), Janice and Milan Novick (AG missionaries from N. Calif/Nevada district), and your truly (international supermodel).

I spend the rest of Saturday playing tour guide for my colleages, driving out to the Atlantic coast of France, about 45 minutes away, where they all ate seafood for dinner. I don’t find French seafood as appetizing as our local Maryland variety, however gourmet it may be here. Give me a crabcake any day over some fancy-pants French fish. So I ate duck and it was delicious. On Sunday I took them to my church in Bordeaux, so they could see at least one of the church choices in the area, and afterward, I fixed them all dinner at my apartment, making them the second set of guests I have had enter my “home, sweet home.” (Personal note: I realized this weekend that in order to have guests over I have to clean the entire apartment, do all the grocery shopping and subsequent cooking myself—not to mention cleanup! That didn’t happen when I had roommates to split all the work.) Needless to say, after they left last night at midnight, I collapsed with exhaustion from a very long weekend.