A stroll through the neighborhood

I got this new phone, a Samsung Galaxy. It has an app that tracks your health habits. It says mine are good, which is a relief, though a little hard to believe. Nobody is perfect, though, so even as Samsung was patting me on the back it was saying, so, how about walking 10,000 steps each day. I'm out with jumpy little Jacques a couple of times each day anyway. Sure, how about it? 10,000 steps gives you a lot of time to think. Me? I was thinking about the number of times I have heard, just in the last couple of weeks, "When are you coming back to the States?" How nice, my friends want to see me. At first my answer was "never" but that upset people. I have modified my response to "I don't know. Right now my stay is indefinite." That seems to be the diplomatic way to go. So, nattering over, I looked up and saw this, less than 5,000 steps from my front door. If I had looked the other way I'd have seen the gilded horses of the Pont Alexandre and the glazed roof of the Grand Palais. If I had wanted to drown my progress in a little apero, L'Esplanade, a fashionable little cafe, was just across the street and ready to welcome me. Honestly, guys, the answer to the question is, I don't know. I may well return to the States -- never say never -- but this life is good.
I got this new phone, a Samsung Galaxy. It has an app that tracks your health habits. It says mine are good, which is a relief, though a little hard to believe. Nobody is perfect, though, so even as Samsung was patting me on the back it was saying, so, how about walking 10,000 steps each day. I’m out with jumpy little Jacques a couple of times each day anyway. Sure, how about it? 10,000 steps gives you a lot of time to think. Me? I was thinking about the number of times I have heard, just in the last couple of weeks, “When are you coming back to the States?” How nice, my friends want to see me. At first my answer was “never” but that upset people. I have modified my response to “I don’t know. Right now my stay is indefinite.” That seems to be the diplomatic way to go. So, nattering over, I looked up and saw this, less than 5,000 steps from my front door. If I had looked the other way I’d have seen the gilded horses of the Pont Alexandre and the glazed roof of the Grand Palais. If I had wanted to drown my progress in a little apero, L’Esplanade, a fashionable little cafe, was just across the street and ready to welcome me. Honestly, guys, the answer to the question is, I don’t know. I may well return to the States — never say never — but this life is good.