Monday Mood
Rainy Days and Mondays and Richard Belzer and a faux travel piece
The weekends go by so quickly nowadays it seems. little pockets of rest and joy and routine, then it is Sunday evening and we all three have our own moments of dread. It started raining last night, thunderstorms early morning, and a break as Sofia and I walked to the car, then minutes later, a torrential downpour and she is running from car door to school door. No time to look back with her usual I love you! hand sign. I hate driving in the rain because around here most people drive as if the roads are dry all of the time. Rush, rush. Especially in the school parking lot. I’ve had two close encounters, and a student was hit (luckily okay but sent to hospital just in case) and people still take to the parking lot like a racecourse. But anyway, this weather is a good excuse to stay in and focus on the stack of books I have to list and of course, writing. I have a dozen tabs open right now and one was on something I meant to write about last week. Richard Belzer passed last week. I vaguely remember him as a comedian but my fondest memory is his role as Sergeant John Munch on Homicide: Life on the Streets. I LOVED that show. As far as police procedurals. That and Hill Street Blues. I have never watched any other shows of that ilk and won’t. He also appeared on The X-Files! I mean, cool. Anyway, I‘d no idea he’d had a home in Bozouls, France. I’d never heard of Bozouls which reads like the name of a demon from The Conjuring. Anyway, Bozouls is a town that has sat on the edge of a gorge for at least 1,000 years. Wikipedia has two lines about it, besides the population, ha! There is something about walking through an ancient town… As you may or may not know, I had the luxury of living in my husband’s hometown in Sicily for almost two years. I was definitely a fish out of water (a tale for another day) but one of my favorite pastimes was walking through town during its riposo, which is their siesta. Walking past piazzas, through narrow alleys free of wide cars and nonas pulling their shopping and men smoking their cigarettes. Ancient cobblestones beneath my feet, crumbling walls, gargoyles grimacing above me. I was frightened but also in awe which is just a widening state of fear. Bozouls looks like a beautiful, beautiful place and is now on a list of places I’d like to see. Rest in peace Richard.
