I asked for money, I had it thank you, now I'm asking for your moral support. Whatever you feel like writing please do so, it makes a world of difference once on the road, away from family and friends.
Every day starting next Sunday, I'm counting on you, all.
B e-mailed me a few words to wish me all the best for my trip. He thoughtfully attached two of my favorite songs: California dreaming and San Francisco.
I don't think my day will that productive at work today.
Isn't it extraodinary how perspectives can either boost you or put you really down? I know that in 20 days, especially if everything went well, my mood will be dramatically low. It's a good thing I'll have the Finland project the immerge myself into with the necessity to get everything ready in two short weeks afterward.
It's just that Finland is not California and the reasons why I'm going to both places could not be further apart.
The weather is not exactly today, or it is but the forecasts are either or .
I did what I had planned (but did not write about)… almost. Twice the distance between Chalon and Saint Léger sur Dheune on Saturday, three times (thrice?) on Sunday. Well I only did it two times today but it's 15:45, I do the distance in exactly 2 hours which, if I'd leave at 16:00 I'd be back here at Six-ish.
My point was to ride the average distance we'll ride each day for a week: 85 miles and split it into 3-4 periods so as to have enough resting times to recuperate and start over almost as fresh as new.
Both days I started at 08:10 and came back at 10:15; did it again at 14:30 yesterday, 12:35 today and was back, respectively, at 16:40 and 14:35. I've had about 2 full hours to rest and with 3 times 28 miles I would have completed 84 miles one hour before they, with the sweeping car, would pick me up and take me to next camp site.
Not having any partner to ride with, I resorted to these 'calculations' so that any problem like a flat, heavy showers or any other incident/accident would not happen too far away from home and a cab, at worst, would not cost me a fortune if need be.
I wanted hills too, but not all the way; a third of the distance sounded reasonable. ^_^
Dark clouds have been threatening all day long, I don't want to tempt the devil with a third ride. Besides this is getting really tediously boring.
My mind has already swapped to the next steps: packing up, doing some laundry, last purchases, last bills to pay,
income tax declaration, medical form to fill up (I forgot, again), list all necessary documents, …
First: a coffee to … congratulate me. ^_^
I was thinking that, with departure only a couple of days away, with the threat of a strike by the railway company, with an inspection due to start this coming Monday one week ahead of schedule, with increasing number of butterflies in my stomach so much so I'm starting to wonder if I'm not coming down with something… I'd be sooooo disappointed should anything prevent me from taking my flight.
I'd be a super hyper angry little boy.
I went down to Lyon yesterday evening for my medical appointment this morning. It was at l'hôpital protestant not very far from la croix-rousse quarter, a place, if I ever had the chance to stay in Lyon would definitely be where I'd like to live. Something tells me I may have that chance though… I don't know.
My doctor, whom I only knew from a short phone conversation, turned out to look very much unlike what his voice had given away: S&P short hair, 5'6″, skinny, energetic, fast and … the severe kind. He didn't seem to care much about his appearance and a lab coat that was, at least, 2 sizes too big.
I instantly and instinctively smelled military.
I exchanged a few words with the nurse who took my blood and urines.
– Doesn't look nor sound too cool, does he?
– Oh! It took us some time to get accustomed to his manners but he has a golden heart. He's a former military doctor you know.
I later observed in his office, immaculately clean which never ceases to impress me, many posters of Africa.
– been there?
– did several missions in several countries. Lived there for 12 years. Had to go if I didn't want my wife and I to get killed (!?). Better move quick if one wants a chance to see some that are still alive (?!).
Ensued a bunch of political considerations in which were happily mixed late president Mitterrand, politicians down there and how equally rotten they all were.
– but you liked living there?
– I adored it. Never seen populations more generous, save their politicians… or ours for that matter.
I guess he was sincere. bitterly so…
I've had a good one hour interview with a fiscal specialist yesterday evening.
Though my situation is reasonably simple, it's not that simple that I could do without a few informations. There are letters to be sent to this country government fiscal offices whatever l'hôtel des impôts translates into so as to let know the date at which I'm leaving and forget about getting more money than what I normally owe.
A mistake I made (but couldn't really do otherwise): not selling this place instead of renting it. Though I only own one place in this country, not actually living in it makes it a second home (which is not wrong actually) if I rent it.
Basically what MS (she's to take this place) will pay me each month might as well go directly to our government…
There is much worse going on in the world than this. ^_^
information'tip' I was given amused me greatly: I should avoid talking about my financial situation with anyone, especially finns. Finland is a country of delation (I already love it *sigh*), it is very common for citizens to report about their neighbours (What??), said she. So is Switzerland (she was french working in a office somewhere in Geneva) … or the US.
The americans? No way, they're so cute!. <- me
That made her laugh.
This reminds me that I need to fill up my income declaration for this year. Deadline = May 31st.
Can't say more 😉