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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.

Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Morning

I woke  too early, as usual,  to cats complaining, wanting in, wanting out, fussing at each other .. this was around 5 am .. so the door was opened, they were invited to leave .. and not to come back until I called them. As if.

I dozed ... they complained, mosied around, got quiet.

I slept a little longer .. then they started pestering me again.

It was as dark as night, the house was warming up nicely .. I heard a snow plow go by .. I didn't even want to look.

Finally I felt bad about hungry cats and all that - never mind they have dishes of dry food in the kitchen and in the bathroom.
I walked into the kitchen.
Thank God I was wearing my Uggs slippers.

The floor was covered .. no exaggeration .. in broken glass.

I am not sure at the moment ( shock you know) how many glasses were out on the counter .. I would be surprised if there was more than one .
I was surprised there was one !

Of course, it couldn't be an old glass from a store long forgotten ... it had to be one of the 2 ale glasses that my husband brought back as souvenirs from London and one from Bermuda.
They were good drinking glasses but they had such sentinmental value.
This one, I think, was the biggest one, from Bermuda.
It was sad.

But my anger and the kitchen floor being completely covered with tiny pieces of glass pushed away the sadness.

I had to knock Minette out of the way a few times, finally a spritz of water in the face convinced her to exit the kitchen ... make herself scarce ... not to darken my doorstep for at least a few hours.

Merlin looked clueless and I am sure he was. He is past the age of hopping up on kitchen counters to knock treasured items on to the floor to break.

Minette did this as a wee kitten, a blown glass little rooster my daughter gave me .. I quickly learned to take everything that meant something to me and put it away out of kitten reach.
But a glass on the kitchen counter got past me ... it remained ... out there all alone .. in danger .. I was not there for it ... it died.

I am not speaking to Minette.

Good morning !

3 comments:

A Brit in Tennessee said...

Ooh dear, I'm sorry you have lost a beloved treasure that held memories of bygone times.
She'll not forget the scolding....ever.
Maybe you could keep the pieces of glass and use them for another purpose ?
~Jo

NotesFromAbroad said...

It was blown glass... they are paper thin and useless. I cut myself just picking up the pieces.

NotesFromAbroad said...

lol, Mariette ... when every thing settles down and all is quiet, then you have to get up to go to the bathroom :)
Merlin is sleeping now, I will put him on the bed and he will just continue .. Minette is on the bookcase, looking for trouble :)

g'night ~

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