Speaking of Celine Sollers Great bookstore, it's really too much for me and for Sellers and Celine! Even during the holidays! I can hardly stand the conceit of the first and the style of the other. Never could get used to it!
past two days, incessant return to a consignment shop to get rid of some furniture and items that I no longer wanted. No regrets, even for a small library available to me by my grandmother for my eighteen years. The apartment and begins to breathe slowly, I myself breathing a different air. Less congested parts, development of things I like and soon we will almost organize competitions for roller skates. I even see the bottom of my white shelves, is to say! On the second trip, I saw him leaving the objects to be redeemed me by strangers who they liked, a small pottery ewer decorated with antique junk and bought almost as long ago in Sicily. All the better if they can win again. To me, they represented nothing. The sun was there, and that's what mattered.
I noticed today when I paid more attention, that the plates on the mailbox and the front door still bore the name of Peter. Seeing reappear, then they me invisible for more than five years, I decided to change them. There appear more than my name, which in accordance with my present life and reality. Again, no hesitation.
I also, this afternoon, threw many courses and documentation that I have more utility, which still careful not to always give my fever attiléenne. I already made blunders by acting too quickly. I have traveled very little that I threw. Enough to see the monstrous amount of work j'abattais few years ago, find crazes educational or mythological, at a time when I was immersed in it. Glimpsed a fragment of a diary written in 75 out of a large notebook found in Uzès, at the foot of the ducal palace. I did not read before the break. All this no longer interests me. As for teaching, I prefer to live the last three years of teaching instinct. Besides, who will verify. And I still have a little bottle ...
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