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There are cat people, and there are dog people. I’m a cat and dog person. I know of people who absolutely hate cats. My brother, a reformed cat hater, said that many men hate cats because you can’t control them. In all fairness, there are women cat haters, too. Here are some other reasons I’ve heard as to why people hate cats:


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In my senior year of high school, my English literature teacher liked to shoot the breeze and play Frank Sinatra records between teaching lessons. Like everyone else, I enjoyed his class, even though he made us read The Great Gatsby, one of the most boring books I’ve had the displeasure to read. One day, I don’t know how he got on the topic; he made the statement that any woman who “let” a man beat her up “enjoyed it.”

As outrageous as that sounds today, keep in mind it was 1967, and we were emerging into the hardcore feminist movement…


And other rambling thoughts

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When I moved to Mazatlan, I brought three suitcases. One for my clothes, one for my art supplies, and one for pet supplies. That was way too many for my comfort. I also had a briefcase type bag for my laptop and tablet and important papers. Oh, I forgot the two pet kennels for the cat and dog. Luckily a friend came with me to help lug all of this around.

From now on, I want to live out of one suitcase. Do people still say suitcase, or is bag the word in vogue now? …


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In my younger years, I jumped out of bed in the morning with a fully functional brain, not anymore. It seems that it takes longer and longer for the motor to warm up and kick in. That’s partly why I haven’t written anything in a while. So, this morning I’m going to write some rambling trivia. I love trivia, and it’s better than writing nothing.

I’m working on a piece about why women stay in abusive marriages. As I wrote last night, my blood pressure started shooting up. I decided to put it aside and maybe come back to it…


and a lizard, too

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Mama was a scaredy-cat when it came to just about everything, including mice, birds, and lizards. Interestingly, she grew up on what I called a farm. Mama insisted it wasn’t a farm, but I knew a farm when I saw one. My grandparents raised all of their food. They had a cow, hogs, chickens, rabbits, a goat, ducks, a huge garden, and a five-seater outhouse.

How grandma raised three scaredy-cat-daughters, I’ll never know. Mama always said that grandma wasn’t afraid of anything. I remember watching grandma wring a chicken's neck and serve it up for dinner.


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I didn’t really get rid of my car. It’s sitting in front of my daughter’s house in California. That’s it in the photo along with my three-wheel bike. That bike is something I swore I would never buy due to the stigma of it being for old people. It’s one thing to get old and another to admit you’re old, but it’s fun to ride. You can tell I like red.

Living without a car is something I’d thought about for several years, but it was impossible in California. I’ve always been ecologically conscious. I feel guilty throwing a plastic…


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My ex-mother-in-law died recently at the age of 97. She died with a sharp mind. She could carry on an intelligent conversation, and she played bridge twice a week. My grandparents on both sides of my family died with sharp minds. They remained active through their 80’s. My mother lived into her 90’s with all her marbles, too.

I’ve recently discovered that because I’m 71, people think my brain died with me still standing. They think that simply because I relocated from my home state of California to Mexico.

People keep telling me I have courage. The realtor who found…


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My children must think I’m naive, senile, stupid, or plain crazy. If you’re one of my readers, you know that I moved from California to Mexico recently at the age of 71. I didn’t wake up, one morning, thinking I’ll move to Mexico and jump in my car and start driving. I spent three years researching it. Here’s how the process went:

One day as I surfed on YouTube, I discovered a Vlog called Kinetic Kennons. They’re a young couple that moved to Mexico, and they make travel videos of the different towns and cities. When they started mentioning, how…


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I moved out of the Airbnb and into my new apartment in Mazatlan today. It´s fully furnished and nicely decorated and has two bathrooms. Everyone told me not to go through a realtor because I´d end up paying more. However, since I don´t speak the language, other than a few phrases, and it´s a new country for me, I thought it best to go through a realtor, and I´m glad I did. $700 a month for a nice place isn´t expensive to a Californian.

However, I ended up on the fringes of the ex-pat side of town, which I didn´t…


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This woman might look like she’s having fun, but every bone in her body aches, and her feet are killing her. Why? Because she spent two days running circles in the Mexico City Airport. She missed her connecting flight to Mazatlan due to waiting in line for 1 1/2 hours to get approved for a 180 stay.

Then she had to take her dog and cat to a special window to prove that they had been certified by a vet before bringing them into the country. You’d think that would be fast and easy. No, the lady looked at the…

Brendareeves

A free spirit, visual artist, writer, animal lover, introvert and independent woman.

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