Night Two-Hundred and Thirty-Seven

ça arrive


Arriver is a such a useful French verb. You can arrive at an accomplishment or comprehension of how to do something, people and things arrive, of course, when they come toward you from away, and the expression "ça arrive" means something a little like "shit happens", which we say too, but the French (having invented the idea) say it better.

Arriver is the perfect verb for my life right now. J'arrive, ils arriveront, et, oui, ça arrive.

Night Two-Hundred and Twenty-Four

but wait, there's more

Today was the day that I was supposed to get on an airplane and fly back home. But yesterday, on night two-hundred and twenty-three, I instead found myself back on that familiar TGV from Paris to Aix (and then stranded, briefly, in the Aix train station, but that's another story) and now, as I type this, I am looking out the window at this:



I can't imagine that there is anyone reading my blog who doesn't already know the story behind why I'm still in Manosque. But, if you're out there, lurking, and you want to know, I guess you'd better either declare yourself or learn to live with the mystery. At any rate, I'll be here.