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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.

Saturday, November 3, 2012

Saturday

Saturday for us, in Buenos Aires, is much like Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday etc.
Except there are more people out and traffic is lighter.
Traffic being lighter is due to Friday Night Traffic Hell, as everyone who has a car and somewhere to go  outside of the city, sits in traffic in the city and honks their horn until they get out.
Saturdays and Sundays are a treat in the Summer.
Quiet, not so crowded, shops and restaurants not too busy..
I like Saturdays ..
I like weekends, even though we don't work, it still has something special about it.

Saturday is a good day to hit the bakeries and pick up a weeks supply of scones.
Saturday is not a good day to go to the ATM  machines.
They are almost always empty on weekends.

Today started out well with the realtor calling and saying he was bringing a buyer
( I love it that he calls them all, buyers... if only one of them actually is).. at noon.
I answered the phone with a coffee cup in one hand, still in my pyjamas, hair on end , completely off-guard. He has never brought anyone here on a weekend before !
Could this mean something ?

The buyer and the realtor got off the elevator ( there are only 2 apartments to a floor, so the elevator stops in front of our living room door).
And there was the realtor, there was the silver haired gentleman and there was his brown Labrador Retriever.
He offered to leave the dog outside, but we said no, please, come in.
So for the first time since Pup died, there was a dog in the house.
A beautiful brown dog with golden eyes and a sweet disposition.

It felt really weird having a strange dog in the house, I kept thinking of my boy.. how he would have loved to have had a visitor to play with.
How he would have loved a sunny day like today when he could spend hours in the park, sniffing and exploring and eventually growing bored and lying down next to me and people watching with us.

Let's hope this Saturday means a change for us , that someone is going to make an offer and we will call the movers and get started on our new life.








4 comments:

  1. Chocolate labs bring love and good luck.

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  2. Lets hope the silver haired man was a "buyer" fingers crossed Candice sending positive thoughts your way for the new life start!
    Carla x

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  3. Good luck. You teared me up writing about Tate.

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  4. Good luck with the buyer.
    Your thoughts on Tate teared me up

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