The best thing about it all, aside from its having taken very little time to deal with, was that I didn’t see it coming. Somehow, I nursed the fancy that we wouldn’t have to think about the building’s balcony upgrade project until next spring. Happily, I really didn’t have to think about it until after I’d had a month’s rest by the sea. Ray Soleil worked like a Stakhanovite, but I made countless necessary decisions with a clear head, such as I hadn’t had when I left town a month ago.

But I’m in shock this morning, and have nothing to say — really nothing, except to offer thanks that the weekend is upon us and to hope for continued quiet. I thought about going to the movies; there are at least three interesting films showing right here in the neighborhood. But I don’t think I could take the excitement. The evacuation of the balcony was hardly a white-knuckle challenge, but it was a steeplechase, with a series of hurdles any one of which might have tripped us. No longer required to brace for the next jump, my arms jerk with suppressed trauma.

Bon weekend à tous!

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This entry was posted on Friday, September 21st, 2012 at 10:26 am.