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My husband and I , with our dog, Tate, moved to Buenos Aires.. 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, May 31, 2014

Fail

Today could be called a Day of Failures.

My visitors failed to be able to come visit .. someone doesn't feel good at all.

So far I have failed to get anything accomplished.
I tried, god knows I tried, but it was not meant to be.

The doctor here will not honor the prescription I had in Argentina for a medicine that is sold over the counter in some places .. not in NY though.
So I have to see a doctor specifically for this prescription, even though the doctor saw me a couple of days ago and told me I was fine.

I am refraining from ranting about US health care vs Other Worlds.

I decided to stay in after that but can't stand the sight of the high grass and weeds .. thriving from all the rain and sunshine.
So I went back out with the weed wacker and just got itchy.
The need for a wacker has gone, Only a honkin big lawn mower will do.
With someone else driving it ... since I sat on the thing, in the driveway, to the amusement of anyone who knows how to start a Riding Lawnmower .. I never figured out how to start the damned thing.
Put that sign on my back, the one that says Loser. Next to the sign that says Humiliation .
Then a spider dropped down just missing my face in the garage door and I squeaked like a mouse and ran in the house and gave up.


Call me a coward, fraidy cat, sissy, doofus , I don't care.
I am not going out in that yard again until someone with * you know whats* goes out there with a mower, wacker, buzz saw, guns .

Oh and lets talk about when I was wacking away , something hit me in the face .. and I got something on my foot so I picked it off and then I saw the plants that look suspiciously like poison ivy/oak.
So I ran in the house and washed my face and hands and said a few dozen prayers that they were just weeds.

Why can't spiders and bees be allergic to things .. like me ?

I fail to understand this ... they are tiny, why do they have to be Everywhere ... why don't they just live in Tinyville where all small things live and flourish??

I put some towels in the wash . I can hear it thumping. Now what ?

Tomorrow someone else can worry about it all.

I am going to go drink to my failure . And have a chocolate chip cookie .. or 3. OK... I will eat them all.

(the drink will be tea)

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

I think your drink needs to be stronger than tea!

NotesFromAbroad said...

I know, but I never drank alone and I hate to start now.. God knows what Me being Tipsy and Alone can result in ..
saludos ! :)

Indigo Dragonfly said...

{{virtual hugs}} Some days are like that. There will be many, but they will become fewer & further in between.

NotesFromAbroad said...

Tama, I think you have an excellent idea.
Truthfully, If I could have gotten the thing running, I would have managed.. but with the bees to watch our for and the whole Doing It Alone For The First Time thing, I was glad someone else did it for me.
I used to use a push mower when I was a kid and hated it then too ... especially when the green snake sat on my foot and I thought he was grass.

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