This morning while enjoying my coffee at Cafe Manila (yes, admittedly, I enjoyed it), I was looking at yesterday’s blog post and I noticed one photo was missing. I had remembered to grab it from Google Maps but had forgotten to include it in the post.
We spent two years living in Irvine, California, between (chronologically) Las Vegas and Sevilla. Irvine is a master-planned city. Completely landscaped. Pristine. Perfectly manicured. Everything carefully thought-out … and controlled. Many people like it. My take? “The Stepford Wives” comes to mind.
|IRVINE, CALIFORNIA. WE WERE RIGHT NEXT TO THE CLUBHOUSE, GYM, AND POOL.
Who Could Possibly Remain Miserable?
Sharing my pseudo-misery with you yesterday helped me overcome it quite a bit. So, thanks! I hope I didn’t pass it on. Coffee at Cafe Manila this morning helped some more. As Tynan expressed it, there were two “Canadans” (as opposed to Canadians) having breakfast. We haven’t looked up the origins of the term Canadian (although Tynan suggested we do so), but he did make us wonder why we aren’t called the Americanians. After that highly intellectual and thought-provoking conversation (for which we can always count on Tynan), San Geraldo headed off to his Spanish class. (What is this world coming to? First he starts losing weight. Then he starts formally studying Spanish.) I came home to the cats and they let me share their bed. It’s not so bad.
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From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..
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16 thoughts on “Misery Loves Company and Another Google(d) Home”
Last night I slept with one cats at my chest and one cat at my back.
Talk about claustrophobic!
Oddly, they don't crowd me during the night. They do Jerry. It could be because I kick and thrash in my sleep. Our California cats used to leave the bed the minute I turned off the light.
One more piece for the jig-saw puzzle….now complete! Nothing like being right in the centre of things.
I love sleeping with cats. So much more room to move around. Sophie on the other hand….
Great shots Mitch, the kitties look like they're in heaven.
Oh yes, I suppose I should know why it's Canadians and not Canadans. But I don't.
Cats can, usually, be easily shoved over, too. Sophie on the other hand…
Both cats (well, all four if you count San Geraldo and me) are very happy here.
Jim: Tynan decided this morning that if you say "Canadan" with a French accent it sounds much more "Canadian." Maybe that's why.
That would make sense!
We actually had a really nice visit with the "Canadans" yesterday morning. Unfortunately, Tynan wasn't working (they really liked him). I think I got the idea of "Canadan" to grow on them a bit. Or else, like many Canadans, they were just tolerant of the pushy Americanian.
Bet that's the first Pussy you've had between your legs
Oh, John, not by a long shot. Badaboom boom boom!
Mitchell, changing the subject back to moving, that's a serious case of wanderlust you've got there. I thought I was bad. I didn't count the many places you've lived in, but I just quickly counted mine, starting when I moved out of the dorms when I was in college. That was in 1970, and I've lived at 18 addresses since then. I have to wonder where you lived the longest. I'm in my longest place since leaving my mother's house to go to college — and that's the 10 years here in Saint-Aignan. My mother lived in the same house from 1951 until 2005, by the way.
Where did we live the longest (not counting childhood of course)? That's not easy.
The longest we lived in any "STATE" continuously: 7 years in Connecticut (but 1-1/2 in the first home and 5-1/2 in the second).
The longest in any one home? 5 years in Santa Barbara.
I just counted homes since I left the dorms in 1976. 19 addresses! And that doesn't count 4 places I stayed for less than 6 months.
I think I got my wanderlust from my father. He would have moved every few years if my mother had allowed it. Probably good she didn't! She's been in the same apartment since 1964.
Thanks for giving me the impetus to think a little harder about this. Can't believe the number!
There's no surer sign of approaching Autumn than Blackso joining me at night under the duvet – while I've got to find a position in which to sleep which also keeps the weight of it off his head.
Looks like your dynamic duo want the comforting assurance of physical contact, even if it's minimal.
It all depends on their moods. In that way, they're very similar to cats (just don't tell them).
But what happens when you need to flip over to circulate your blood? Do the kitties just fill in the available space?
They sure do. If they "allow" either of us to move, they just make themselves comfortable all over again… which usually means we (the humans) won't be comfortable for long. Dudo has actually been known to use all his force to push my legs back if I move them where he doesn't want them.