I’m back

The reason I rediscovered this blog was because a couple of years ago I wrote about a tattoo artist, Phil Kyle, in this blog. Post here. I really thought he was living life the way we all should – by doing the things that make us happy. Recently on a short flight from Bretagne to London, I met him, by accident. I had long since forgotten about him, but since I spent the next 2 hours talking with him about his zest for life on the ride into central London, I thought I would pick it up again.In real life he was just as dynamic as he was on TV, but more so. More genuine, more real and to be honest, one of the most genuine happiest people I have ever met. Like a kid, which I like.

This all brings me to now. Now, I live in France, in Bretagne to be exact, about 1 hour from where Phil lives. I live here now with Jim and Henry the beagle and the two crazed cats we brought over from Boston. On this blog, there are memorial pages to Gus and Maxine. The house here in France is filled with their photos and even Gus’s ashes are here. But now I start over here in this house with new animals and my job from the second floor of this house. Instead of looking out on a Boston street or an Amsterdam canal, I look out at  15th century chapel.  I know that from 9 to 10 am every day, the lady from the boulangerie comes to the village with bread and most people in the village walk down to the bar to get their baguette or other small items from her. I know that when you are on your way to the canal for a hike and the post lady has a letter for you, she will signal you to come to her van. I know that each day at the end of the day Josef will drive home up our street and wave, marking the end of the work day. I hear the birds singing all the time and dogs barking in the distance. I see moss growing on the chapel in front of me. And I smile. Life is good.

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