Now Rebecca knows what Grandma goes through.

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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.

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[(Anonymous)]

THIS IS AUNT CONNIE, GOT TO SEE YOUR PICTURES YESTERDAY OF YOUR SCHOOL AND YOUR FRIENDS AND YOU AND AREA. BEAUTIFUL! WE REALLY ENJOYED THEM, SORRY PARIS WAS LET DOWN(IN A WAY OF COURSE). GOT THE POST CARD YOU SENT TO US IT IS NOW ON MY FRIG. WE ARE WELL, VERY TIRED. THE NEIGHBOR BOY XANDER, 5, WAS SICK TODAY SO I GOT HIM AT 6 AM THIS MORNING, HE WASN'T TOO ILL JUST A BAD COLD AND COUGH AND HE DID TAKE A NAP BUT I'M NOT USED TO THE CONSTANT CHATTER. HE LOVES FOOTBALL SO WE WATCH A GAME I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW YOU COULD DO THAT DURING THE DAY. I MISSED "THE VIEW" BUT I WILL LIVE. TOMORROW IS MY SEWING GROUP SO I AM LOOKING FORWARD TO THAT, LAST TUES. WE WERE TALKING ABOUT WHO HAD THE BEST FRENCH FRIES, WE ARE ALL OVER FORTY AND THUS WE ARE CONSTANTLY WATCHING OUR WEIGHT, SOMETHING YOU DON'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT NOW SO ENJOY IT, ANYWAY WE SAID WE'D GO FOR FRIES TOMORROW BUT HOPEFULLY THEY HAVE CHANGED THEIR MINDS LIKE ME CAUSE IT AIN'T WORTH IT. BUT I CAN BE PRODDED. LOVE YOU HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD DAY. LOTS OF LOVE.

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Poor boo, I didn't know you didn't know how to make spisgetthi. You should have told me and I could have given you a lesson before you left. Anyway, I'm glad you had Heather to help you through this traumatic experience. :) Was it good?

The cemetary sounds AWESOME! Another thing I want to see when I come visit you-- hmm, maybe I'll just quit my job and end up staying there forever. Yeah, I wish. Do they have gravestone inscriptions there, and could you translate any of them if they did?

I can't wait to see your pictures. You still haven't told me if you've gotten Grandma's letters or not, you devlish whore. Respond to this comment!

[(Anonymous)]

sorry i haven't "talked" in a while,i have been too busy at work to log on. i really enjoy reading your blog, and we all enjoyed your pictures,the map and the chocolate. the dark was almost overwhelming but still good. i miss you. i will call on wednesday, i hope the day won't be too hard for you being alone. all for now love,mom