Sunday, February 9, 2014

Weekend Reverse Bucket List

The front door of La Bonne Etape, my house in Burgundy.

I just read an article that describes the process of writing one's bucket list-- in reverse. This is not intended to be a list of the audacious goals that one hopes to accomplish before dying. But rather it is a list of things that you have already accomplished. You can read some tips for writing your Reverse Bucket List here. 

One way to structure your reverse bucket list is to define a period of time that you want to capture. Be it one year, five years, ten years or a single day, it is meant to highlight amazing milestones that have already occurred.  It had me thinking about this weekend's Reverse Bucket List:



Friday night:

Apertif at Septime Wine Cav with the Englishman. Once again, I found myself drinking from the Kool Aid as he convinced me to write poetry about my country house. His theory is that if you talk about your house from the standpoint of the personalities that it has and the events that have/or will occur, you will start to see it' essence and therefore it's "poetic mood board". The good news is that I don't have to write my own house poetry because over a few glasses of wine,  he waxed poetic about my house right then and there. It resulted in some easily executable projects that I can knock out over the week ahead. And some new inspiration courtesy of Septime's restaurant which is across the street.


Then I went to meet friends at another nearby neighborhood favorite.


Dinner at Bistrot Paul Bert with some lovely friends who were visiting Paris from Brussels. They were enjoying a weekend away to celebrate their one year anniversary. One year ago, Patrick laid eyes on Anne at a boutique in Brussels, and within minutes he spontaneously gifted her a hat that he thought looked beautiful on her. During dinner we laughed, told stories, and drank amazing Bordeaux, all the while they infused me with much hope and an overall sense of possibilities. At one point, Patrick leaned over and told me that he waited 53-years to meet the love of his life, my lovely friend Anne, who coincidentally, seemed to be radiating more than usual.

Saturday:

Train ride from Paris to Burgundy with Carlina.

Upon arriving to La Bonne Etape, Carlina and I parked ourselves on my new couch (FINALLY!) and got fully caught up over a bottle of Olivier Morin.



We put my new Pasta making contraption to use and made raviolis with spinach/ricotta filling from scratch. (We called Carlina's mum in Argentina for stuffing tips)



Carlina is knee deep in Game of Thrones (about time!), so I happily helped her kill a couple of episodes with the help of a glass of Goisot. Reminding me how freaking excited I am for GoT Season 4 to begin.




At bedtime, I laid there staring out my bedroom window at the village rooftops and noticed that that the cloud cover had dissipated and made way to one of my favorite sites in the village-- a star filled sky. Just breathtaking. 

I slept like a baby.

Sunday:
It's really fun to wake up with one of your girlfriends sleeping in a nearby bedroom. So I made coffee and brought a cup up to her so she could linger in bed a while longer.

The sun shone all day and the temperatures continue to be relatively mild.


Goût du lait is sprouting up all over my garden.. in February.

We took a walk along the backside of the village and to visit our friend Diane's garden which  is nestled right up to the pine trees and the Serein river. So many plans for D's garden... kale crops, lettuce,  picnics on blankets, bbq's, etc. We need Rod to return from the states so he can captain this project.

After I dropped her at the train station, I returned to the house to knock off a "small" painting project. I painted one of the living room radiators.

Before; yellow


After: Blanc calcaire


Whoa. Although small in dimension, painting radiators is no quick task, lots of nooks and crannies. Only one way to turn that task into a mind blowing, spiritual awakening...

Nina Simone Live at Montreux, 1976. One word- damn.



And now I sit in front of my fire, in my house in the French wine country. (still pinching myself every time I mutter these words)

If you would have asked me on Thursday, what my weekend bucket list was, I doubt I would have predicted that it would have been filled with this many amazing checklists.

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