2/4: “When I play zee flute I open zee eyes very vide to ear the full music bien!”

She’s got chimes in the halls between the bedroom and kitchen, bathroom and office, that tinkle as she brushes past. Though blind for the past 30 years, brilliant paintings cover the white walls, books are stacked on the tables and every surface in Manouche’s (born Louisette, dubbed Countess Manouch by fellow students at the Paris blind rehab center where b1 met her) home holds treasures and oddities. 

Quite the contrast to Mireille, our angry OCD “hostess” in Marseille! But you take what life hands you, including your genetic disposition.

So what if, after two years in the hospital you come home (without any eyes) to find your husband has moved his mistress into your house, with your three young kids…and won’t move her out? Or if he then takes you to court to contest the insurance settlement because he “obviously” suffered more than she from the effects of the accident? Well look who’s gone and who’s still living life to the fullest.

Puffin' the hooch.

Puffin' the hooch.


  1. bb Said,

    February 13, 2009 @ 11:39 am

    Pardon me while I take back every petty complaint I’ve had about my own life. What an amazing woman!

  2. jmh Said,

    February 26, 2009 @ 9:30 pm

    fabulous story…harsh. but fabulous.

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