Five weeks ago today Antonia graced us with her presence… and is here still, like a squatter trying to claim part of our home as her own.

She sleeps. She eats. She plays on her computer and reads. Mostly she just lazes around like… well, a lazy squatter.

She glides in and around the place like a cessna trying to fly under radar.
Yesterday when she left the house for a few hours I wondered if she had gone to look for a job…. but found out later that no, she had grown tired of the house and decided to go to the beach for a swim.

The woman is 29 freaking years old.

My rules:
1. I am not buying her cigarettes.
2. I am not buying her Mountain Dew.

I am also not talking about the loud mouthed cat she brought with her, though I do dream of wrapping my hands around that little reverberating throat…