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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, July 22, 2017

Memories

Home sweet home. In Argentina.
It was like a dream, being in Buenos Aires, having a home similar to many in France as well as being able to furnish it just the way I wanted to. Most things were ours but we bought the sofa there and brought along our antique lamps and this and that.
The living room faced the street, the back of the apartment where our bedroom was located faced the back ... which was also the gardens and backs of the other buildings so we slept in a quiet peaceful room with views of sky and doves nesting outside the windows. Cooing woke me each morning.

Sometimes, it seems like it was all a dream. Everything about it was lovely, we were so happy, we were all together .. Pup, my husband and I ..

I am so glad I am always taking photos of everything .. now that I am the only one left, I can remember by going through the photos ... Memories ... sad happy wonderful memories.

I Want To Be A Cat

When I met my husband I was just 21 .. he was older. I was a girl from NC by way of California and he was born and raised in NYC .. although he spent quite a lot of time living in London and India.

I was living in California, came to NYC on a visit, met my husband the first couple of days in the city and we were married a couple of months later.

So I spent half my life so far with my husband... I picked up phrases he used and little ways of doing and saying things.
He was really smart and very well traveled and sophisticated.
We were a perfect couple and I am not sure why ... old souls perhaps .. but we were so very happy.

I lived with him for many years, from the young age of early 20s ... I picked up many of his ways of thinking about things ( a good thing) and his ways of saying things ( a funny thing) and mostly just his way of not taking some things so seriously ( a very good thing if you can manage it)...

I grew up with him.. in all ways .. and I try to think of how he would manage something if I am just flummoxed by a particular behavior or something someone says to me ... I like to think that I have kept my sense of humor, although that seems to be the problem.

So many people take every single thing so seriously. Of course, to them it probably is serious but it seems that people expect everyone else to be distressed, worried, angry over someone else's problem.

I have learned about this the Hard Way.
The most recent being yesterday when I took a persons comments to be humorous.
BEEEG mistake. This is someone who has known me for a very long time ( online) and I was there for them through some pretty sad days ... days when this person was reeling from the death of a spouse. Having had a bit of that experience myself .. I try to be aware of how such a loss can change a persons personality.

For me ... it made me less likely to think before I speak.
It made me want to make someone laugh rather than moan and groan and be dreary .. nothing makes people run for the exit than a dreary widow ... or so I have been told.
Yes... one of the things that gets lost is the ability to be polite or kind in other people and the complete lack of a sense of humor.

So someone I know (for years) who has been through the same issues (loss etc) said something in an email that was just so sad and yet there was this one thing that was said that made me feel that this person was feeling worse because this person is drinking .... too much.
I would never say anything .. that is on that list of easy ways to lose a friend.
But then, what do you think happened ?  I spoke frankly without being silly or fluffy about something and I was immediately criticized and dropped ... no more friend.

It is a good thing I have 3 cats. They always like it when I talk to them, they never judge and they never walk out on me.
I try to listen to them but they don't expect much, love and kindness generally do the trick.
Unlike some people who pretend to be "friends" ...

I think I want to be a cat ... when I die I will come back as a well fed cat .. with long claws ..


Friday, July 21, 2017

Art Everywhere

Buenos Aires Street Art
You can sort of get an idea why this place is so great ... artists are encouraged, musicians, graffiti , dancers, you can see it all, on  the street, here or there ... and as you walk down the street, you hear music, in shops, restaurants, cars ... one of my favorite memories is having to go across town for some final paperwork for our residency ..
We got a taxi with a driver with a fabulous voice.
He sang along to every song on the radio.
We were so entertained, it was enchanting .. this was the taxi ride that I judged all others by ..
Walking down the sidewalk, sitting at a traffic light, always looking out the windows, looking at the buildings .. art everywhere .. music... I sure do miss it ~

Thursday, July 20, 2017

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THE FINAL WORD ON NUTRITION
After an exhaustive review of the research literature, here’s the final word on nutrition and health.:

Japanese eat very little fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than us.
Mexicans eat a lot of fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than us.
Chinese drink very little red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than us.
Italians drink excessive amounts of red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than us.
Germans drink beer and eat lots of sausages and fats and suffer fewer heart attacks than us.
The French eat foie-Gras, full fat cheese and drink red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than us.

CONCLUSION: Eat and drink what you like. 
Speaking English is apparently what kills you.

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