The word saignée (blood letting, as in medieval medicine) is what the plumbers and electricians called the channels I cut in the stone walls of this house to hide their cables and pipes in two years ago. I used this huge grinder with a blade the size of my big table saw at home to run kerfs on both sides of the channels, a process both terrifying and horrendously dusty. Then I chipped the material out between the kerfs with the Hilti 3-in-one, drill/hammer drill/ light jackhammer. I still remember naively going around right after we bought this house asking people, how the heck do they bury wires in stone walls?
This morning as I flung open the kitchen shutters on the south (river) side, I noticed saignées in the sky. There must have been several dozen jet takeoffs. in the south, so that can only mean Toulouse, some 140 km away. They are so pink in the sunrise, could they have been angels instead? I checked it out with telephoto:
Now, an hour later, the blue sky is starting to become overcast as dozens more planes take off. It's unimaginable how many complex reasons and motivations lie behind all the trips being taken by all the passengers. Tonight, Robert will take Alix to the Orly in Paris and she will fly to Los Angeles to become an American girl. She has been unhappy living with her mother's mother and will now go live with her father's parents. Eleanor, the older daughter, will remain in Paris and the youngest, Dorian, will live in Libos with Robert, still in exile from his house and shop about 20 minutes distance in Montcabrier.
