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The dentist and the little thief.

 He's a nice guy....he took over for my original dentist ( who was Dutch)...this Dr. is French but speaks perfect english...he would have to to take over the practice...It's quite the shift but this dentist is the MOST noninvasive dentist I have ever had....he told me today that my dental hygiene was excellent....

The only other thing I would say about him is that in the waiting room, there are only magazines about all things motorcycle...Luckily, I rarely have to wait...and he collects (what I think are) Manga motorcycle riding plastic dolls, like Trolls, but more intense. They are little devils. He has a few of them...all about 8" high...menacing...

I think he is still partially a kid. ...a big kid.

speaking of kids...

I was at the supermarket in self checkout. You have the option to use the "gun" to scan items and I take the opportunity to use the gun ( I think I am the only one) ...who knows why I derive pleasure from this. I would like to work at a supermarket checkout ( not self..that is a different set of skills)  just for a few hours just to see all the people and what they buy...I think it's fascinating...but that's me...crazy ideas.

So , I am scanning away with the gun...very close to me is another machine with a grandmother and a very devious little creature. She was very very stressed. I could tell that she just needed to urgently get a few things and get the hell out as the kid was hellish. He was a little boy at the age of 5 or 6...maybe younger cause...shouldn't he be in school???? I am sure his parents are out there working on some menial jobs and the grandmother is tasked with watching the little demon. I felt sorry for her but I appreciated his curiosity. 

He kept taking things out of my "scanned" area and it would make my machine go crazy. He was small, dressed in dark layers as it is cold. . He would grab a potato and the scale would go crazy...the grandmother would scold...I had a wood crate that we use for the wood stove ( it begins as a container for veg but there is a scramble to get them for the fire as they are very thin wood and go nicely into the wood stove.)  This boy was determined to break mine...he kept leaning on it, hard...then he grabbed hummus out of my scanned area and...IF YOU CAN BELIEVE IT! put the little container of Hummus into his grandmothers pocket and started to zip it up...she was so frantic and stressed that she didn't even feel it....I said ..." uhhhh Madame, you have a container of hummus in your pocket"...of course in French....She was astounded ..but maybe not all that astounded...the little devil was laughing...he knew it was wrong. 

I found it amusing as he was so young yet so devious...I had many thoughts...

He was temporarily a little thief but he was testing his boundaries...I hope he will get some guidance and direction but I doubt it.

I saw them in the parking lot...the woman could not get him into the car and was freaking out....I feel bad for her...

Chieftian

 

Worth a look.

https://youtube.com/shorts/G2vCvlFznXg?si=cl2IL6pwC9RWmI3f

A man I see in the woods...a man I see on the street.

There is a man that walks his two Italian hunting dogs in the woods most everyday. I have come across him again and again for years now. He’s a large dark haired man…muscle bound…huge arms and legs that he displays in short shorts and T-shirt no matter the weather. I believe he dyes his hair black and has had fillers or botox….He will say hello but I've never spoken with him.

The two dogs are a bit clueless, one older than the other. He has some kind of electrical collars on them so he can find them. He lets them run far afield and we often run into them. They are pretty, almost ghostly looking with their loose skin. They are always preoccupied but will stop to say hello. I have seen them very far away from the man and I often hear him bellowing for them. I believe he lives on the edge of the woods in a big fancy house with a pool ( maybe he is a worker there, maybe a personal trainer...). The dogs know how to get home. One day I saw him showing an equally muscled guy how to take care of the dogs…It all seemed very “fey” to me…but…why I tell you this story is that.....

He is doused in unbearable amounts of cologne. You can smell him deep in the woods after he has passed and is far in front of you. It’s so offensive. What must the dogs think…they need their sense of smell…all you can smell is his cologne…awful…I consider it similar to someone who is smoking…polluting the clean air. I hope to get a photo to show you. He moves quickly and odorously down the paths.

 Additionally, I ran into an older man on my street. He is always walking a little Bichon type doggie. He had a stick which I think he uses for protection...there are lots of dogs in my area and also horses...Big tall glorious horses and a white Belgian Shep that is so beautiful. I love that kind of dog...not like German Sheps...

anyway, the man always smiles and waves at me . He knows I am going very slow to be extra careful. The road is narrow and pothole filled with encroaching greenage and cars moving unexpectedly...( so common here)...Yesterday, I stopped to meet the little doggie. I thought it was old...its face was dirty and not combed...but it is only one year old...ergh! ...Her name is Ava...The man tells me he and his wife are from Strasburg which I know is very very different from here in every way...but stiff french.

When I went to say Bon Journee, the usual exit phrase you say to everyone ( until it gets to afternoon) He corrected me...using the stick for emphasis..."Bon Sante!"...ok...I got into my car, the window on his side was open and I said Bon Journee again as a good by...he corrected me again  with the stick...Bon Sante....now I am confused...( Bon Sante is good health) ...so...maybe that's what they use way up north? I will try it out and see if I get any reactions.

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Really Good Beer

but strong...8.5%. I have learned to LOVE strong beer... I love bitter beer. Brewed since 1240! "The Taste of Our History". Brewed in silence.

 

Sausage

I often buy sausages called Perrugine...You see them here, the 3 on top. I saw another type of sausage that I asked the butcher about...I heard him say beef and lamb...It is the long thin one. I think he knew I wouldn't like it...He gave me one for free. He was right...I found it strong and dry....so that is that. 

 

Falaise

 

2 pics I came across

My parents house on a typical winter day.

Mid 90's...my brother from another mother, Frankie and I. 

 

I have been here! Can you believe it? On my full day snorkelling trip when in western Sicily, we stopped at this island for lunch. It is tiny! I was there in late May, the water was cold...but I had to go in many times....just dive in and deal with it...There was not much reward in the way of snorkelling as there was really nothing to see, but it was great being out in the sea, in the sun off of Sicily. Now, I need to do the eastern side of Sicily.

 

Sadness Ensued

When I looked at the menu of this restaurant, I almost cried. I so miss the food in the US...upstate NY, food of my childhood. It is not healthy food but food of memory...

If I go back for my High School Reunion in October I am going to eat!!! Starve before, Starve after.

see link

https://www.logjamrestaurant.com/

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Cala Blu

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