ALONE AGAIN, NATURALLY
Channel: slobomotion
Date: 2014-01-13

Digital video recording, comments and annotations copyright 2014 Lisa B. Falour, B.S., M.B.A.
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I must say, I've probably had less than a dozen actual fights with this spouse in 20 years, but we had, shall we say, a dispute today, after lunch.  I am tired of these lambastings.  Probably out of spite he canceled our movie plans and I didn't care about the movie ... GUN CRAZY, a classic film noir from 1950 ... but I left and ended up spending eight hours on my own in Paris.  Nearly eight, anyway.  I didn't get back until 11 pm -- I did phone three times and leave messages saying where I was and that I was okay.  

As if he cares.

So I took the 153 bus, then the 13 métro, then the 2, then the 4, and went to Ile de la Cité in Paris and went to Notre Dame to make a clip for a viewer who was curious about its interior.  It's up on my other channel, CUTECATFAITH.  I then had a longer walk than I am up to but I slogged on, alone the Seine, and found Rue Christine, which I only vaguely knew the location of, because I am usually trailing behind ... my spouse!  I saw the movie, alone, he'd been wanting to see for eons.  I told the ladies who work in the cinema he might show up and that I was going to see GUN CRAZY, and that he'd likely not show up because he is mad at me.  I said, "Il est parisien, il est soupe au lait," and they said, just let him calm down and we had a smile.  That means hot-tempered.  The French can be that way.  Cool as cucumbers, but like milk on the boil, quickly all over the place and making a mess when angry.  The movie wasn't bad.  Before that I thought screw it and bought myself some CIGARETTES.  After, I thought, screw it again, I want Japanese food!  But I ended up in a Thai place across from an all-you-can-eat sushi joint.  I had a great two course meal, way more food than I normally eat, and didn't need dessert by any means -- I felt great.  The place was full!  Restaurants were ALL full it seemed, and even in my ghetto nabe I noticed a local yuppie place was full the other night.  Hm ....

It took a heck of a lot of time to get home.  At one point, I got on the train in the wrong direction and there was no way to make a free transfer.  I asked the clerk what to do and she saw I had my canceled ticket and let me pass via a turnstile and was really nice.  I must say, speaking French is a good idea in France; otherwise, I'd have had to buy another ticket, or rather a carnet, a ten-pack (you get a discount with those).  Which would have been okay but I thought, hey, what, you cannot cross for free and go in the other direction?  It's not like that at all stations by any means and she was quite prepared to let me go, the clerk.

I'm still so angry I did not sleep a wink last night.  I won't even go into my bedroom while he is there and I refuse to sleep in his study, where he has a mattress.

I saw and heard tons of Americans in Paris last night and felt somewhat comforted.  People just cannot seem to grasp how hard it is to be expat.  I'm so sorry the USA became untenable.  I can't go back -- my last two visits were horrible.  Screw anyone who says or even suggests I am anti-American.  My God.  You couldn't walk a mile in my shoes, I bet.