Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Casual Delight

I received an email this morning from a French friend.

Not the one we'd had here, but her mother. From whom I'd despaired of ever hearing. Whom I'd convinced myself had in fact washed her hands of us, including any offers to visit with them at their home in France.

The email was to ask when we expected to come there, so that they could be sure they'd be available.

To say that I was, and am, delighted, is to put it mildly.

3 comments:

genderist said...

Yay! That's good news, non?

STAG said...

Trips like that tend to get put off until decades pass....

go for it.

Cerulean Bill said...

Oui, c'est bon.

And I agree about the trip. I had been kind of talking myself out of it -- damn, I don't need these people, fine, LET them ignore me, see if I care -- but clearly, this brief contact lit me right up again.

I probably ought not to let people manipulate my emotions so easily....