The adventures of an American lover of all things French...
Saturday, February 4, 2017
Hearts Part Deux
I was just going to go back and edit the last post. Really, I was. Why should I make you read a whole new post? Hearts Part Deux? Seriously? What’s up with that? Well, here’s what. What about all of the expressions that we use that have to do with hearts?
A huge heartfelt thanks to all who contributed to this list! Someone I recently met (from Chicago aka a Yankee) asked if we (Southerners) really say “Bless your heart.” Duh. Of course. We learn that one in the crib.
heat of gold
absence makes the heart grow fonder
warms the cockles of my heart
I don’t have the heart to…
bless his/her heart
home is where the heart is
cold hands, warm heart
emptier than a banker’s heart
blame it on my head and not on my heart
I wear my heart on my sleeve (oh, man, did Daddy ever accuse me of this!)
be there in a heartbeat
have a heart
young at heart
you will always be in my heart
mal au coeur
loin des yeux, loin du coeur
My take on it? Love begins with yourself. After all, you are what you have left at the end of the day. You have to be your own best friend. Watch Hallmark movies all you want. Personally, I love the happy, heartwarming endings. Who doesn’t? Deep down inside. Bless your heart if you don’t.
I did indeed get up and make those sugar cookies. I left the butter out to come to room temperature so that when I got up it would be soft. What a satisfying feeling. Rolling out the dough. Dipping the cookie cutters into the soft sweetness. Sprinkling some color onto the colorless dough. Smelling sugar and vanilla all through the house. Pulling the tray out of the oven and letting the cookies cool just a couple of minutes before transferring them to the cooling rack. The ladies at the retirement home loved them. We left the extras on the table near the piano. Enjoy them, ladies and gentlemen. I will be back! We will sing. We will dance, partner or not. We will look at photos of your youth and remember the amazing things you did. The tennis championships you won. The children you birthed and raised. The trips you took. Or the ones that you couldn’t take because you had an unfortunate accident. Save me a corner room overlooking the lake and near the dining room and fireplace. But, until then, I still have stuff I want (need?) to do.
Thanks for putting up with us, Chloe. Take good care of your mistress. She needs you more than you know.
Need a song to sing along with? How about Waylon Jennings’ Good Hearted Woman.
Bon appétit to all. Live every single day as if it were your last. You never know what’s around the corner. The dear sweet ladies at Golden Pond taught me that today. And the amazing I-cannot-put-it-down book I am currently reading, The Year of Pleasures by Elizabeth Berg. And I am three years older than the heroine of the story… Do you have a green bowl?