It's all relative

Is it possible for Julia Child to fill me with too much inspiration? I was just reading about another one of her and Paul's romantic, paradisiacal, fattening, and expensive evening-into-the-early dawn outings, and I had a thought: "Wouldn't it be great to honeymoon in Paris?" (Please don't think I normally 1) Read books about France, and 2) think about married life. I rarely do either, the second is a stifling thought.) Even worse is the chain of thoughts that came after: "If I was honeymooning in Paris, that means I wouldn't be living there (and probably not anywhere else in France). If I wasn't living in Paris, that would mean my time there was temporary, and when it would come time to leave, I would be heartbroken. So I wouldn't leave." And that's the scary part. I wouldn't leave Paris for the man I love, but I would leave my partner in marriage for the love of my life.

But if it hadn't been for number 1 (JC's My Life in France), I would not have started blogging (at least not yet). And now I'm starting to realize how (now) cliché (stop it with the French!) it is to write a blog inspired by Julia Child. Someone just made a movie about that. Just know that She is not the focus though, and I have no intention of plucking a duck. My interests lie elsewhere. Where? I guess in order to make this a "followable" blog, my interests will have to be whatever appeals to my enthusiasts. Can target marketing be an interest?