Monday, March 19, 2018
Then Llara was born, and like Jack Kennedy who said he was "the man who brought Jackie Kennedy to Paris," I was the woman who brought this chubby-cheeked baby into the world.
People who never visited me, came to see the baby, including parents of my friends who also never visited before.
I could live with being a has-been among my friends and their folks, for I was in love with the baby.
Rick and I talked about getting a dog for five years or so. We wanted a rescue dog, a female, older too.
When we went to the rescue center, one of the workers put a 12-week old male mongrel (Yorkie, griffon and many other things) into my arms. It was love at first lick.
We are spending the winter in a centuries-old French village with narrow streets, where it is almost impossible to walk without greeting neighbors and chatting.
However, now when I walk down the street alone when I'm heading to do some errands that would take too long with Sherlock, I don't hear, "Ca va?" "Bonjour" or any of the other French chit chat.
My neighbors spy me and the first question is "Oú est Sherlock?"
Like a few decades ago, I can live with being a has-been to an adorable five kilos of wiggles and fur.
Posted by DL NELSON at 12:05 PM