Up at 6:00 am for an early appointment at the dialysis center in Salon de Provence. I met with the head nurse and doctor. The clinic just opened two years ago and all the equipment, chairs and environs were beautiful. While trying to locate the clinic, David only did about $1,000 worth of damage to the undercarriage of our new car while trying to negotiate the entrance to the parking lot. Oh well, it isn’t really visible – just the underside of a rocker panel – but it is a good thing we have 100 percent insurance.
The session went well, and David picked me up at noon and we went back to Riboto for lunch with our friends, Christine, Phillipe, Jean-Pierre and of course, Fred their new doggy from SPCA. It goes without saying, Jean-Pierre put out quite the spread — beef and leek terrine, asparagus mousse, green salad and fresh fruit for dessert. I’m sorry I didn’t take any photos. The menu was perfect for lunch and delicious! Actually, it turned out to be our big meal for the day. In the short time we tried to catch up on all the events since the last time we saw each other; Phillipe’s parents had their 65th wedding anniversary — his father turning 90 this year — Christine and Phillipe’s moms are both turning 88 this year, etc. Pierre, Jean-Pierre’s son dropped by to say hello and sat with the old folks for a while. Pierre has gotten taller and handsomer. He is a real credit to his parents, well-mannered and charming. It was a delightful time, and I think we all enjoyed being together again.
Once we finished lunch and said our good-byes, it was off to Eygalieres to the farmhouse (Mas del la Rasclaouse – www.stayprovence.com) we have rented for the next 3 weeks. This is the fourth time we have rented it, so it is familiar and like a home here in Provence.
We were running late. We were to meet the rental agent, Guy Knox at 3:30 but got to the house closer to 4 pm. Nice to see Guy again, catch up, and review all the workings of the house. We also met the new caretaker, Patrick. Lo and behold, just before Guy’s departure he discovered the water line was broken. He and Patrick found where the problem was, repaired it in no time and, viola! we had water. Now it was around 5:30 and we needed to head off to the market. We bid farewell to Guy and left for the Intermarche in St. Remy.
We made a mad dash to get just the things we needed for the weekend, but we ended up buying a lot we would need for our 3-week stay at Mas de la Rasclaouse. The doors of the market were just about closing when we checked out at 6:45 with a shopping cart full of everything from eggs to wine. By the time we got back and unloaded the car it was almost 8 pm. I turned on the water, and you guessed it, nothing. Guy was called and within an hour everything was just fine. Both of us were tired, so a mixed green salad with avocado slices and shrimp were in order for dinner. We turned on the TV (Sky TV out of the U.K.) and saw that NCIS was on at 9 GMT, meaning it was 10 pm France time. We tried to stay up to watch, but our bodies said, “you’re old, had a jam-packed day — give it up and go to bed.” That we did.