To Catch a Mouse

photo, tomoko yokomitsu takes a call Tomoko handles a ding–a–ling with aplomb.

Checkered Cool Shoes

Paris:– Thursday, 2. March:– Unless they sleep until noon, folks who have been in the city since Tuesday know that my forecast last Monday of an Orange Alert involving snow was off the mark a bit, unless it snowed before noon and was gone by the time I looked out.

So it with some misgiving that I pass on tonight's Orange Alert from the TV–weather news. They said, quote, Expect 5 cm of snow!!! unquote. This is not my prediction, I am not making this up, I don't want to mislead you, truth at all times, but realistically I have to doubt it, this fox who the kid said barked, and didn't, and then all the little piggies got gobbled up. Take anything but my word for it.

photo, cafe of the weekIt must be the 'Café of the Week.'

Now the so–called facts, from the TV–weather news. For tonight and tomorrow there's the official Orange Alert for most of northern France, with winds coming down the Channel at 80 kph, while here there will be winds from the southwest – the totally opposite direction! – of 90 to 100 kph, and the low temperature tonight is supposed to be 2 degrees with a high tomorrow touching 9 degrees.

If there is snow I'm sure it will be gone before noon on account of the heatwave. The forecast for Saturday is a little more sensible. It is supposed to be partly sunny, partly cloudy and all of 4 degrees, while snow falls somewhere not around here. On Sunday add a wind from the northwest of 60 kph, and the rest is ditto, ditto and ditto. For you language fans reading this, 'ditto' spelled backwards is 'ottid' of course.

Tomoko's Mouse Deal

Metropole has been having a ripe old time jumping around like crazy as a result of the mad experiments of crazed coders. As soon as I fix something and upload it, it goes blooey. Then Josef sends me a correction and I fix that, and it goes blooey. It's a good thing Josef has more patience than one of José Bové's goats.

photo, painting osaka, by harami yokomitsu Dotonbori Bridge by H. Yokomitsu, shown
in the Grand Palais in the mid–1970s.

After four or five days of it I am really happy that it is Café Metropole Club meeting day and I can get away from his cryptic emails hinting that I'm seriously unwired. At the moment he's off seeing thin hotties wearing funny clothes so I can just traipse off to the club free as a bird.

And here I arrive, after climbing through the Pont Neuf under construction, fight through a horrendous traffic jam, absolutely broke. My Visa card expired from age and I forgot to take the new one out the envelope from the bank, so I have to pass on getting a Parisien. The good news is that I remembered to bring my glasses to read it.

Patrick the 'Waiter of the Week' greets my arrival at the café and its grande salle greets me with silence, and one young lady who is smoking a cigarette and eating soup. I write a note about the weather. I don't know why. This afternoon's weather is ancient history now.

Then I have no paper to read with my glasses so I leave them in the bag. I turn the 'reports' booklet upsidedown and backwards and write some notes about how the 'Goodblognight' is going to look in Metropole. I know it is illegal to use club property like this, but I can't afford to buy any spare paper from Patrick.

The babe who was sloshing around with the soup finishes some dessert and leaves. On the way out she tells two other nifties to skip the soup. She has made a terrible stink in the club's area too. If people have to smoke back here at least they should smoke good stuff.

I get about 17 km down the road with the blog notes. Now it's called 'Goodblogweek' with 'Day' and 'Night' versions, snazzy typo, flashing lights, bells, and archives from here to the beach in Deauville. The character who's going to do this is 'Radio Ric,' who will join 'Ed' and the 'Secretary' to form a crew of three. We fought too much when we were only two.

photo, corona sign, neonSee this and you are at the club.

I almost fall on the floor when member Tomoko Yokomitsu says bonjour! I forgot I was at a club meeting. Tomoko has brought copies of her dad's paintings, and I chose the 'Osaka' one to show here. It is of the Dotonbori bridge in central Osaka. Harami Yokomitsu was a high school art teacher who did what he taught.

Times are difficult for Tomoko these days. She says that Franprix has the best prices for her. I shopped at one too for eight years, and now I can't go back. She says she thinks Monoprix is too expensive. I suspect it depends on the quartier. My Monoprix regularly beats the local Franprix on prices, and has exotic stuff that is '404 – not found' in the Franprix.

For several months Tomoko has not been cooking at home because of the mouse that lives in her kitchen. But restaurant life is taking its toll too, at the bank, so she is buying the cheapest TV–guide to see what Arte is showing. Bu it's far too much, paying 50 cents for two week's worth. The TV–guide with Friday's Parisien is only 20 cents.

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