La Maison

It's been a little while since I've written anything and truthfully there's not much to tell. I attend classes, do homework, and fight this fat cat for my side of the bed. Not much of an interesting story, but since Jean and I are in the house by ourselves for a week I figured I'd take some more pictures of it for you all. As far as I can tell, it's a pretty typical french suburb except that she uses gas for heat instead of electricity like most of the people here.

And so:

It's a pretty neat little place. There are three other bedrooms aside from mine and another bathroom, but I didn't want to invade her privacy for pictures of those. You might be able to tell from her decorations (she's a fan of magnets) and wall-to-wall bookshelves that she's a bit of a hippie. One of her daughters is named Myrtille, which is french for blueberry. She's hiking through the mountains in Turkey until Saturday so we're taking care of her animals and such. I hope I'm half as cool at her age.

Lastly, I've decided that I want a chicken. Catherine's fat hen shown above, named KiKi, is quite awesome. I've never liked chickens before, and I've known many, because they were always dirty and mean. But KiKi has a bit of a princess complex, it's really funny. She's been lonely since Catherine left so she has taken to following me around the yard during the day.

I was a bit perplexed as to why a vegetarian would keep a chicken, but we feed KiKi our leftovers from dinner, along with some bird seed, and she gives us a single 100% organic, fresh, free-range egg each morning. Pretty cool stuff.

And since our house has become a bit of a half-way home for animals with the recent addition of a chihuahua, making a teeny chicken coop and fence in the backyard wouldn't be so hard. Right, Dad? Right?