Antici.......................pation

Yes, I am one of those. I love Harry Potter (HP); I love the books and I love the films. I don't know if I can wait for the 4th movie-- waiting for Book 6 has been hard enough (after finally finding an english bookstore in Paris that was actually selling the US Scholastic edition [the UK and the US have different editions-- different illustrations, different languages], I had to order one as they had already run out. It will be here by the end of the month!!!!). I am planning on making it to the UK to see HP4 in London opening weekend and make a huge, geeky, don't-look-at-me-that-way-lady-I-know-I'm-too-old-for-this-but-at-least-I-didn't-dress-up-Freak! sort of deal. But after being hurt by so many landmark franchises (Star Wars, The Matrix), I am terrified with each new installment that I will be disappointed. But, HP is not the only thing I spent today waiting for. I have been trying to attach a couple of photos to an e-mail for several hours-- they just won't attach. I don't understand. The photos are in a folder on my desktop, but I have also tried putting them on an internet file and attaching them from there. No luck. I am angry. I am inpatient. AAAARGH!
I had to wait until after 1 p.m to shower thanks to a very (ironically) smelly plumber who had no problem flirting with my neighbor and taking his sweet time fixing the drain--the sink drain-- there weren't any problems with the shower, but he still wouldn't let me in there! After a freezing cold night (fell asleep with the window open), I so wanted a hot, steamy shower. Dommage.
I also spent several hours today waiting for that oh-so-important e-mail that is still not in my inbox (if you are reading this--you know who you are-- stop! You owe me an e-mail!). It is one of those that the longer I must wait for it, the worse it will be to read. Sigh. But, I stopped waiting for it early this evening and decided to go for a walk. I walked the over to Montrouge and explored the city for a few miles.
Technically, Montrouge is not in Paris. But one must only cross a street to make the transition from city to city. Montrouge looks exactly like Paris-- only less dense. There is more green and it's less noisy. It is a mixture of modern, industrial and commercial buildings mixed with almost ancient apartments, houses, and parcs. It is still Paris in my book. It felt so great to get outside after confining myself in my tower for the last two days. The sun had begun to go down and a breeze picked up, making it very pleasant. The Friday night crowds had not yet emerged and the work traffic had already dispersed. It was exactly what I needed.
Then, I came home and immediately checked my e-mail (I never said I was strong, or very committed for that matter). Empty.
Now that I have no real responsibilities or...anything, really on my schedule, I find myself filling my downtime with anticipation of things to come: school in the fall, visiting friends before that, HP and several other movies I want to see, Christmas and winter in France, e-mails (HINT! HINT!), the new Camille CD to be released on iTunes USA, comments from all of you (HINT! HINT!), ect.