It wasn't my school.
He wasn't my principal.
But he was an educator, like me.
He cared about kids, like I do.
He dedicated his life to trying his best to bring them up right.
What is this world coming to?
He wasn't my principal.
A new blog/blog title/name/whateveryacallit. And a new design. Promise. In the works. Be patient!
On Monday night, I got a surprise call from my Awesome Aunt Brenda, the emergency room nurse, who was in town for a health-care conference, and happened to have a night free. (OK, she bowed out of a boring reception on the off chance that we'd be able to hook up. She's cool like that.) I picked her up at her hotel on the west side, and she insisted on hearing "all about France" in the car, as I attempted to make it across town without too many manual transmission mistakes. (I did pretty well; only stalled out once.) We talked about culture, food, and of course, politics, and compared some of the interesting similarities and differences between the two countries. She was especially interested to hear about the issues of racism in France, and wanted to know what some of the reasons were that there is such a disparity between ethnic groups in both of our countries.
We have internet, at home. And wireless. Amazing how it felt like the stone age when I don't have instant connection to the rest of the world, where just a few years ago (OK, maybe 15?) I didn't even have an email account. But, we are back up, and I'll slowly be catching up on my blogs, emails, comments, etc. and maybe I'll finally decide on a new name for my new blog. I love being Mrs. B, but there is more to me than that, after all. I'm waiting for the inspiration to hit me.
I called this morning, to find out what was going on with our internet at home. I was hoping they could solve the problem for me, and I would be back to what I was used to in Paris in no time.
When we moved to France, we had to sell our beloved 1997 Honda Accord. This car was my baby, and I just loved her. Her JVC CD player (stolen and replaced), her constant reliability, her "heather mist" paint job (that's a fancy word for beige. I have no idea where they came up with 'heather mist' for metallic beige. Isn't heather purple and green?) She was a wonderful car.
We have internet. It's this fabulous new plan, providing wireless internet to the city of Madison! It's such a great idea--you just sign up, and they allow you to jump on from your house, with no modem to deal with, no leasing of a livebox, no wires, no cables. It covers our area of town, and is spreading to the rest of the city in the future.
I am trying desperately to come up with a terrifically clever, interesting, descriptive name to change my blog to (I'll leave this one, but a new one for the new country), and well, I'm stuck. I've had a few bursts of inspiration, but generally those domains are already taken (OK, at least the free versions are taken) by others who haven't posted in 3 years. (How annoying is that?!?) Being a not-so-tech-savvy person, I don't have any idea how to bogart their sites, so here I sit, still MrsBinParis but not in Paris.