We’ve had a lovely bit of very welcomed sunshine lately to brighten up what’s been an emotional time. As we’ve completed our seventh year in France we also lost the last of the dogs that came with us from Spain; Our dearest Morgan, one of the great loves of my life. But I shan’t linger on that because sometimes for me explaining pain only compounds the feeling.
Mike had an excision on the 15th and all went very well. Now they test the margins of what they removed to see if there are any cancer cells left and if so they cut a bit more where needed, if not they proceed with the skin graft Wednesday. This time it’s a considerably smaller tumour, which is excellent. Also, we know how the whole process goes which means we’re much less stressed as compared to the last time.
Now with the good news. We have a new niece, so to keep little Miro company now there’s a Matilda. One is simply a child, but two is a whole new generation of a family. To celebrate this new generation of Gwilyms, I got a 19th century French dinner service emblazoned with a G that came up for auction in Bordeaux. We’ll use it when they come to visit and they can divide it amongst themselves when they have their own homes eventually. Anyway, I thought it would be a charming thing to have to pass on to them one day.
In the world of art, work has been better than ever. There are some really exceptional things at the house at the moment which we get to keep for a while until they’re sold. The pieces we sent off to Madrid for auction sold well, so now I’m preparing a whole new set of things to put on the market. All gorgeous!!! Pictures of the highlights are coming.
Also in work-related news we’ve had the shutters at Building II (rue Galibert Ferret) re-painted. They used to be a fairly sad dark green and now they’re Bleu Seram, which I love. I’ll take some pictures of that soon too. The painting was done by Deprez Peintures and we’re thrilled with their work. We didn’t have to worry about a thing. They just got on with it, all well done, all on time. Superb.
And to finish off with a bit more good news; Mike thought, quite rightfully, that instead of me staying in bed sad about Morgan, it would be good to have something constructive to occupy my mind. So after visiting the shelters here and in Castres, we met a young man called Rémy. He’s a Griffon Bleu de Gascogne and had spent four years at the shelter.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!!! And if you’re from a different culture, happy holidays!
So sad about Morgan. I’m glad Rémy is there to take away some of the pain. Hope all of you have a very Merry Christmas and a spectacular new year.
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Merry Christmas! Rémy is rediscovering the world, which means constant bursts of energy and affection. That’s certainly keeping us very busy 🙂
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always sad to lose a pet friend. But you’ve given him a wonderful life and now you can give someone else that too.
looking forward to the pictures!
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Yes, I keep telling myself I gave Morgan every bit of adoration I had in me, but somehow when I lose an animal it sort of always feels like a personal failure. Like I’ve done something wrong. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if the mind thought more statistically instead of associatively?
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yep, i always feel if I had just done “something” better I’d still have my beasties with me.
The human mind is indeed annoying 🙂
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Dear Pink, such a holiday gift you have given us! I am always suffused with pleasure upon reading your updates. Thank you. Being a cat person I did not understand the level of attachment one gets to a dog. Now that I have a dog, I understand and commiserate with you in your mourning.
I wish you both . . . and Rémy . . . a gloriously happy New Year!
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To you and yours too, Steve! Is the cold harsh this year in Chicago?
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Very sorry to hat of the loss of Morgan…and so glad that you felt able to take in Remy…four years in a shelter, poor lad!
Looking forward to seeing the work in hand next year…and wishing you both and the menagerie a merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
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It was one of those cases where I thought that if I didn’t have another big thing to take on, I’d collapse into myself and never move again. So here we are 🙂
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Merry Christmas to you and Mike as well, Pinky. And an apology: I haven’t been here recently because I don’t seem to be getting notifications of your posts. I’ll have to go through the WP settings to see why. Haven’t been ignoring you. 😦
I’m so sorry about Morgan. -hugs-
LOVE the dinner service.
And welcome to Remy. He will have such a good home with you and Mike. -more hugs-
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Hi!
I haven’t been posting much at all. One per month, at most. Just too much going one 🙂
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Oh! Thank goodness. lol Apology retracted. 😉 Kidding.
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Too late! The apologies are mine now, all mine, I tell you!
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Oh fine then… Sheesh. When’s your birthday? I’ll send you another. 😉
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I have no age. I’m like the air or gravity, I just exist suspended in time 😀
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lmao – except for you hair! That said, the grey actually gives you a very distinguished look so don’t change it. 😉
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Merry Christmas and peace to you all, Pink. Am sorry to hear about Morgan. There is no devoted love like that from a pet. ❤️
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How are things going in your part of the world? Are your boys home for the holidays?
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🐾🐾🥰
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You should hear the noises he makes, extraordinary breed! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pQIToMXmmqo&t=87s
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Those noises sure got my Lucy Goosie Poochie’s attention!🥰
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Remind me what breed she is?
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Meximutt breedS. 🤓 Whippet body, Belgian Malinois head, deer tail.
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Sounds fabulous!
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Hungry, eager mouths at Christmas is always a gift. And who could be more easy to please than a new four-footed friend?
Cheers, to you and yours. I lift a glass and toast your family’s health.
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Cheers to you too!
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That dinner service looks marvelous, and will be a wonderful future gift.
Of course Remy is the star of the show, and how wonderful for him that he has a ‘forever home’ at last.
You’re ‘good people’, Mister Pink.
All the very best to you and Mike.
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I fell in love with the dinner service too! The blue on cream was made popular first by the British transferware makers.
Rémy is a little wonder of a person 🙂
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You are right. Two children in the family is twice as many as one. The qualitative difference is essential. But the biggest change for me was the third. It’s like juggling. Two parents are like two hands. You can hold two balls in two hands knowing that you have them under control. When you add a third ball, one is always in the air. You always have to keep it in the corner of your eye while holding to the other two and quickly switch hands. Otherwise, the third will cause trouble. And it continues well into their teens, unfortunately.
Merry Christmas!
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I can imagine! One you can put in a little enclosure while everyone has dinner. Three probably form a union and call Gloria Allred to represent their interests. Three French ones probably even go on strike 😀
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Pinky! An art question for you: were egg whites once used as a fixative…maybe for prepping the canvas of new paintings?
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Are you thinking of egg tempera? That’s a very particular thing
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Um…maybe? I had a small eggtastrophy with egg whites so we were talking about their uses and this came up. What is egg tempera?
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What a fantastic group of positives! Love the service, love the blue and the hound dog. Speedy recovery to Mike and may 2022 continue as 2021 finalised.
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The stitches have come out and the graft has taken better than last time, which is fantastic! 🙂
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That’s good….its always a long road, recovery. Wish him well🤗
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What an emotional time! You sound like you’re pulling through it. Resilience is not a fun lesson to learn, but it is a useful trait to have.
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If feels like a sort of groundhog day of emotion. Like every x months or so I’m expected to endure a certain amount of mental anguish
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I’m sorry for that. I wish I had a solution, or at least that I could give you a hug and the promise to go through the anguish with you.
In other news, has your account been hacked? Because the question you left on my last post seems out of character, and is clearly unrelated to the post itself, which is also out of character.
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Not hacked; just going off on a tangent 🙂
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In that case . . . I used to drive a bright red 1998 Volvo C70. I owned it 2014-2019. One night, we got stuck in a snowdrift in Illinois, and as I was pushing it out of the drift with my cheek pressed against the hood, I said, “Come on, Veronica.” And that was the push that got her free. I liked the name for her because she was a faded beauty, and I couldn’t afford to keep her in the style to which she was accustomed.
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