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My husband and I , with our dog, Tate, moved to Buenos Aires, 8 years ago. Life has never been the same since ~ Back in the USA ... life is still not the same !
It takes a lot of courage to release the familiar and seemingly secure, to embrace the new.
But there is no real security in what is no longer meaningful.
There is more security in the adventurous and exciting, for in movement there is life, and in change there is power.
Alan Cohen
"Outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend.
Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read."
Groucho Marx
The doors we open and close each day decide the lives we live.

Friday, February 27, 2015

Friday Flowers

I need some flowers in my house. With views from every window of nothing but white snow, deep white snow, some color would be good.
Although a geranium started to bloom in a pot in the window .. that was cheerful.

The weekend will involve early morning house hunters .. family visit ... time spent with the little man who has not been here for a month ! I know there are changes, walking, talking ... the possibilities are endless !

Let's hope the house sells.
I am so ready to get on with the next chapter.

Minette is sleeping behind me on this desk chair  ..
I have to get off the computer and go sit somewhere else, I want her to sleep .
Yes, it is her house, her desk, her chair, I just serve the meals.

Have a Good Weekend !

Thursday, February 26, 2015


I need good news.
Something to look forward to.
Something that would make me happy.
Something to push the sadness away .
I can go days , weeks and manage fine.
Then one day I can just wake up and it is all I can do to get out of bed.
Dragging myself around the house like a ghost .. haunting the rooms .. where I once laughed and cooked for two.
Where he sat on the sofa reading while music that he chose was playing .. there was no kitten then.
We talked about the cat we would get.
He would make me laugh with the ridiculous names he thought would be good for our new cat.
Really, none of them were good, unless we just needed to laugh every time we looked at the poor cat. It would have such a complex.
I think the best name he thought of was Rufus.
We had seen an old Tom Cat in a magazine.. he said, "now that is a Rufus "..

But instead , I wake to this tiny croaky little meow and it is Minette.
She is still tiny, her eyes are still huge and her voice is still croaky ..
I consider getting a dog when we move.
I can go for walks .. I can walk without a dog but it isn't nearly as pleasant.

There are so many things I want to do in that little house that I want to buy.
I try not to set my heart on things, disappointment is worse ..
I don't need anything new to depress me.
But If I get the little house, Minette and I might get a little puppy.
We will name him Rufus.

Monday, February 23, 2015

A New York State of Mind

A New York State Of Mind ... what does that even mean ??

Right now New York State is buried in snow, more is coming, none of it is melting and everyone is either escaping to the South (the Florida population count just doubled) and those of us hardy souls  ( lol) are left to tough it out.

Between Snow storms and   Ice storms, just to keep a touch of variety in it .. we dash out to the markets and stock up and get gas and books if we need them and do whatever has to be done before the next storm.

I got out the other day .. It is marked on my Calendar ... I GOT OUT !!!

The kitten could care less, when the sun is shining in that big living room window, she lies on  the sill ( sort of a window seat) and roasts ... she is in a sunshine coma for hours afterwards.
And boy does she feel good to pick up and snuggle ... a roasty toasty little kitten... all floppy and relaxed.
It is about the only time that she doesn't think of biting me or trying to climb on my head.
She loves me.

I went to the Supermarket. I saw all my "friends"   ... you know, the people you see once a week , the employees at the Supermarket .
They are very friendly, very helpful and remember me.
(No, I don't really refer to the people at the supermarket as my friends, for those who take me too literally  )

It helps to be remembered sometimes, you don't feel quite so isolated and unknown.
Someone once referred to me as Oh yes, you live in the house with the beautiful Gardens.
That one was nice.
But the one who said, Oh yes, I heard you lost your husband quite suddenly.. ... that one made me smile politely and run away.

To think that people would know me by one of the most tragic days in my life is mindboggling. Maybe I need a few more years to adjust .

The Little House that I want .. is in one of the wonderful Historic Towns of New York State.
Actually the History of Early America.

There are homes from that time, actually on the street where the Little House is located.
The town Library is a home from the 1700s .. the churches are all right out of a New England paintings by people like Church or Hopper or Wyeth ..

I will add myself to the list of people who will take photographs of everything ..

I can take a walk and read the plaques on the homes that used to be where traitors hid from the troops who were hunting them down.
The home of the third President of the United States, the parks that are his gardens, will be a good spot for a picnic and a book to read ..

I will get a puppy and walk the neighborhood and take photos .. always taking photos.

So here I will stay .. but the whole "Snowbird" thing will require some thought, it might not be such a bad thing .. we will see.


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