This house!
A) Has a pool. Which is essentially my private pool (pollyanna tells me, over one of our typical four course, two wine meal breaks that her parents bought the house _despite_ the pool...) and i swim every morning, after an exploratory run.
B) Has a fossil room. Set up like a museum exhibition, with thousands (3000 says Pollyanna's father, though this is the same number he uses to describe his wine collection so perhaps it's just french for 'very big number') of hand collection fossils and geological specimens. I love this. I hang out here while i wait for the shower to become free.
C) Has a wall-mounted exhibit of gigantic butterflies, beetles and spiders, mostly collected in Guyana. I love this too, but some of the other musicians do not.
D) Has two wine cellars, with those 3000 bottles. Choosing for dinner (twice, as the cheese course requires a seperate red) is intense, but worth it.
E) Has hundreds upon hundreds of panpipes. (3000?) Pollyanna's father is a Bolivian music enthusiast and performer. He and his wife are away for the first few days at a festival for such things in sweden. Which is quite far from Bolivia.
And it's my job to hang out here. My job! Thanks Cherie.
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3 comments:
surely there are bees in amber, a troodon's tooth, waiting eons for a waitress with a viola to play!
So this is what's come of your French immersed, music lessoned childhood. Awe.
i'm not the jealous type; however, i might be jealous of you right now. just a bit. except for the running part of the day. have fun!
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