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bellisima, I can only offer Pacifico beer today. Bought it two months ago
and it just sits there waiting for visitors. My refrigerator died two days ago, everything was spoiled and I haven't gone shopping, as yet. Out of tea bags of all flavors and scents. Drinking instant coffee, as it's all that is left upon the shelves. Did I say that the old van died, too? Rats. Borrowing Mom's car tomorrow to shop, etc. Have African visitors to escort around the town and catch up with on the Lome', Togo gossip.
The President has throat cancer and I wonder what that might mean politically. AND, awaiting my promised old Volvo from my brother. Tea, I like 'manzanilla' myself. Others hate it, chamomile, in English, I think.
Bienvenida, aqui te espero..........
posted by
benzinha
on April 11, 2004 at 12:56 PM
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bridget, I have sworn to myself to adore all of the grandchildren equally
but for their separate reasons and interests and joys and concerns. Their Mexican great grandmother has her favorites and speaks of them so. It hurts my heart. I have spoken to her about it, and she is funny on the subject, but too judgemental for me....I adore her, however, and tease her about it, trying to help her to find more love inside her for the 'imposible' ones, as she calls them.
Thanks for reading my About Me page, too.
posted by
benzinha
on April 11, 2004 at 12:50 PM
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It sounds so pleasant Benzinha
that it makes me wish I could call for tea
posted by
beachbelle
on April 11, 2004 at 12:41 PM
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Your About Me page
I just read it and loved it as well. My maternal grandmother died before I was born, and my father's mother was too wrapped up in the other 9 gradchildren for me to experience that special kind of grandma love. I can live it in a small way through your writing! :)
posted by
Holy_Grail
on April 11, 2004 at 12:40 PM
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billy cargo, peaceful yes. A light rain has just begun to fall. The dogs
have split up. My old arthritic girl has come inside with me and the dog from the Indian reservation, Autumn is outside, remembering, I think, the rainy open deserts of her childhood. Bailey is with her as he prefers the outdoors, being a puppy. I fear that they will get up and play in the garden soon and bring their muddy selves to rest again on the furniture. Sigh......
The working moments between working moments are those which fill my heart with joy. I like a clean house, but live with the doors open and the dogs running in and out and it just can't be done. I have new resolutions, to stay on top of things better as I shall have many visitors this month.
posted by
benzinha
on April 11, 2004 at 12:39 PM
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midi AND Bren, I came here to be everyone's Abuelita and am yours.
I am so sorry that your grandmother is gone. We are special people in the lives of those we love. I felt that BlogitLand needed a loving grandmother who would love all bloggers unconditionally, and I do.
Thanks for taking the time to read my About Me page. I thought about what a loving Abuelita would say to her grandchildren, to welcome them to her blogs with love and then poured it out of my heart. Thanks for reading, you two.
posted by
benzinha
on April 11, 2004 at 12:33 PM
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beautifully peaceful post...
i'm amazed at how much we can get done in the spare moments between the real work we're so intent on doing...of course no moment is truly "spare", just unplanned ;-)
posted by
FreeManWalking
on April 11, 2004 at 12:27 PM
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It sounds so nice, so beautiful, so peaceful...
Sounds like a wonderful place to entertain friends. I don't know if I've ever told you this, but I have meant to: I love your "about me" in your profile. Reading it brings tears to my eyes. My grandmother died when I was three. And then my mother died eight years ago (and my dad eleven years before that). Sometimes a girl needs a grandmother, or mother, you know. Can I adopt you as mine? 
Love, Bren
posted by
Midi
on April 11, 2004 at 12:26 PM
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