tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2498719763759636773.post4468730106541561811..comments2023-10-14T18:34:30.879+02:00Comments on Lost in Arles: Golden: Meeting AidanHeather Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01316279029849503437noreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2498719763759636773.post-19506741955205640592017-11-21T17:18:43.206+01:002017-11-21T17:18:43.206+01:00They control the flower trade in Chile; they have ...They control the flower trade in Chile; they have the highest per capita income in the country <br />of Ecuador, which had a Palestinian president in my time; and there are lots of Palestinians in America.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2498719763759636773.post-16922777872598866322012-08-07T14:14:26.496+02:002012-08-07T14:14:26.496+02:00Carolyn, I really recommend it if you can make it ...Carolyn, I really recommend it if you can make it happen. My friend Judith just came back from a BlogHer conference in NYC and met a ton of people all in one swoop!Heather Robinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01316279029849503437noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2498719763759636773.post-75685831739214944622012-08-07T14:13:28.307+02:002012-08-07T14:13:28.307+02:00Really, Cindy? I find it so funny! Just goes to sh...Really, Cindy? I find it so funny! Just goes to show how people like to put others in categories in their mind, doesn't it? And Ben was in heaven...for the first couple of hours and then he got a little cranky! :O He finally had to tell Clementine "Enough!".Heather Robinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01316279029849503437noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2498719763759636773.post-21997639386350180742012-08-07T01:18:51.048+02:002012-08-07T01:18:51.048+02:00What a wonderful post! How exciting to meet friend...What a wonderful post! How exciting to meet friends that you talk to through your blog! I'm hoping to be able to do that one day….thanks for sharing all of your adventures with us!carolyn bradfordhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14050791333379791302noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2498719763759636773.post-73932708999644685392012-08-06T13:13:46.749+02:002012-08-06T13:13:46.749+02:00Ben looks like he is in heaven! Loved this post an...Ben looks like he is in heaven! Loved this post and especially all the comments...especially the one about the surgeon mowing his lawn. I too have been mistaken for 'the gardener' many times. I just play along.cindy hattersley designhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16147135323683353754noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2498719763759636773.post-38957299324326941832012-08-05T22:25:39.365+02:002012-08-05T22:25:39.365+02:00Not to start inaccurate rumors. I met Caryl and Ma...Not to start inaccurate rumors. I met Caryl and Maryl from Second Lives Club, who have run two posts about Claude Noelle. <br />We are back home safe and sound. <br /><br />Wish you had been there too. You would have loved meeting all the inspiring women there.Judith A. Rosshttp://judithaross.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2498719763759636773.post-85269344961483874422012-08-05T13:44:05.657+02:002012-08-05T13:44:05.657+02:00Spicy tomato confit? Those are three of my favorit...Spicy tomato confit? Those are three of my favorite words all together. I will need to look up the recipe although I have the sneaking suspicion that I am far too lazy to make even one batch let alone 100 jars. I am simply too hot to consider anything that requires boiling. So we are eating a fair amount of salad. So much that I might turn into a rabbit. <br /><br />And I have to say that your hoping that the chipper couple "Good for you!" would hire you was my favorite part of your story...would love to see the expression on the Bama folks faces when they realize that they are trying to hire a surgeon...Heather Robinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01316279029849503437noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2498719763759636773.post-51332631111921406512012-08-05T12:10:05.322+02:002012-08-05T12:10:05.322+02:00P.S. In regard to my anecdote about the snotty-bo...P.S. In regard to my anecdote about the snotty-boots neighbors? I spoke with an old college friend (who's married to my college room-mate, a surgeon) last night. they live in Mountain Brook, an exclusive enclave of Birmingham, Alabama.....where NO ONE does his/her own yardwork. She told me that John mows their lawn with a push-mower (he enjoys the exercise), and "I don't know HOW many times people have stopped their cars and tried to hire him to mow their lawns".david terryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18009130338123162371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2498719763759636773.post-26292251164842016322012-08-05T12:04:23.498+02:002012-08-05T12:04:23.498+02:00Well, I'm making a wonderful, "spicy toma...Well, I'm making a wonderful, "spicy tomato confit".....basically a relish from my pals, Karen & Ben Barker's cookbook for the Magnolia Grill (they're both James Beard award-winning chefs). Folkjs seriously LOVE this stuff (which is supposed to be a condiment, but someone at the table always ends up eating all of the jar. I can 100 or so jars each summer. As for "reserving" the tomatoes?.....For the first time in 20 years I don't have my own, large vegetable garden (courtesy of moving in late June), so I order and buy from a fellow who owns a very productive organic farm up north in the county.david terryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18009130338123162371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2498719763759636773.post-46390122947229141932012-08-05T09:44:01.073+02:002012-08-05T09:44:01.073+02:00Merci Michel, wishing you the same...Merci Michel, wishing you the same...Heather Robinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01316279029849503437noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2498719763759636773.post-15909157060286995012012-08-05T09:43:29.204+02:002012-08-05T09:43:29.204+02:00Just like you!Just like you!Heather Robinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01316279029849503437noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2498719763759636773.post-43706723662807554412012-08-05T09:43:01.673+02:002012-08-05T09:43:01.673+02:00Oh no, really Judith? That is the LAST thing that ...Oh no, really Judith? That is the LAST thing that anyone should have to deal with on a visit to NY. Your poor husband and poor you! But it does sound wonderful that you are meeting so many people--plus a trip to Le Fanion. How I wish that I had been there with you...And you met Tish?! Very jealous of that! <br /><br />Hope the rest of the weekend goes smoothly...Heather Robinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01316279029849503437noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2498719763759636773.post-86338492595246910512012-08-05T09:38:55.979+02:002012-08-05T09:38:55.979+02:00Ooh my, not feeling so fascinating this Sunday mor...Ooh my, not feeling so fascinating this Sunday morning after a late night...but thank you...<br /><br />Well, if you are going for a short trip then you would just board her/him with some lovely person who would spoil your pupper as much as you do. We found the nicest couple who met while volunteering at the local ASPCA! Needless to say, I feel just fine about leaving Ben with them. And if for longer (!), then you would just bring the pupper with you. Having a dog, changes everything in life. But you know that. ;) As for getting over here, you are one smart tomato so I fully believe in your powers of selling ONE of your clients a in France that you need to research...<br /><br />And finally, tilapia plus dill sounds wonderful. Why can't we get fresh dill in France? <br />xo,<br />hHeather Robinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01316279029849503437noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2498719763759636773.post-77910735864127117812012-08-05T09:31:32.112+02:002012-08-05T09:31:32.112+02:00Oh merci, Jeanne. I was so touched by this. How I ...Oh merci, Jeanne. I was so touched by this. How I would love to! My goodness. In other times, I took the plane like other folks take a bus but now...well, it could be something to plan and save for--how wonderful it would be to explore Saigon with you!!! <br />Gros bisous,<br />HHeather Robinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01316279029849503437noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2498719763759636773.post-86212884341906776702012-08-05T09:20:48.300+02:002012-08-05T09:20:48.300+02:00Good one Judith.
And David, back to something I ...Good one Judith. <br /><br />And David, back to something I wanted to ask earlier: 75 POUNDS of tomatoes? That you RESERVED? <br /><br />Not to mention a French phrase that you undoubtedly know already: "tel chien tel maitre"... ;)Heather Robinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01316279029849503437noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2498719763759636773.post-10538957466005803562012-08-05T03:40:11.525+02:002012-08-05T03:40:11.525+02:00David, if there is such a thing as reincarnation, ...David, if there is such a thing as reincarnation, I hope after I die to come back as a fly on your wall. My life as a fly would be short, but it would be worth it. (And hopefully you wouldn't swat me before I got in a few good laughs.)Judith A. Rosshttp://judithaross.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2498719763759636773.post-50558320352115657602012-08-05T03:37:25.903+02:002012-08-05T03:37:25.903+02:00Here I am in hot, sweaty, Brooklyn where our car w...Here I am in hot, sweaty, Brooklyn where our car was towed because it committed the sin of being a hair's breadth over the designated parking area while wearing an out-of-state license plate. Poor husband spent the day dealing with that while I was at my conference.<br /><br />Where I too had the chance to meet up with several folks I only know from online contact. What fun! And Heather, I stopped in at Le Fanion, which has beautiful pottery and other treasures from your part of the world. Sadly, Claude Noelle was out of town. But I did meet the two bloggers who first brought her to my attention!<br /><br />And now I shall reply to David, who has managed to make me laugh out loud, even thought I am too hot and tired to do so!Judith A. Rosshttp://judithaross.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2498719763759636773.post-31672998696389472882012-08-05T03:23:38.088+02:002012-08-05T03:23:38.088+02:00Oh, Heather....most of my dogs are just fine.....b...Oh, Heather....most of my dogs are just fine.....but the oldest female (who RUNS the pack) simply hates any dog that comes into her orbit without first rolling over on its belly. I'm lucky actually....I've never had to train the younger males....she bites and attacks the HELL out of them if they even think of peeing or shitting in the house (which is her QUEENDOM!, thank you...). and she doesn't like strange dogs.<br /><br />Oh, well,....there could be worse problems in the world. I should add that I've panted or drawn Kate at least ten times, and all those small picures have sold for at least 700 bucks. She has more than earned her keep hereabouts ( I think I've made about 10,000 bucks off pictures of her...no kidding)....and she IS quite lovely, although not of the stupid, American "round face westie" type that shows up on dogfood cans and christmas cards.<br /><br />well....I grew up with terriers and know how to live with them. In case you wonder?....they're VERY different from your sort of sweet, mild-mannered dog.<br /><br />Level Best as Ever,<br /><br />David Terry<br />www.nasty-tempered, smallmen&small dogs.orgdavid terryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18009130338123162371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2498719763759636773.post-37813738623069516242012-08-04T21:06:27.633+02:002012-08-04T21:06:27.633+02:00My dear David, I hope that you will excuse the con...My dear David, I hope that you will excuse the condensed version of a response here: this was a knee-slapper. Literally. While you often give me the just absolutely gorgeous gift of making me laugh (and yes, as a former actor I can confirm that dying is easy, comedy is hard), I absolutely guffawed and slapped my knee at this one. Ooh, I can not wait to hear about the moment when the first couple realizes that you aren't exactly visiting...you gave Remi a hearty laugh as well. Merci my friend. But now I will suggest:<br />Good luck with your tomatoes.<br />Please for goodness sake, stay inside.<br />Bisous to your killer Westies...<br />HHeather Robinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01316279029849503437noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2498719763759636773.post-58400348393528995132012-08-04T20:53:44.455+02:002012-08-04T20:53:44.455+02:00Such interesting encounters! (I need to get out mo...Such interesting encounters! (I need to get out more!)<br /><br /><br />And this post has made me terribly hungry (I have tilapia and fresh dill from the Farmer's market in the fridge; time to make a good meal), and also made me miss our beloved mutt. <i>Dreadfully</i>. Part retriever, part who-knows-what.<br /><br />But if we get another rescued dog (much as I would love that), how could I pick up and go to France again (dreaming, dreaming, dreaming) - and enjoy some encounters with fascinating people - such as yourself?BigLittleWolfhttp://dailyplateofcrazy.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2498719763759636773.post-86560990152372838612012-08-04T19:28:51.492+02:002012-08-04T19:28:51.492+02:00Beautiful!Beautiful!La Contessanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2498719763759636773.post-83080927875678354952012-08-04T18:23:55.279+02:002012-08-04T18:23:55.279+02:00I enjoyed reading your description of you and and ...I enjoyed reading your description of you and and Ben's meet up with Aiden and Clementine. I love Aiden's blog so it was double fun reading about your time together. Have a great week.Michelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02084254959003451085noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2498719763759636773.post-72733588003257270482012-08-04T13:05:14.090+02:002012-08-04T13:05:14.090+02:00You introduce us to the most interesting people He...You introduce us to the most interesting people Heather...that is one of the things I love about your blog. I must go off an meet Aidan...as I did Wijnand and many others before him. I hope someday that I can stroll down your street and do the same..or better yet, you can come to Saigon and stroll down Cherry Blossom Road...I will be waiting. :)<br />Best wishes for a lovely weekend Heather..<br /><br />Jeanne xxxJeanne Henriqueshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07986759909478180763noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2498719763759636773.post-33664534319199298472012-08-04T12:36:56.609+02:002012-08-04T12:36:56.609+02:00Well, as usual....you're lucky in your encount...Well, as usual....you're lucky in your encounters, Heather.<br /><br />Herve's off on a trip, so I'm here alone this weekend. As ever, that means I don't bother with cooking (although I'll certainly start doing that later today when I pick up the seventy-five pounds of tomatoes I reserved), and I just wear anything out of the work-clothes bin. One not particularly politically-correct friend has described the look as "an unsupervised, retarded adult". His phrasing's not the most sensitive, but the point has been accepted.<br /><br />In any case, I looked pretty raggedy yesterday afternoon when I had my own surprise encounter while thrashing around with an inadequate weedeater down by the road. A neighboring (I assume) couple stopped to introduce themselves. This is the SECOND time since we moved to this posh little town/village that I've found myself wondering why these folks are barraging me with questions about the Affordable Health Care Act before finally mentioning that I "don't have much of an accent". I told them that I wasn't the French epidemiologist they'd all-too obviously heard about and were eager to meet (well, I didn't say the last part, although I thought it). I said I was an artist. They asked if I was "VISITING" (what?!?). I said no, I actually lived here.....and the man looked at me and brightly said "Really? Well, you must be doing pretty well!Good for you!". <br /><br />At that point, I decided that he'd just given me permission to dislike him as thoroughly as I'd been inclined to do during the first five minutes of our meeting. I told him "Oh, it's a GREAT deal. Herve's going to let me have one of the bedrooms in exchange for doing the cleaning and some of the yard-work. I can use the kitchen, too. It's pretty good for an artist!".<br /><br />He and his wife believed me. They expressed their certainty that I would enjoy my "stay" here and asked me to tell Herve how VERY MUCH they looked forward to having him over for drinks. So much for "a stranger is just a friend you've never met". I was really hoping they would offer to pay me to trim their lawn, but they didn't go that far.<br /><br />As for doggie rendezvous? Later, yesterday afternoon, yet another couple came by....with 2 prancy, skittish, rather over-primped, not very-bright-looking west highlands on leashes. I already knew, via the grapevine, that four couples in this town own 1-3 west highlands (I have two, plus a cairn, as you know). They knew who/what I was (this is a very small place, a grid of only six small streets of historic houses). They were, to be sure, very pleasant and welcoming in a burbling sort of way. Unfortunately, the wife, in a fit of bonhomie, suddenly suggested "We have to have a WESTIE PARTY! We can all come over and let our Westies play!!!"<br /><br />I was hot, tired, and (obviously) not at my diplomatic best. I took another quick look at their obviously-pampered dogs (matching, red&black tartan collars?) and, without thinking, blurted out "Oh God...that'd be an awful idea...I'm afraid my dogs would attack these dogs of yours in a new york minute."<br /><br />They both stared....and the woman's mouth dropped open as she exclaimed "Well, I never!...". I considered I/my social-reputation was getting chewed-up in the great maw of Karma for disliking the previous couple so much.<br /><br />In any case, that was my day of Meeting & Learning to LIKE (!) new folks and their dogs. I'm glad you had better luck at the business.<br /><br />Fortunately, I'll be spending all day and night in the kitchen, processing tomatoes and, one hopes, avoiding social fiascos for at least 24 hours. Given that we plan to live here for at least another 25 years, Herve would probably prefer that I not handle any social-introductions when he's not here to referee the proceedings.<br /><br />Level Best as ever,<br /><br />david terry<br />www.davidterryart.comdavid terryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18009130338123162371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2498719763759636773.post-18186717984794509072012-08-04T10:53:58.521+02:002012-08-04T10:53:58.521+02:00It is Ann, I really agree. And the puppers happine...It is Ann, I really agree. And the puppers happiness only magnified our own!Heather Robinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01316279029849503437noreply@blogger.com