A few days ago I woke up and Ramona was having a bad dream. Errrrr, Errrrr, Errrrrr, she was moaning with that anxious edge to it.
I reached over and petted her to wake her up gently. Mona, we're here, I said.
"I dreamed you were in France!" she said.
It sure seems like a dream. Funny how time is when you live in a body. On August 27th I knew I'd be going to France the next day. And, unbelievably, we drove to the airport with our French students and we all boarded planes for France. They met us at CDG (we couldn't get on the same plane) and they helped us find our way to the TGV. Three hours after that we were in Avignon, got our rental car and 45 minutes after that we were being greeted at the house by our friends who had rented it.
And we proceeded to have a wonderful week of bicycling and dining and wine drinking. Then we drove north to visit friends in Brittany and then, before we knew it, we were back home. wow.
Harper and Ramona had a full time kitty sitter so they could have their schedule undisturbed. She checked the fence everyday and at 6 PM got them in for dinner. I had recorded myself calling them in and that worked great for the first night but after that Miss R was too smart. She knew I wasn't home and she didn't have to obey anyone other than Big Cat Momma. But all was well. I was greeted with cries of joy from R and a huge purr from H and all is now back to what passes for normal around here.
The beans? Oh yes, that's my harvest of kidney beans from a patch of bad soil which up to now wouldn't grow much. I'm quite pleased with them.