Jeudi 10.05.07 Let there be light – the future’s Orange
Someone was revelling last night by La Playa as there are a couple of, presumably, empty champagne bottles in the shallow water beside the jetty. When I return home from school they’re sitting pretty on the steps leading to the pier.
I’m not in the mood for school today but thankfully God’s on my side. I’m only delighted to hear that I don’t have my first two classes as the CM2 are off to La Caravelle for their sports trip. I’m invited to go along too – and encouraged to ditch the CE2 classes – but they won’t be back till late and I’ve other plans.
Eduardo is counting down the days till I’m finished here; not in a malicious manner but in a hospitable way – well, as cordially as a single Martiniquan man can be I guess. He invites me on some boat trip. It may be my final outing here so I’ll consider it. Though not for too long he tells me as places are few and in demand. So it’s a two-seater dingy?! On verra. Raketa’s boyfriend’s mother is teaching in my school; she kept that under her hat. We have a chat about jealousy and misconstrued messages as I design masks for the children to make for Semaine des Langues. They’re all excited about the spectacle and some are concerned that they won’t be here for it as they’re off early on holidays – a month early in some cases. I tell them to send me a postcard!
I’ve decided that Madame Acina’s and Madame Thaly’s classes will work on the masks for the weather song while Madame Pamphile’s brood and Madame Edragas’ class will make animal masks for the jungle song. Today we wrap up with the weather before getting some serious cutting done. I’ve just enough cloud and sun masks to go around but of course everyone wants the sun. The orange one. Later, at home, I trace out the outlines for the animal masks. There are some beautiful butterflies for the garden, some cool but freaky fish for the sea and some cross-bred lion-bears for the jungle which turn out to be quite tedious to cut out though I know everyone will want them tomorrow.
The queue in Crédit Mutuel looks painfully long so I stick a stamp on my EDF letter and post it instead. The bus to Bellevue is also packed but I manage to wiggle my way on and I hop off hassle free. I’ve been looking forward to a good waxing session and this one is certainly one to note. Despite the usual lack of readable material I’m soon beckoned into the booth. I’ve just started to strip when the power goes. It’s a good job I’ve no inhibitions about bearing all for the beautician as the door is kept open to allow enough light into the room. Exposure at it’s best! At least the wax is hot and the beautician is as efficient and effervescent as per usual. I had nightmarish images of that time in Belgium that I got the cold wax job. It was not at all pleasant or effective. I ended up finding cold clumps of wax on my person for the rest of the week as I practically ran out of the place for fear of losing my skin and my sanity.
Someone was revelling last night by La Playa as there are a couple of, presumably, empty champagne bottles in the shallow water beside the jetty. When I return home from school they’re sitting pretty on the steps leading to the pier.
I’m not in the mood for school today but thankfully God’s on my side. I’m only delighted to hear that I don’t have my first two classes as the CM2 are off to La Caravelle for their sports trip. I’m invited to go along too – and encouraged to ditch the CE2 classes – but they won’t be back till late and I’ve other plans.
Eduardo is counting down the days till I’m finished here; not in a malicious manner but in a hospitable way – well, as cordially as a single Martiniquan man can be I guess. He invites me on some boat trip. It may be my final outing here so I’ll consider it. Though not for too long he tells me as places are few and in demand. So it’s a two-seater dingy?! On verra. Raketa’s boyfriend’s mother is teaching in my school; she kept that under her hat. We have a chat about jealousy and misconstrued messages as I design masks for the children to make for Semaine des Langues. They’re all excited about the spectacle and some are concerned that they won’t be here for it as they’re off early on holidays – a month early in some cases. I tell them to send me a postcard!
I’ve decided that Madame Acina’s and Madame Thaly’s classes will work on the masks for the weather song while Madame Pamphile’s brood and Madame Edragas’ class will make animal masks for the jungle song. Today we wrap up with the weather before getting some serious cutting done. I’ve just enough cloud and sun masks to go around but of course everyone wants the sun. The orange one. Later, at home, I trace out the outlines for the animal masks. There are some beautiful butterflies for the garden, some cool but freaky fish for the sea and some cross-bred lion-bears for the jungle which turn out to be quite tedious to cut out though I know everyone will want them tomorrow.
The queue in Crédit Mutuel looks painfully long so I stick a stamp on my EDF letter and post it instead. The bus to Bellevue is also packed but I manage to wiggle my way on and I hop off hassle free. I’ve been looking forward to a good waxing session and this one is certainly one to note. Despite the usual lack of readable material I’m soon beckoned into the booth. I’ve just started to strip when the power goes. It’s a good job I’ve no inhibitions about bearing all for the beautician as the door is kept open to allow enough light into the room. Exposure at it’s best! At least the wax is hot and the beautician is as efficient and effervescent as per usual. I had nightmarish images of that time in Belgium that I got the cold wax job. It was not at all pleasant or effective. I ended up finding cold clumps of wax on my person for the rest of the week as I practically ran out of the place for fear of losing my skin and my sanity.
I’m home on the boat via Point du Bout and Deli France. After my fill of tuna and apple I take a nap only to be awoken by a multitude of messages. A cup of tea soon sends me back to bed until I rise as the sun is setting. With my bag packed for St. Lucia and my multiple masks prepared I settle down to Doctor Scarpetta and her latest freezer full of frozen cadavers. Michele is kindly sending some bookish diversion and my sister Roberta has promised to send me on some swot material for my driving theory test so I’ll be well read after our musical mission to St. Lucia.
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