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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 29, 2014

Friday photo - Magical

If I tried and tried again, I don't think I would ever manage to photograph a hummingbird ..
In the neighborhood, in Buenos Aires, Argentina.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

The Cat Whisperer

Minette thinks she rules this house but I just let her think that .
I am very diplomatic that way.

She runs amok, knocking things over and off and down.
She sits in windows watching chipmunks.
She sits by the doors in the garden room, on a pillow that is meant just for her, watching for chipmunks.
She might be getting just a little neurotic.

If I walk into a room and make the sound CHI ... as in CHIpmunk .. she flies across the room to the window or door and stares intently, where is the chipmunk.
She is easy to mess with.

I can leave her at the window staring and go to the supermarket and have a nice drive home and she will be in the same spot ...

Neurotic might not be a strong enough word.

When she takes breaks from obsessing over chipmunks ... she concentrates on getting my attention.

She manages this by ... walking where she should not . Dresser tops, kitchen counters, glass stove top !!
generally irritating me ..
As in just now, trying to climb into the trash basket. Which fell over. Which spilled papers out ..

She laughs at me when I scold her.

But she does understand when I hold my finger or hand up in front of her face .. she bites .. she loves me therefore she bites me.
I have tiny holes all over me ... I am well loved.

So I hold my hand in front of her face and tap her on the nose... she Hates that !
Now if she starts to chew on me, I hold my hand up and she immediately flattens her ears and stops biting.

She just fell into the trash basket, time to go  ... we must have a Talk.

I am the Cat Whisperer ..

Monday, August 25, 2014

A little friend

We all need friends, large or little.
Minette needs a friend  and I think I found one for her.
Even the blonde hair color .. definitely going to look into this.
Thank you to Living the Life in St Aignan for the inspiration and the photo !!

Sunday, August 24, 2014


There is nothing like the silence of  a house when it was,  for a little time, full of laughing , talking, baby noises. Happy noises.
Full of  questions, recipes, music, kitten appreciation, baby appreciation .
All those  lovey noises.

And then those silent noises .. the ones that your heart hears ...
Hugs, and pats, soft touches . Loving touches.
Then there are the tiny baby kisses and even tiny kitten kisses.

The sighs of a baby who is just too worn out from all the fun to keep his eyes open another minute.
The tiny sigh of a kitten who can't stand guard over the chipmunks AND a baby any more.
The sighs of satisfaction when a dinner is appreciated ..
The feelings of satisfaction when the cook is appreciated.

The quiet of walking around the garden in the morning sun, saying goodbye for now to that little one.
The quiet heaviness of a heart that has to say goodby .. see you soon.
I will miss you. Blow kisses !

Saturday, August 23, 2014


How people treat you - it is their Karma.
How you react -  is yours.

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