A couple of months ago I allowed a Frenchman to move into my three bedroom duplex here in Waco, TX. I often refer to it as WACKO, TX. But Pierre Loves this town. Well Maybe not the town, but he loves Texas. I made the decision for him to move in mostly because of his spirit. Up until this sad day in January, I have never seen Pierre upset. He is french after-all! He was always loud, dancing, and laughing. Even on one occasion he was spilling wine on my high heels. ( I will have to complete that story later) On that cool January day, he was troubled. He was having issues with the family he was living with, and for that moment in time he was unhappy. (through the course of this blog you will learn that unhappy is not a usual personality trait for Pierre.) I am not really sure of why I felt that he should just move in with me, but something came over me in that instant. I blurted it out. I told him if he needed to stay with me, he could in a heart beat.
The day he moved in, he brought a bottle of pretty good Pinot Nior, and put the very few things in my spare bedroom. After a few mornings of my sweet puppy, Gypsy, getting used to a strange loud man in the house; we sat down for my first cup of the sweetest coffee I have tasted. Pierre made it and began to tell me about France. From this point forward I will be italicizing quotes from Pierre so that you may enlighten yourself to read them in a horrible french accent. It will make this story much more fun.
"Rachou" he say. (which the 'ou' sound is kind of like a term of endearment) "We must go to France one day, to Paris, and you will have a croissant, and you will die!... I'm telling you, they are so good. You will never eat a american croissant again." I have actually heard this same story too many times to count at this point and he has only been here for three months. I absolutely love it. He is a little like a grandfather, except french and Jewish. I simply adore his outlooks on life and love. He is not afraid of anything, I guess over the past few months he has inspired me to fear less and live in the moment.
I have been considering writing this blog about our adventures for a while now, he is just absolutely a mess to live with. Coffee, French beignets, Pollute un sauce and other exciting edible creations arise on a daily basis. Today he outdid himself with advice. Pierre drives clients to the airport in Dallas, and the passenger this morning was going home to be with her family for the first time in eight years. She was in jail for a crime that she didn't commit and it took eight years to prove it. He told me that he asked her about being in jail and about her kids that she hasn't seen in 8 years. She told him there was some ice cream treat from Dairy Queen that she had seen on a commercial while incarcerated that was going to be her first treat to herself in eight years, and he stopped at the first DQ on the road and bought her that ice cream.
This moment tonight, this story made me really think about what Pierre always says about living in the moment. Everyone takes so much for granted, I can't imagine losing it all in a instant. In an attempt to relax after my long day as well as his, we sat down and watched "The Vow" tonight. Perfect movie to sum up the day. Everything in this world can be gone in a second. I realized that I need to live in the moment, and as Pierre says "Rachou if you don't live in the moment, one day you will wake up and be 60 years old and wonder where the hell did it all go!" He was referring to his life in that second. I don't want to wake up another day without being thankful for it, or with out doing what I want to do. We make our choices. I know that I didn't need a 60 year old Frenchman to tell me this, but I am lucky to have him.
This first story is a little heart felt, I promise to bring my comedy back into the next one.
