rebecca_in_blue | Now Rebecca knows what Grandma goes through.

The cafeteria closes on the weekends, so on Friday night I decided to cook some spaghetti for dinner – and by cook spaghetti, I mean boil noodles and microwave sauce. Simple, right? Wrong. Heather happened to be in the kitchen making her dinner at the same time, which was very good, because left to my own devices I probably would have burnt down the school. Heather spent the evening saying, "No, you can't put the noodles in until the water is boiling. No, you can't put a plate over the pot, that's dangerous. No, it's not ready yet; it's not ramen noodles." [Hmph. How did she know that I'd spent four years of college eating ramen noodles?] "No, the sauce goes in the refrigerator, not the cabinet." Heather sounds very nagging here, but she was actually very helpful. Yesterday I made another plate of spaghetti for dinner – all by myself!

On Sunday I finally went out to the cemetary here in Villers-Cotterets, and it was lovely. I had never seen a cemetary like this one before. It was nothing like the cemetaries I saw in Lake Charles, many of which were either overgrown or right next to noisy, busy streets. This one was entirely surrounded by a high stone wall, which made it very isolated and quiet. It was so well-kept and clean, with benches and even a faucet and watering cans for people who brought flowers. It was on a big sloping piece of land that overlooked the forest that surrounds Villers-Cotterets. I was amazed by how big the veteran part of the cemetary was, and that only had soldiers from World War I.

I will be mailing some letters and photos of our trip to Paris home tomorrow.

Now Rebecca knows what Grandma goes through.

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