The Bare Necessities

Milly stares out the window in the Lyon apartment...the cats don´t like it there...I'd say a cat is a pretty good barometer of happiness

So here we are alone this week. We'd meant with all our heart to go to Lyon to be with Seb, but the treatments for baby making are keeping us here. The doctors appointments are endless. I'll have had three blood draws this week and will have seen the doctor three times by the time the weekend rolls around. There's no use getting into it here. I've created an entire blog just for that issue alone. It's like a padded cell where I can go in and shout a lot without worry. It make me feel better to purge all these things. I like to keep this blog, 'How Town' for my more sane posts, as if there were any sane thoughts lately.

Seb seems to love his new job after all. He's getting along fine with everyone and well, I guess I knew he would. He's always well liked in his sort of timid "love me or leave me" kind of way. He never bends to become like other people and I've always admired that quality in him. People usually feel the same way, they love and respect this quality in him too. So the job is definitely well-suited to him and he actually enjoys the hours which he explained as "flying by so quickly he doesn't even notice that it's nine-thirty in the evening when it's nine-thirty." That scares me because I know he's got workaholic tendencies and just like an alcoholic, when he's near long hours he can't control himself and gets over involved to the point where he forgets everything and everyone around him. That usually affects our relationship and of course he doesn't see it and usually defends it by saying "after all it's our livelihood."

But Seb still stands firm. He has said that he doesn't want to move and he adores our home and the simple village life we have here. I'm still open to make the move if that's what he wants, but he says he'd rather look around for something else and try to keep our life calm and orderly. I can't argue with that but a year can be a very long time to be apart. I really think he'll end up staying in this new job for at least a year too. I've reconciled that very soon he'll have to find an apartment in Lyon and that will definitely pull us in for at least a year.

This weekend we'll be taking an appointment with the bank to help finance the work on the rest of our house. The three years of solid working have left us tired and beat up and ready to make progress. I can't even imagine what it will be like having someone working on the house for us. My fantasy has always been to have a plumber and a carpenter, get your mind out of the gutter, and I'd be able to get them to do whatever I asked okay, okay stop giggling. If you've never worked on an old, delapidated house you cannot understand how real this fantasy is. Why on earth would you waste time using a Viggo Mortensen lookalike workman as a sex toy anyway, my god he could be installing the claw foot bathtub! Or he could be building the deck with the view of the lake. I'll take that any day over a meaningless shag.

Boy you can tell my libido is all shot to hell. I think I need one of those ginseng power drinks.