Psycholove

That was the name of the play I saw this afternoon. It was quite funny...about a young couple that seeks couples counseling, the crazy exercises their therapist puts them through, like anger management and group therapy. And it turns out that the therapist, a middle aged man, ends up falling in love with the woman. The audience sees the therapist talking into space, to what we presume to be HIS therapist, talking about how he dreams about her, how he hates the boyfriend, and all that. So that added another element of humor to the story. It sort of ended without much resolution, though, and a little bittersweet. Not sure I liked the ending. But nevertheless it was pretty good.

Other than that it was a quiet day. Very hot, as usual. I had vanilla macadamia ice cream on the walk home--possibly a new fave. I was feeling sort of out of it today so I ended up taking a long nap. I actually woke up around 8:30 pm and went downstairs to find Corine eating alone, and I felt sort of bad but explained that I hadn't been feeling too well, and she was sympathetic, having been feeling a little off lately as well. I put together my dinner and joined her and we had another good long dinner with lots of conversation. It seems with each passing night I am able to communicate better and better with her. Some sentences are still pretty hit or miss, but at least I'm trying. Oftentimes we compare expressions, things like "having a song stuck in your head," "sleeping like a rock," "empty-nesters," things like that. I'm often surprised at the ones that are the same, and it's fun to learn the ones that are different. Like, the French say "sleeping like a trunk," as in a tree trunk, to describe sleeping really deeply. A lot of times I'll transpose an American expression into French and it will work because they say the same thing, and sometimes it will be totally different.

Anyhow, tomorrow is the excursion to Arles, which is only about 20 minutes by train. We're going to see the Roman ampitheatre and baths and things like that. It was also the town where Vincent van Gogh made hundreds of paintings over a few years, and stayed in a mental institution there for awhile. I'm sure I'll learn all about it tomorrow.

That's all I have for now!

Love,
Nat