Today I received word that my Tuesday afternoon yoga classes have been cancelled "until further notice" - which probably isn't a bad thing as maybe that will give the teacher a chance to claw back some mental sanity - I don't know. The next cancellation was my Italian classes. They're now cancelled until 30 April, and since my teacher was also off sick for a month recently I think I'm totally screwed for hooking up with a sexy Italian, given that the sum total of my Italian conversation at the moment would seem to be "at what time does the train to Milan leave?" (Side note, the answer to that question is probably "not at all at the moment"!).
So yesterday I decided to take a walk up in the mountains as the weather was half-way decent and I needed the fresh air. On the way up there I stopped off at a new-to-me store called Fresh which, as the name would suggest, sells only fresh goods, but by golly it was a great place. The meat, cheese and produce looked wonderful and was cheaper than my local haunts, so I might be doing my main shopping there for the duration of the market closures!
After that I headed up to the Lac Vert for a little wander and it really was lovely. It's a very small green lake (as the name suggests) but stunningly pretty, although I couldn't get good pictures on my phone so had to use google images to show you. As an aside, the last time I went up here was about 20 years ago with my friend's parents. I was walking round the lake behind her mom when she unfortunately let out a rather loud fart. I didn't want to embarrass her so didn't react, but when we got back to the cars she leaned over to me and in her rather posh English accent thanked me for pretending not to hear! Ah, I love her mom!
|Le Lac Vert|
As I haven't been up there for years I wasn't sure I was on the right road so I stopped part way up to check. When I pulled over I noticed a book on a bench in the layby and went over to have a look, thinking that someone had forgotten it. But no, someone had left a bible there. It seemed in reasonable shape when I took a look at it but I don't suppose it will stay dry for long. It was a nice touch though!
And I note with satisfaction that Weinstein finally got his come-uppance. 23 years!!! Yes!!! While some people will say many of these women used his advances to further their careers there is no doubt in my mind that 100 women accusing this guy proves that the jury made the right decision, so I, for one, am glad (and surprised) to see him go down. These rich, powerful guys think they're invincible - and it's a good day when the little people fight back and win. Actually, many moons ago, I worked for a company where one of the top guys was an evil, narcissistic bastard. He treated everyone - in particular the "little people" - like shit and it was a happy day for all of us when he retired. Buuuut, about 10 years later HR received a letter from him. He had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and in this letter (if I remember right) he almost apologized for his behaviour. I say "almost" because I can't remember the exact wording of it, but maybe - just maybe - it was an act of contrition on his part. At the time I just blanked my mind out to it because I didn't even want to think about him as he had been such a nasty, evil piece of work. Now, many years later and maybe with hindsight and compassion on my side, I can try to see it as an apology rather than the last ditch, "save my soul" bid of a nasty dying man. Who knows, although I doubt anyone will feel that way about Weinstein, even though his lawyer tried to get him off with just five years because he is a "sick man". His "illness" didn't stop him abusing his power at the time did it!
And finally, I had so many plans for today and basically did bugger all. I mentioned before that I completed Dry January and basically just kept going. I think I've had maybe four glasses of wine (and a rum punch) since December, but today I felt like just doing nothing so I sat outside for a while in my back garden just looking at the mountains and opened a bottle of wine, just for the hell of it. And you know what, listening to the Gipsy Kings with a glass of wine was just magic and all seemed well with the world - even if it wasn't!