A woman becomes an expatriate--Again http://mylifeinargentina.blogspirit.com/ Thu, 7 Aug 2008 19:36:06 +0200 blogSpirit.com All Rights Reserved http://mylifeinargentina.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/08/04/exhaustion.html http://mylifeinargentina.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/08/04/exhaustion.html noreply@blogspirit.com (Eugenia) Blog Mon, 4 Aug 2008 17:19:54 +0200 Monday, August 4, 2008: I have never felt as exhausted as I do now,never in so much need of rest, deep, deep rest. Just let everything go and sleep. http://mylifeinargentina.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/07/24/new-york-storm.html http://mylifeinargentina.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/07/24/new-york-storm.html noreply@blogspirit.com (Eugenia) Blog Thu, 24 Jul 2008 16:13:57 +0200 Thursday, July 24, 2008: It just poured and poured and wouldn't stop and I shivered in my wet clothes--my black top and my jeans. I watched all night as the water came down. Futile. No way to stop it. http://mylifeinargentina.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/07/18/link.html http://mylifeinargentina.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/07/18/link.html noreply@blogspirit.com (Eugenia) Blog Fri, 18 Jul 2008 14:44:08 +0200 Friday, July 18, 2008: Yes, link to me in this hour of great need. Link and be kind. Be helpful. Be real. Let my situation be seen by one and all. http://mylifeinargentina.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/07/14/21.html http://mylifeinargentina.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/07/14/21.html noreply@blogspirit.com (Eugenia) Blog Mon, 14 Jul 2008 18:07:28 +0200 Monmday, July 14, 2008: I saw him standing over me. Here, Miss, this is a subway ticket, he said. Something in me didn't believe him. I sat on the steps of St. Bart's on Park Avenue and 50th. Quickly checking my purse, I discovered that my wallet was missing. The man ran away and I chased him down Park and then over to Lexington and the subway station. Police! Police! I shouted. Who would hear me at 3 in the morning? But I persisted and went after him. On one of the steps going to the trains, I saw my brown leather-like wallet open, face down. By some miracle almost everything inside it was still there. The thief had been a small time, cowardly thing. http://mylifeinargentina.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/07/10/subway-tile.html http://mylifeinargentina.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/07/10/subway-tile.html noreply@blogspirit.com (Eugenia) Blog Thu, 10 Jul 2008 16:41:21 +0200 Thursday, July 10, 2008: Today, early this morning, I fell on my face when I woke up from my subway naps. Hit my nose and my forehead. http://mylifeinargentina.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/07/07/a-shower.html http://mylifeinargentina.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/07/07/a-shower.html noreply@blogspirit.com (Eugenia) Blog Mon, 7 Jul 2008 16:19:46 +0200 Monday, July 7, 2008: All I want rightnow is a shower. I haven't been able to take a shower since Monday of last week and frankly, I stink. A shower, a bed and new clothes. That'd be great. http://mylifeinargentina.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/07/03/lauchita-in-manhattan.html http://mylifeinargentina.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/07/03/lauchita-in-manhattan.html noreply@blogspirit.com (Eugenia) Blog Thu, 3 Jul 2008 23:09:45 +0200 Thursday, July 3, 2008: In spite of our tremendously bad circumstances, Lauchita seems to love Manhattan. Today she lay in the sun. I got her out of her carrier and she discovered grass near us. That is her new favorite place--purring, purring away. http://mylifeinargentina.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/07/02/homeless-in-nyc.html http://mylifeinargentina.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/07/02/homeless-in-nyc.html noreply@blogspirit.com (Eugenia) Blog Wed, 2 Jul 2008 20:24:47 +0200 Wednesday, July 2, 2008: I am homeless in the Big Apple. Last night I slept (or tried to) at Grand Central. One of the strangest experiences ever. Now I am a homeless female, so is Lauchita, my cat. http://mylifeinargentina.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/06/28/nowhere-woman.html http://mylifeinargentina.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/06/28/nowhere-woman.html noreply@blogspirit.com (Eugenia) Blog Sat, 28 Jun 2008 20:22:31 +0200 Saturday, June 28, 2008: I feel like a nowhere woman, a woman without anchor, without a place that belongs to her and only her. http://mylifeinargentina.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/06/26/rubio.html http://mylifeinargentina.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/06/26/rubio.html noreply@blogspirit.com (Eugenia) Rubio Thu, 26 Jun 2008 19:59:31 +0200 Thursday, June 26, 2008: There was no more protective dog than Rubio. No other animal had his fierce loyalty, his courage. He didn't think about himself when it came to protecting me. I was Number One with him.