Man, what a day! I woke up in Saint-Genis-les-Ollières, and let me tell ya, it was a rollercoaster. First off, I’m a shearer, right? So, I’m used to the whole sheep shearing gig, but today? Today was somethin’ else.
I hit the streets early, like, 6 AM early. The sun was barely up, and I was already dodging cars on Rue de la République. Seriously, who needs coffee when you got adrenaline? I was pumped, ready to tackle the day. But then, bam! I step in a puddle. Not just any puddle, but the kind that splashes up and gets your whole shoe soaked. Great start, right?
So, I’m grumbling, walking down Rue des Écoles, and I see this old dude feeding pigeons. Like, c’mon man, it’s 6 AM! Get a hobby! But then, I see a little kid run up and start laughing at the pigeons. That kid’s giggle? Pure joy. Made me smile, even with my wet sock.
Fast forward to the shearing. I’m at this farm on the outskirts, near the Parc de la Mairie. The sheep are bleating like they’re auditioning for a choir. I’m in my zone, shearing away, and then I hear this loud crash. I look up, and a sheep just decided to jump over a fence like it’s in the Olympics. I swear, I almost dropped my shears.
Then, outta nowhere, the farmer’s dog, this big ol’ mutt, comes barreling in. It’s chasing the sheep, and I’m like, “Dude, chill!” But the sheep? They’re not having it. They scatter like I just set off a firecracker. I’m running after them, trying to corral ‘em back. It’s chaos! I’m laughing, I’m sweating, and I’m thinking, “This is my life?”
After the shearing madness, I head to the local café on Rue de la Liberté. I need a breather. I order a café au lait, and the barista, this cool chick, gives me a wink. I’m like, “Alright, maybe today ain’t so bad.” But then, I spill half of it on my shirt. Classic me, right?
While I’m cleaning up, I overhear some locals talking about the upcoming festival. They’re all hyped about the Fête de la Saint-Genis. I’m like, “What’s that?” Turns out, it’s a big deal! Food, music, and all that jazz. I’m thinking, “I gotta be there!”
But then, I get a text from my buddy. He’s stuck in traffic on the D306. I’m like, “Dude, it’s a Sunday! How’s there traffic?” He’s ranting about how people can’t drive. I’m laughing, picturing him stuck in his car, losing his mind.
Finally, I head home, exhausted but happy. I walk through the Parc de la Mairie again, and it’s beautiful. The sun’s setting, and the sky’s all pink and orange. I sit on a bench, just chillin’. I think about the day—the chaos, the laughter, the random moments.
Saint-Genis-les-Ollières, man. It’s got its quirks, but it’s home. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Even with the wet socks and the crazy sheep. What a day!