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Papillon is almost 1 year old, and almost didn’t live to see it

In a comedy of errors  – – today was a doozie……

I have had bad pains in my left backside – like my kidney area for a week now.  Bought a “ThermPack” heating wrap at CVS.   It is full of “cells” of iron that when taken out of package begin to get warm.

It helps your aches, it's deadly to your pets

It helps your aches, it’s deadly to your pets


While I was on the computer,  Pappi got into my “thermal wrap” and ate one of the cells.   We saw that it is poisonous.   So we call vet.  It was $60.00 just to have my Vet call Poison Control.  I said, I’m retired, can you just find out without charging me? Please?    The vet did – but boy oh boy – found out that it was a lethal dose that Pappi had eaten. (1 cell of iron = 1100 mg of iron dosage) – Atleast he didn’t get to the other 19 cells.

David drops me off at the hospital  to find out why my back is killing me and he goes to the Vet with Pappi. Long story short………$400 + dollars later – pumping stomach twice, shots,  X-rays – etc – Pappi is home and alive.  He’s very lethargic, but he is going to LIVE!!!  Yeah.,,,

not feeling so hot



I love my Pappi  – you do what it takes to keep your pets healthy and LIVING.  😊   Happier Pappi (last month)In the mail today, when we got home,  was a card from our insurance company VPI (Vet Pet Insurance) –  a beautiful card of a dog and his owner saying “HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAPILLON”  which will be 1 year on September 19th.  – Yes.  HAPPY BIRTHDAY my dear puppy.  You almost didn’t have one my little Pappi.   So happy you are okay.   We are crazy about you!!

Happy Birthday Papillon!!


Oh, and MOI?   Well, dogs are taken care of better than people.  I’m waiting on a phone call .  “No, you don’t have a kidney stone, yes, you do. ……. ” .  We should just all be puppies/dogs/4 legged creatures. They get cards in the MAIL, and great, all encompassing care






Allergic to America: I Had to Move Away Because Life in the US Was Making Me Ill | Alternet

I copy this wonderful article as I’m in my second week of the cold from hell, that doesn’t want to remove itself from my body.   I was never this sick when I lived away, but then, you know, as I know, that I lived in a pure shrangra-la existence.    ???    The GMO’s , however, are a strong fact.  They’re not there.


Allergic to America: I Had to Move Away Because Life in the US Was Making Me Ill | Alternet.

Chicken Soup Anyone?

It would be so lovely if someone wanted to make me chicken soup,

So not feeling like writing

So not feeling like writing

so I’m appealing to my readers, even though most are really far away.   A totally useless request, I realize,  nevertheless, it’s my fantasy.   My husband has catered to me for 3 days now and he’s tired.

SO, dear readers, I’m still sick, so really,  don’t come near me.

My posts will continue when I can write without hacking and coughing.    My friend in Paris suggested the age old remedy of fresh lemons in hot water and to “throw out the DayQuil/NightQuil…….horrible stuff.     ( Indeed.  )   Going natural remedies is the best, unless you absolutely without a doubt, ——   beyond a shadow of a doubt, need them (i.e. antibiotics).  Do any of you realize how seldom the FRENCH prescribe ANTIBIOTICS?   Yep, you guessed it.  Not often at all.

I told my husband that I could NOT walk to the local CVS down the street with our puppy and with him in this, (one day of glorious weather,)

Pappi is happy

Pappi is happy

to get many needed items, one of them KOTEX as I keep peeing every time I cough.   Perhaps that is more information that you really needed to know, but I’m delirious on over the counter crap,  and I’ll say anything.  My husband knows his assignment and glances  a dubious look.

So, yes, I still need that CHICKEN SOUP!!


Aubagne, France

Aubagne, France.  Another wonderful post from my niece………Once again, those coming to visit us in Cassis, take a look at things we did…….places we visited.  Ali is great at writing and putting it all in perspective…….also a great guest


I think I need to leave France NOW, and go home to Saint Louis

This was a really horrid day !!

Yes, I know  that  2 weeks ago I wrote why I could never leave France.  However, things change.  You  have one great day, and then you have a completely out of no-where really awful, no good, down in the toilet, strung out on acid, when you don’t even do the stuff,  day.   That was today.

So by  8:55 this morning I wanted to kiss France GOODBYE.

Defending their country

Defending their country (Photo credit: Feggy Art)

In a nutshell:

Prefecture day.  Oh fun.  We take 2 hours to get there thru horrible traffic, My french teacher comes along to help with the translation,( she is wonderful)  and we get in the door.

For those that want some familiarity of that hellish procedure –  here is the link about that:

The woman who “works the line” smiles and speaks a tad of English, but doesn’t say anything to us when we show her WHY we’re here, and what it is we want to do.  NOTHING.  She SHOULD know what we are about to find out……. and she could have saved us one-half hour at least……..

Finally we get up to the window.

We are told that we missed the cutoff – every one of the “60 people” (that they let in each day) are already here, and we’re too late.

We leave and head back to Cassis after thanking her for absolutely nothing.

I take a 15 minute nap.

We head back down the Gineste (mountain pass)  for David’s afternoon (extra day of) teaching, and I head to the library to work.

I find out that my phone is dead.  Not only dead, but totally devoid of information.
I mean EVERYTHING.  It has crashed.

Remembering that 2 hours ago there was a sign on my MAC saying to upgrade my iPhone which I dutifully did.  That’s when it crashed.   (as I’m thinking back…..)

I pack up after finishing up some homework – and head out.

When I find my car in the parking garage, I see that the TOMTOM is dead. It’s dead because the charger (cigarette lighter ) has died.   Now I have to navigate Marseille all by myself and my  sense of direction.  Hmmmm. This is going to be interesting.

As I start-up the ramp, I see that the cars are heading left and I follow suit, not realizing that this was the street that I should have turned right on to take me to my husband’s work on Rue Prado.

That’s where everything went wrong………for the next 27 minutes, because I went left instead of right, I ended up from the 1st arrondissement of Marseille to the 2nd to the 7th, to the 13th, and no where could I find a way to get back heading SOUTH, to the Vieux Port or heading to ANY sign that  would be a  recognizable point in which I could navigate easily from that point on. Not ONE.

As I was driving aimlessly through the tight tiny streets of Marseille I reflected on how much I missed my friends


that had just left , our very good neighbors,  at one time, in Saint Louis.    It was so hard to say goodbye at the train station.

Gare Saint-Charles, the main railway station

Gare Saint-Charles, the main railway station (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

We had such a good time.  It also made me miss Saint Louis but mainly my family there – Big time, – all the grands and all my children.    Yes!  Very homesick.


In addition to the above, my  mind wandered to the difficult experience  and thoughts I had about the few friends that I’ve made here in Marseille.  And now,  it was coming down to making much needed and  steadfast decisions on how I would deal with them from this day out.
Someone posted on my Facebook the following:
Our culture has accepted two huge lies.  The first is that if you disagree with someones lifestyle,  you must fear or hate them.  The second is that to love someone means you agree with everything they believe or do.  Both are nonsense.  You don’t have to compromise convictions to be compassionate.

So, that summed it up  beautifully in the situation I have found myself in –  with these friends.   One of my friends appears to be self-destructing and it is making me physically sick.   Sicker than my iPhone and my TomTom going kaput.  Sicker than lying on a pavement full of dog doo, smashed cigarette butts and various and assorted bacillus in order to obtain my carte de sejour.

My other friend, has a lot on her plate.   There are so many things I love about her and there are also things that concern me greatly.  Well, one thing I do know is that  if  I see someone I care about hurting themselves, you will not  be met with quiet  solitude.  I care too much. I will TELL YOU.


A glimmer of something familiar,fills my  windshield  and then the sign Vieux Port comes into my view.  Now I can find my way to my destination.

Now I can stop thinking that  I must leave France and go home to the U.S.  There is always a silver lining in that dark cloud hanging out over your head………… and yes, I WILL go to the PREFECTURE at 4am this Friday………

365/209: Every cloud has a silver lining

365/209: Every cloud has a silver lining (Photo credit: riekhavoc (caught up?))

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