Chip off the old block

Heather with her favorite toy
Heather with her favorite toy

We took Heather for her annual checkup this morning and and I’m happy to say that she came through with flying colors, as usual. The one difference today, however, is that she got chipped. In preparation for the move to France and getting her own pet passport, Heather had to have an internationally-accepted microchip ID tag implanted. As gross as that sounds, it truly is tiny and fits through a syringe needle, so in theory was no more uncomfortable than getting the rabies shot that she also had to have at the same time. Continue reading “Chip off the old block”

Running on empty

Empty wine racks
Empty wine racks

We went to Trader Joe’s® today and I’ll let you guess why based on the accompanying photo. You may recall that we’ve been “shopping from the pantry” trying to use up all of the food that we still have stored on the shelves. That policy applies to the wine cellar as well and it would appear that we’ve done a really good job of clearing the shelves down there! If you’ve been to our house you know that these wine racks are typically full just in case a hurricane hits Atlanta and it’s unsafe to drink the water. Continue reading “Running on empty”

Lucky shot?

Doubling up on darts
Doubling up on darts

We got a message of congratulations over the weekend from WordPress, the company that hosts this blog. It said “Your stats are booming! Let’s Live in France is getting lots of traffic.” You were probably part of that frenzy, so thank you. It started when Bill posted on both the blog and Facebook that we were clearing out the basement with lots of things going to charity or the dumpster if they weren’t otherwise claimed. The response was overwhelming, so now there’s much less to give/throw away, but there’s still more….

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Call for a dumpster

The thought had crossed my mind that I might have saved a bit too much wood and drywall from our basement build out but then again I was not thinking that there was a move coming in our future and someone else might not appreciate the bits and pieces stored in the basement. Yesterday I headed into the back storeroom of the basement and started emptying all the one gallon milk jugs of water that were for emergency use “in case of a hurricane”. Well then I started to look around and next to the shelving unit there are carpet remnants that we saved to use as door mats and they work very well but who needs enough to last 20 years? There are also oriental rugs with their pads that should make their way to Goodwill for someone else to use and camping equipment that we will never use but we kept just for that emergency that has never happened (thank goodness). The same room has much more “stuff” that will not be going to France and so it must be thrown out or given away.

Lumber & stuff under stairs
Lumber & stuff under stairs

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No man is an island

When Bill was looking online for a new computer he was surprised at the high cost which was almost double the price we had paid for my laptop about a year ago. In keeping with a variation on our new “double or nothing” concept, we wanted one computer to replace both his dying laptop plus our larger and more robust desktop that handles most everything household from banking to scheduling the lights, music, the thermostat, on and on. To try to get the price down he started downgrading the computer by decreasing the memory, choosing a slower processor, and getting a smaller screen. At that point I asked him if this was the time to be scrimping. After all, we would be replacing two computers with one and taking it to a place where we are far from fluent in the language. Although I can carry on a casual conversation in French, it doesn’t typically include words like ram, processor, pixel, and HDMI nor inquiring about computer repairs and upgrades. Initially I think that we’ll need to function as independently as possible as we begin to fit in and avoid feeling isolated.

Tenpound Island, St. George, ME
Tenpound Island, St. George, ME

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