Pool party!

From Fighting back the heat

It's hot outside. Real hot. Mirage hot. What do the people in the Berry do? Build a big bonfire. The biggest bonfire you've ever seen. I mean, this makes Buring Man look like a cub scout jamboree. I haven't quite finished my first year of school but I know that that type of behavior doesn't really compute. Besides, you don't really want to be too close when a bunch of Berrichons play with fire.

My little brother and I may not be from the Berry - origianlly, but we know what to do when it gets hot. Pool Party!

That's right, uncle Godefoy, aunt Barbara and cousins Hyppolite, Dimitri, and Calixte (the place cards at dinner looked great!) headed over for the first big summer bash at the Chetif Moulin. And what a bash it was. The boys swam while I waited inside cooling the popsicles. Then there were barbecues, badminton tournaments, and groseille picking! Papa nearly melted making the jelly.

There was the usual sprinkling of local wine, sampling of local cheese, and scraping of little knees. Make no mistake, summer is here!

I'll bet the pool parties in LA don't have anything on the ones here in the Berry. I don't know for sure, but I'll bet uncle Brady in North Hollywood does. He would have come but was too busy plugging his latest album "Year of the Pug", which is what I'm doing right now. Maybe he'll write a song about me.

 

MTV, eat your heart out!

From Fighting back the heat

Square meal

I'm not really into working lunches. I believe that everyone needs a break in their work day. Take my usual weekday for example. After a hard morning of painting, cutting colored paper, gluing colored paper, and answering stupid questions, I need to get away and regroup.

So at lunchtime I head home and eat a good meal, then I take it easy for a while. If this were the 1950s I might have smoked a pipe. Then I'm ready to head back to school for a nap before painting some more, cutting more colored paper, gluing more colored paper, and answering more stupid questions.

From Big picnic, little people

Today I made an exception. I had a working lunch with my colleagues. At 11:30 our parent/slaves picked us up and brought us over to the world famous Square Blomet. Our mothers had packed delicious lunches. My own mama made the usual kid-friendly fare: prosciutto, parmesan, tomato, and arugula sandwiches on Bavarian brown bread. Most kids had salami on white and potato chips.

From Big picnic, little people

After breaking bread we talked business. Mostly about the building properties of sand, how far yogurt will fly, and what Miró really meant to say by his sculpture "L'oiseau lunaire" (that's me in the photo below making a close inspection of said sculpture).

From Big picnic, little people

It wasn't so bad afterall. I suppose a picnic can be a good way to get ahead in your work. So if you're in Paris, have your people call my people. We'll do lunch.


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