"Outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend.
Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read."
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
Monday, October 20, 2014
Everything I loved, everything that I enjoyed and knew and wanted ... changed. Most of it was lost.
I am better, I guess I am stronger, I am still grieving and still wonder what is going to become of me.
But I have Minette and my children . I lived through this first year ... I count those as the positives.
Thank you , you know who you are, for the notes and sweet thoughts.
We muddle through life, whatever it throws at us or takes away from us.
Be happy. Enjoy your life and the ones you love .. kiss them and tell them you love them .. every day.
Posted by NotesFromAbroad at 9:10 AM
Sunday, October 19, 2014
Saturday, October 18, 2014
The gardens are over the ankles deep in leaves, the geese fly over in squadrons, honking and the chipmunks are crazy with busyness ...
I throw out whatever I think they might like, fatten them up for the months ahead ... so far they do appreciate pistachios in the shell, no salt .
Not to mention the bird seed that gets thrown out ... some days I look out the windows and see cardinals, blue jays and doves, little sparrows and chipmunks .. all noshing on seeds.
A Peaceable Kingdom ... with Minette watching every move, tail twitching, the rest of her still as stone.
I wonder what she would actually do if she were out there ... she has no idea she is so small.
In her mind, she is a lion walking around the house .. she is so brave, my little tiny cat.
Today I grabbed her off the bed and swooped her up in the air and she made the tiniest of little sounds .. eek !
I held her close and apologized, she must have felt like she was flying .. or being thrown.
So we had a lovely little love -in on the bedroom floor , which ended when she bit my nose.
That kitten has the sharpest teeth, my hands are covered in tiny red dots .. my arms too.
I wonder what people think when they see my arms .
I don't care what people think when they see my arms.
I have been nesting.
I have recipes.
Today will be pastries wrapped around tomatoes and gouda.
It will go nicely with the homemade soup.
Have to go now, the kitten just fell into the sink.
Posted by NotesFromAbroad at 11:56 AM
Friday, October 17, 2014
Beginning with the fact that it is done all in cash .. cash that you bring to the table and everyone around that table counts it .
Which calls for the closing to be in a very secure building with a lot of bullet proof glass and guards with rather large guns and automatic locks on all doors .. it sort of had me terrified but I was so excited about the fact that we had finally found our home, my sort of dream home.
Finally we could have the movers deliver out belongings that had been sitting for months somewhere in BA , waiting for a home ... hoping no one had broken, lost, stolen anything ..
We had made friends with a man who owned a company that renovates homes so we just had to choose few things and make some ideas known to them...
We wanted to live in a home that was as authentic an Argentine home as possible. No modern, (North) American fixtures and styles.
We spent hours each day, wandering the streets where furniture shops waited for us.
San Telmo , where miles of Antique shops tempted us..as well as vendors outside on weekends.
We went to Avenida Belgrano where furniture was piled high in vast rooms.
We ended up with some lovely things .. a sofa, that is still great .
We went to the Thonet showroom and bought a dining room table and chairs.
We bought antique chandeliers in San Telmo then had to have them rewired and installed but wow , they were the perfect touch in those old rooms with 18' high ceilings.
Our days were full, adventures, laughing, kissing and loving where we were and what we were doing .. and Pup was enjoying everything too.
He liked his new found popularity.
To Be Continued:
Posted by NotesFromAbroad at 9:52 AM
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
After visiting Buenos Aires and seeing the architecture , the streets and doors and balconies and generally the charm and Old World beauty of the buildings, parks and streets , I was determined to have an apartment that was just as charming and Old World , hopefully as French as the buildings that I liked so much.
We looked at apartments with our realtor and every single one had one thing or another that made them No Good. Not good for us ..
I wanted charm .. I didn't want post war modern or whatever that look was ... depressing and sterile with hard surfaces and cheap products ..
I had been in a couple of apartments that were on high floors with amazing views but they were super modern and the elevators worried me.
Yes, elevators often worry me.
I get on them, I go up and down and say nothing, show nothing but there is that frisson of ...worry.. that it might stop , for no reason .. and I might have to stay inside it for a while.
Alone or with people... it almost doesn't matter ... any scenario that has me in an elevator that is not going Up or Down is not a good one.
We rented an apartment upon arrival .. 5th floor, 3 bedrooms , huge kitchen and living room with a view.
But ... the elevator just fit my husband and I and believe me .. we were not large people ..
Pup fit in with us but he wasn't happy about it.
And I kinda freaked out every time it would do an extra little hop when it went up or stopped.
The next apartment we rented ( because we were having a hard time finding one we wanted to buy).
had a similar elevator but in a more modern ( 60's ?) building ...
Two humans and a Standard Poodle was a squeeze.
We were on the 6th floor.
If it went straight up with no stops, I was able to breathe Okay .. if there was any stopping or starting or jerking around, I got out and walked up the stairs.
I got into shape really fast when we moved to Buenos Aires.
So one day walking with the realtor and being sad because everything was ugly and we never saw anything like I had imagined, we saw a For Sale sign .. VENDE ..
While we stood there and waited with high hopes , the realtor called the number and got us an appointment for the next day.
We tried hard not to get our hopes up.
It was a block from a huge boulevard.
It was 2 blocks from miles of parks. Pup got his hopes up.
to be continued ..
Posted by NotesFromAbroad at 7:53 PM
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