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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, August 28, 2015

A View






Looking out the French doors in the living room in our apartment in Buenos Aires.
Tate liked stepping out and looking down at the street, the people across the street .
My husband was so happy when we moved and settled in and across the street was an ice cream shop. He was a total ice cream lover. The ice cream in Buenos Aires was excellent. I know because we tested it just about every day. Some were better than others but I don't remember ever having any that was bad.
That view fulfilled my wishes for living in Paris. as far as the look of things.
I am very homesick for Buenos Aires and I am comforted by the fact that by living in Florida, my trip to visit BA will be less expensive or at least not as long ..
Soon we will start talking about decorating a condo in Florida .
One that is located on a Nature Preserve. 
Birds, lots of birds.
My cats will thank me every day for moving South.
I am working on sticking to all the positives and not thinking about the negatives.
There will be Happiness again .. 

Thursday, August 27, 2015

A Bedtime Story

This will give you something to read before you go to sleep.

I was watching Suits. The show was over. It was quiet. I was lying on the sofa petting a big hairy cat. Then I heard it.

2 gunshots.
At night.
Where I live.

I jumped up and turned on the lights to be sure someone knew there was a house here and ran for the phone and called the police.

There is a farm just up the street, with a lot of nice animals.
There are old people around me and families and who the Hell is shooting a gun at night here ???

The police woman ( a mere girl but about 6ft tall) came to the door.
She was super nice and curious also about who would be shooting at night.

Then another car came, they both went patrolling.

I don't think this is fun.
I don't want to be alone in a house with 2 cats with someone shooting a gun/rifle outside ...

Time to move.
I don't want to move.
I have to move.
Better move.

The cats and I are off to bed.
I will tell them the story of the Cat that went to Argentina and learned to Tango.
He was a very handsome cat and all the kitties loved him and wanted him to dance with them.
But he only had eyes for one kitty.
A Southern kitty.
She knew he liked her but she pretended not to notice.
Then he asked her to dance.
They fell in love. Dancing together through the years, having 2 little kitties of their own.
Then one day, he died.
And the poor little girl kitty was lost and forlorn and so very sad.
So she decided to leave home and go to  dance in a new place.



to be continued ~

Thank you !

I am going to be super busy in the next months with packing, moving, unpacking etc.
The odds are there will be little time to post and probably nothing that interesting.
Thanks to the poster who commented to me that I was a "trainwreck" ... I guess I am
wearing out my drama.

So thank you to all of you who have been so kind and concerned and full of helpful and friendly advice, those who know me and those who don't.
Thank you for some really good ideas and for just being there.

I guess you will hear from me, when I am settled and can blog again ..

Thank you .. thank you ... thank you !

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