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.

Monday, December 31, 2012

Sunday, December 30, 2012

There Is No Place Like Home

 My Interview on the Ex-Pat Blogs
In case you want to read how things began 

When I read various publications regarding "ex-pats", I still see the word and imagine wonderful Other Places.
Faraway places with strange sounding names.
Where one magically knows their way around and speaks the language within days.
Just like the movies .

In Real Life, it was a bit different but in many ways, it was just like the movies.

We came to Buenos Aires on a holiday, vaguely looking for a place to move to and call Home.
We considered Paris and London but finances have a pesky way of interfering in some daydreams.
After reading countless articles and seeing beautiful photos of Buenos Aires in the New York Times and Conde Nast Traveler, we decided to spend an anniversary in Argentina... see what it is like ... would we really like to live there ??

We were here for 10 days , fell in love with the city , I think, on the second day and the Love part has lasted right up to now.
In fact, I think having gotten to know the people and how great they are, I love BA even more .

I was interviewed by the Ex-Pat Blog people and I was happy to answer the questions.
What was really pleasant was the memories that came back, the pictures in my minds eye of people stopping us everywhere we went to pet Tate (Pup) and talk to us about him. ( They don't have Standard Poodles in Buenos Aires.)
The way everyone helped us if we needed directions, phone numbers, a leaky pipe fixed until the plumber could come ( that happened often).. making phone calls for us when it was beyond our abilities.. giving Pup a ride in a shiny new car , the vet coming to the house every day to be sure Pup was managing.. mostly happy memories, some very sad.

The endless trips to various Government buildings with papers awaiting their Stamp.
The fingerprinting and signing of forms.
The sitting for hours in dreary old buildings waiting for someone to call our number.
It took quite a long time but the day we became Permanent Residents was a pretty good day.
Tate was happy too. (No more waiting at home while mom and dad got up too early and came home grumpy after a long day of waiting in lines)

Tate was always happy.
He was not so thrilled with the trip here and I promised him, crossed my heart, that he would not have to do that again.
He came off that plane yodelling and frantic to pee.
How many dogs do you know who take a flight from Portland, Oregon to Texas to Argentina and Hold It ?
Thank God there was a patch of grass outside the airport doors.

We went to parks and walked the city streets and looked at apartments and met lovely people and moved in to the apartment that most fit into my dream home requirements.

100 years old, French style, 2 apartments to a floor with a totally private walled in garden in the back. A big tree outside my bedroom window with doves cooing and little tiny birds tweeting all day.
Our neighbours accepted us as if we were long lost family.
No one has been unkind, everyone has been sweet and helpful.
Why can't they come back to the US with us ???
But time goes by, changes happen and while some of them are heart breaking , some of them are
so exciting and so wonderful that it is not that hard to decide to Go Home.
Go back and start another adventure in another place that will be familiar but not.
Instead of a city, we will live in the country.
Instead of a beautiful apartment with trees and other old buildings out the windows, there will be trees and gardens and hopefully a bit more peace and quiet.
Instead of a 2 bedroom apartment, there will be an old house with rooms galore.
Enough for family and friends and anyone new that comes along.
And a new dog.
Maybe not a Standard Poodle, maybe something else. We will know when we see it.

We will be Ex-pats in our new home.
We have not been there in 6 years.
We still speak the language. That will help.
We will drive a car again. I will get to sit in the front seat again.
If we want to , we can make all the noise we want in our house.
We will explore and visit friends and family and have big gatherings at our home.
We will be Home again.

So while I recommend that everyone try to do something like we did ... I still agree with Dorothy,
There is No Place Like Home ...

Thursday, December 27, 2012

Friday Photo

The parks near our home are full of the most wonderful trees.
Pup used to love wandering in this park.
I can never get enough photos of these trees, they are so big, so old, so beautiful.
We were very lucky to find a home with this as our "backyard" ..

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Merry Merry

                                        Happy Holidays ! 

Sunday, December 23, 2012

Scrooge here

Hello Boys and Girls, Scrooge here !
Yes, Scrooge.
What ? you didn't know that Scrooge is in Argentina ?
Why, of course he is .. or she is ... Scrooge is everywhere, just like Santa and the Easter Bunny .
Well, maybe not the Easter Bunny, they would shoot that bunny faster than you can say empanada.

But Scrooge is here and she has something to say.
It is hot.
It is too hot to be Christmas.
Christmas should not be spent inside with the a/c on full blast.
Nor should it be spent on a hot sandy beach although that might be preferable to the air conditioned apartment in the city where the last bad driver on earth will be found, honking his horn at a red light.

Did I mention that this Christmas finds us in a sold apartment, waiting to move to the US ?
Counting the days until I can once again be complaining about the cold.
There are no Christmas trees here, the flowers are wilting and dead at the flower shops on the corners and there are no Christmas carols on the television.
We never bothered with a radio here.
But there wouldn't be any Holiday songs on the radio either.
Unless Ricky Martin or Shakira are the ones doing the singing.

It is too hot to cook so Christmas dinner at our house will look something like pasta .
Or pizza .
Or a sandwich that doesn't have to be cooked.

Hopefully, not too long after the New Year, someone will Take Us Away and we will be back in the USA.
Where I can once again whine about things.

Until then . . . It is dreadfully hot.
Freckles pop out , brains fry, white skin looks an unpleasant hot pink color.
Movie theatres and malls over-air conditioned.
So while you are sweating your brains out walking down the street to the mall, be sure to carry a warm sweater in your bag , upon arrival, the sweat on your brow will freeze.

And remember, while you are sitting before  the fire, warming your little cold feet and hands, dreaming of Santa and his sleigh, give a thought to those of us who are huddled by the air conditioner, dreaming of Santa and a moving van ..
Merry Christmas .. really.

Thursday, December 20, 2012

Friday Photo

Oh, how I will miss these buildings.


I am a firm believer in Celebrations.
I was raised by very young parents who made sure there were birthday parties complete with decorations and cakes and candles and Christmas trees fully decorated and presents at all times.
My dad was one of those poor men who climbed the ladder to string the lights along the edge of the roof.
A birthday was not a birthday unless there were presents, cards and some surprises .. every year, no matter what.
Because of this, I never let a birthday go by without a celebration of some sort, presents, decorations if possible and lots of cards.
As you age, you don't really lose the need for presents and cards and loving wishes, you actually need them more.
I mean, really, think about it. Each year brings something new and as we all get along in years, they become more precious.
So why not celebrate them ?
In honor of my husbands birthday, which was not celebrated fully in one day , we went to the Alvear Palace Hotel here in town and had drinks in the Lobby Bar .. toasting another year with the man I love.
There is nothing more posh than the Alvear Lobby Bar .. if you don't believe me, ask the movie stars and rock stars who end up there sooner or later.
We sat on a cushy velvet sofa tucked into the corner so we could do all the people watching we wished,  this spot  is always excellent for People Watching.

After having our drinks and deciding to window shop a bit on the way home, we wandered through the new mall down the street , where I realized that no matter where you are, what the language is that others speak, the weather or time of year , Christmas is pretty much the same.
Trees, Santa and Toys for all the Good Girls and Boys.

Of course I forgot my phone and camera so I don't have my own photo of the huge Christmas tree in the hotel that looks like it is made of white crystal.  Nice .
Enjoy your Celebrations, whatever they are ~

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

until Tomorrow

Someone very near and very very dear to me is having a Birthday.
A day and night of celebrating is ahead.
I will be back tomorrow.

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Country Life

Wistfully Country
Thanks to my friend Mimi, I have fallen in love with a new tumblr blog.
It is called Wistfully Country .. perfect name , in my opinion.

I am sitting here with the air conditioning on at 9:30 pm. It has been very hot and a little humid for days now.
Now that it has stopped raining.
We have a new and large mosquito population and so far, they have all found me available for a bite.
Benadryl is my  drug of choice along with OFF spray and I am considering one of those hats with the mosquito netting .. except maybe mine will drag on the ground ..
I will waft through the streets draped in mosquito netting, until the nice men in white coats drag me away.
As long as they drag me somewhere mosquito-less, I am not going to complain.

Now, where was I ? Ahhh, yes, The Country.
I am leaving this country to move back to my home country.
While there we will be in The City for a short amount of time then we will move north to  ...
The Country.

We will find a little house in the woods and settle down for a new sort of life, as Country Mice.
City Mice have a lot of fun and see a lot of City Things but then there comes a time, for some of us, when we don't want to hear cars and horns, we want to hear birds and crickets.

I know some City People that get paranoid and off - balance after a night out of the city, they are City people to the core.
But I think that I , having been a City person for a long time, now want to get back to my Country girl roots.

I look at houses on-line and imagine the flower gardens, the landscaping, the vegetable gardens.
I plan where I will put the rows of sunflowers , the bird feeders, the wind chimes.
I read about paint colors and country kitchens and painting sky blue ceilings on porches.
I talk with my husband about the car that will carry 2 people, several people, any babies that might happen along and a nice big dog.
We speak of things like firewood and acres and how many fireplaces and no lake but maybe a stream ?

I daydream about antiquing and cooking a family meal and having everyone around the table, for the first time in many many years.
We are vagabonds. Our children share this gene.
One lived in Asia for many years, one lives in the Southern US and we, well we live all over the place.. but now we are going to go Home.

To the country.
Which will seem like going to yet another foreign country, but we will speak the language.
I hope.

Monday, December 17, 2012

Monday Look at this Blog

A Breath of Fresh Air

I recently discovered this blog and have enjoyed browsing through the stories and photos.. it is  relaxing and charming and just lovely.
So I will share my newest discovery, go take a look at A Breath of Fresh Air .. you will see, it is.

Saturday, December 15, 2012

Friday, December 14, 2012

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Taking the day off

                   We will be back sometime this evening.
                   We are going on a journey ..    far far away.

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Cranky Town

Welcome to Busy Town. . or some might say Cranky Town.
Aside from the government officials who zoom around by helicopter daily, we have other , I suppose- lesser officials, who travel by auto, zooming through the city streets.
We are alerted to this, every time, by  the  motorcycle police  and police cars, speeding down the streets with horns and sirens going and among all the lesser official cars, there will be one shiny big black car .. 
Being mostly Clueless  in Buenos Aires, we have no idea who they are or where they are coming from or going, it is still a tiny moment of pomp and Argentine Hooplah.

( I did recognise the flags of the officials from Israel who went zooming down our street a couple of years ago, that was very cool. )

A few blocks from here, we have some mighty grand and beautiful hotels.
Large hotels with security. 
They are just right for those who come here with an entourage and require 24 hour a day pampering and bowing and scraping.
Madonna is here.

And in the Sports World, the one I pay a tiny bit of attention to,  Roger Federer and Juan Martín del Potro are here too.
I am sure there are many more luminaries here, but these are the ones that are the most recent and fussed over at the moment.

Now on to other Cranky-ness...

This will garner no sympathy for me, but my housekeeper didn't show up again for the 4th time. 
Forget about the fact that we have a maid who comes once a week, this is the way things are done here, everyone has a maid .. they call them maids too. Not housekeeper . 
Mine calls in sick ... often. 
Actually she just doesn't show up. Often.

She is here once then the rest of the month, she has some sort of health emergency.
I generally have never really cared but this is her 4th Wednesday illness in a row.
I think it has something to do with finding out we sold the apartment and we are moving.

So this all leads me to complain about the noise of our vacuum cleaner, the funny scent it leaves behind , how tiresome I find people who sit in traffic that is obviously going nowhere and still honk incessantly and the lady upstairs has allowed her pipes to leak ( in other words, after the last leak, she did nothing to repair them) and we now have water stains on an otherwise new clean white ceiling. 
And we will have to hire a painter and pay for the repairs. 

Some things in life are just not fair ... ( obvious ploy for sympathy)

So being busy   complaining and all,   we will drag my whining self   to the Mall.
Where there is pretty music, mighty air conditioning and many many shops.

I will no doubt find something I have to buy and probably will return in a much better mood.. and maybe not so cranky.

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

One of those days ~

It is just one of those days.
You know, those days. 
When you have zero energy and you know there must be something that must be done but you just don't have to energy to even think about it.

When it takes you 3 hours and too many cups of coffee to just get into the shower.

When you can't think of what to wear because it either doesn't look right ( to your own critical eye- there is always someone who will tell you , you look great .. I love him but I don't think I do.)

When you forgot to turn on the air conditioning while dressing and now nothing feels comfortable and everything looks awful ... awful, I tell you !!

So what do you do ?
You go into another room, where there are no clothes watching you with disapproval, you turn the air conditioning on high and you sit down and lose yourself in the internet . 
Time passes, you are not hot, you are not thinking about what to wear and which shoes are the most comfortable.
You cheer up.

Then you go find something to wear and leave the house ..
Before you reach the corner, you wish you had not worn what you are wearing, wish that it were still winter and wish that someone else would do the shopping.

A stop at the bakery barely cheers you up. 
You know that that scone will find its way to your waistline. 
Scones are like that ... They always do.

Then to the market where we buy many bottles of sparkling water and one bottle of wine and scurry home as fast as our hot little feet can carry us.

Ahhhhh~ closed shutters, air conditioning on full blast, a bottle of cold sparkling water and pretty music coming from another room.

Nice ~
Maybe tonight, we will go for a walk .. when the sun is gone and the mosquitoes are out and I will have something new to whine about.

Monday, December 10, 2012

ExPat Bloggers

The last days of the 2012 ExPat Blog  Awards are passing by and I want to thank those of you who voted for me with your   very lovely and kind comments ..

ExPat Blogs in Argentina 

You can go take a look, enjoy reading a variety of blogs and you can vote for me  !

When we were researching Buenos Aires  , before coming here, before even making the final decision, I started to do this sort of reading.
I wanted to know what other ExPats had to say about living in Buenos Aires.

One of the first blogs I read was Saltshaker and I was thrilled when we got to meet him here and owe him great thanks for all the help he gave us.
He was the one I would dash off an email to with any question, frantic for answers, Dan had them.
And he never once sounded like I was making him crazy with my questions.
A couple of other bloggers that I read were interesting and helpful but left Argentina in the past couple of years.
Whatever we do, wherever we go , things like this are what we remember.
When you were needing help, advice, council or just directions, to be able to ask a perfect stranger on the internet and get quick helpful answers ...  Priceless .

So go take a look, look at Dans blog .. and vote for me .

Sunday, December 9, 2012

A Summer Sunday

Sundays here are much like Sunday back in the US .. we get up later, we spend more time over newspapers ( here, they are all online) and drink copious amounts of coffee. ( Brazilian Santos, French roasted, deliciosa !)

Then we   get dressed and prepare to go out and face the sunshine.
One of us takes longer to get ready, find the right shoes, where is the camera, do I need the phone ?, he patiently says no.. and we are off.

Today the sunshine is lovely, bright, not a cloud in sight and after a few minutes, you can actually feel the freckles popping out ... no ! really !
Standing on the corner of a huge boulevard with no shade, waiting for the light to change, you can almost feel that little sizzle when exposed skin is starting to get just a tiny bit too much sun.

It is a relief to get across the street, dodging taxi drivers and buses, to get to the shady side of the street.
Like little cats , we slink along the shady side, hovering in doorways when we wait to cross streets, popping into air conditioned bakeries and markets, then stopping for a little spell on a park bench , in the shade, in the park.

Snacking on fresh baked scones from  the bakery, we chat about the weather, the people in the park and most interesting to us these days, the plans for returning to the United States  and all the details that need to be planned for, thought of, looked forward to.

The only thing that makes me sad about going back to the US is that I have to leave all the people in Buenos Aires behind.
I haven't figured out how to get around that .. I guess it just means I will be planning a lot of visits back here.

After running errands , taking photos as we dashed from one shady spot to the other, we decided that the best place to be today is at home, with the air conditioning.

So here we are.
I, blogging and looking at houses online.
My husband , reading.
All we need is a little cat before the (imaginary) hearth and Pup lying by my chair.

A perfect Summer Sunday ..
the walk home

Friday, December 7, 2012

Friday Photo

The Jacarandas are at their peak, there are small areas around the trees where the ground is  purple from the fallen petals.
The scent has been wonderful, the sight of them has been incredible.
I am pretty sure that this year has been the best for the Jacarandas in Buenos Aires.
(I am pretty sure I say this every year)

Thursday, December 6, 2012

On A Rainy Day

It is raining. It is pouring. All we need is the old man who is snoring.
We had hail.
That was interesting to watch, chunks of ice going past the french doors, plants getting a tiny bit battered.
Pedestrians hiding under awnings and in doorways. . cars getting dented .. huge puddles at all the corners so people are crossing mid street or in some cases, jumping the puddles.

We all know that if I were doing the jumping, I would most likely land exactly in the middle of the puddle .. splashing those around me, soaking myself , ruining my shoes and generally making me unhappy.
So I sit here in my tower, looking down at the street, the people scurrying here and there and feel glad that I can be right where I am .

This is how I often feel about living here.
I am glad to be where I am.

Lately , however, there are feelings that reflect a change.
People far away, loved ones, need me to be where they are .
Not exactly right next to them  , maybe, but in the general vicinity.

Change is good.
We should all keep changing , otherwise, we stagnate, become bored and boring.

There was a toxic leak today in town.
I woke to that sound again ... sirens.
It is so unpleasant .. when you realise that even while you were sleeping, you were hearing sirens.
Fire trucks, ambulances, police sirens.
Something is wrong.

Not so long ago, there was a train crash here, the sirens woke me.
Hearing sirens all day is a dreadful reminder of living somewhere else when something unimaginable happened and sirens wailed for days and days.
I could really live without ever hearing that sound again.

My plants are getting watered. This is a good thing.
It is not so hot , this is a very good thing.

I am going to find a new book and settle down in the pillows and read ... perhaps about a detective in the rural parts of England, perhaps a detective in Sweden , perhaps a fashion magazine.

I have gotten to the point where I study fashion magazines like I used to do homework, making notes, keeping reminders, one day I will be able to visit those stores, I plan to be well versed in their inventory.

But for now, a good Murder Mystery will occupy my time.

What do you like to do on a rainy day ?

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

A Hot Summer Day

On a hot summer day, here in Buenos Aires, we do what we used to do back in the United States.
We went to a movie.
I took  along a light sweater, and wore it .. because much like the theatres in the US, they over-air condition.
It felt great to walk out of the theatre back into the blazing hot sunshine.

There is a lot of traffic .. thank to a  Subway strike.
And along with this comes the sound of a lot of horns honking, sirens too.
I saw some very Hollywood- ready Motorcycle police and many groups of tourists, maps in hand, cameras around their necks, all looking just a bit shell-shocked, sweaty and stunned.

Buenos Aires will do that to you.
For maybe a day.
Then you start walking around with this silly grin on your face and you find yourself practicing your Spanish .. and being delighted when the locals respond with big smiles and you know they appreciated your even trying.
Not that they understood you, but they are too polite to mention that .

We saw a terrible movie.
I hate to mention the name, they don't really deserve the free publicity.
We will just say that Christopher Walken was in it and we expected better.
He was wasted in this.

We expected someone to come to the house while we were gone and to leave it in spic and span, tip top shiny clean condition and found that she did not show up.
I have decided that I have to get our keys back from her and tell her Adios y Gracias .
Yes, I know how to fire someone in Español.

I have decided to quit posting on these Online forums where people volunteer to help other people who are traveling and end up being insulted by people who think they are experts.
We all know that I am the expert around here and that unless I get the respect due to me, I will leave .. in a huff.
Picture me flouncing out of the room, tossing my hair , take that .

( Impressed ?)
No, I didn't think you would be .. I have to practice my flouncing. 

So this is early Summer in Buenos Aires.
For 2 weeks now I have been wanting to go to the area north of the city called Tigre.
I want to be near the water, see the homes on the Delta, ride in a boat , fight off man-eating mosquitoes and live to tell the tale.
But there are these Train strikes.
Even when they are not striking, I am afraid they will strike while we are away and we won't be able to get back home.
So we stay in town.
I am working on a plan, different town, closer to BA, we can take a taxi if they actually strike and we are stuck.

Which leads me to look forward to those car dealerships we will visit in the US ..

Monday, December 3, 2012

Lazy Summer Days

Summer has hit.
Full blast.
Temperatures in the 80's and pure sunshine.
Freckles have been known to pop out on the arms of some people as they walk down the street, prompting those people to constantly cross the street to be sure to walk on the Shady Side.
Now and again, there is no Shady Side and then a person has to take Drastic Measures.
Walking Through the Mall.
It is sometimes a sacrifice, but Walking Through the Mall is better, cooler and safer for the skin than going down the sidewalk next to the mall, in the sunshine.
If one needs to stop and rest, the Mall has cafes and places to rest as well as shops to stand in and admire ones surroundings , while staying safe from the heat and sun .. and who knows if something might jump out and ask to be taken home ... stranger things have happened.

Walking home the other day, through the park, in the shade .. we passed dozens of birds, doves and parrots, all "grazing" in the grass , as we walked by , they just moved over, not even worried, not flying away in a panic, they just moved out of the way.
I got photos but what I really wanted was a Green Parrot.
They are so green.. big .. beautiful things. Noisy and loud but beautiful.
All sorts of exotic summer flowers are blooming, the parks are at their peak of beauty, I think.

 It will last for months before things go brown and dried up..
Summers are long here .. they are also pretty wonderful.

The skies are generally always clear and you can count the stars, they are all much closer than in some other places .. really ! and they are bigger ..
I swear it ! and they are also more white.
Cross my heart , they are !

No one is cooking at my house.
Well, yes,  the coffee maker works in the morning and now and then some bread is toasted .. but if it is not a sandwich or salad, it isn't getting made here .
There are 2 bowls of dark red cherries in the fridge.
There is a bowl of big fat strawberries.
There was a half a watermelon but someone made a pig of herself and ate most of it... swearing she would never eat again.
She lied.

Nice thing about summer here, late at night , you can take a walk and the cafes are full, tables outside, people eating and talking and laughing until well after 11-12:00 pm ..
We used to take long walks at night through the neighborhood, with Tate.
He loved the cooler temperatures and we could walk for a longer time with him. I enjoyed the quiet and the feel of walking emptier sidewalks with just my husband and the dog and the scents of cooking , wood smoke and summer air. Since Tate died, we don't take those walks anymore. Somehow, it is not the same.

Christmas is coming.
Hot summer Christmas Day.
I never got used to it .
But presents are just as fun in summer as winter ... remember that !

Monday, Look at this Blog !

Maison Boheme

Today I want you to go take a look at Sarah's blog.
She has this lovely mix of fashion, style, design and "real life" ..
I always find things I want  in my home someday and I enjoy reading about her family and how she manages ..  She inspires me ~ Go take a look, say hello ~

Sunday, December 2, 2012

Thank you !

These are  for you

To thank you for reading my blog.
In the mornings when I open this blog and I see that little "Feedjit", live traffic feed .. I can see the locations of the readers of this blog.
Maybe it is childish of me or I am not blasé enough yet, but I get a little thrill when I see Israel, France, Washington DC , Mexico, Japan  !
It is really a kick to see that right at that moment, someone in such far away places (with strange sounding names) is reading my blog.
This encourages me and makes me feel that I am not actually spending my time, talking to myself.

So   Thank you.,  Muchas gracias, спасибо, Merci,  Grazie, dank u,  , תודה , danke,  ありがとう,
obrigado,  tack,  diolch i chi,  谢谢  !

Saturday, December 1, 2012

Lying in the Dark Dreaming

There was a time that I lay in the dark dreaming of a new place to live.
Sometimes it would be a place I read about in a novel, a place I had seen  in a magazine, or heard a story about.

Sometimes it would be a setting in a movie .
I would see me there instead of the main characters .. I like that.

Those would have me living in the Cotswolds in England, taking long rambles through the countryside, avoiding the fields where large bulls would graze.
Sitting down to tea with my husband and deciding if dinner was going to be at the local Pub or perhaps I would cook.. for a change.

Or we would be wandering the back streets of Montmartre where I would buy the small amount of food we could afford and take it back to our garrett, on the 10th floor of the charming walk-up that we could afford.
We were very fit in those dreams.

Now I just daydream about moving back to the country we are from, to the state that we are from, to the family that we miss.

But of course, all this dreaming enables me  to take the house that was For Sale, that I  saw online and imagine our furniture in the rooms, our new dog and cat , along with a garden .

So now it is all about throwing things away and looking at the Real Estate websites.
And I lie in the dark, dreaming of the old farmhouse with a large front porch  where grand babies might come stay and grandmothers can dote upon them.

I think my husband just dreams of finding the right car .
Then the right house in the right town.
And driving.
You don't realise how much you like to drive until you live for years without a car.

I have not driven a car in 5 years.

I have not sat in the front seat of a car in 5 years.
I have not eaten Turkey and dressing or cranberry sauce.
I have not had lobster.
I have not had pasta with calamari.
I have not shopped in one J Crew, Banana Republic, Bloomingdales or Saks !
Feel sorry for me yet ?

So when I can't sleep, I lie in the dark and ... rock babies, drive cars , shop and eat.

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