Well... the flu has passed on. I am glad not to be ingesting those massive yellow torpedoes for an antibiotic. And, so too has some of my pessimism lifted though not to the point of singing Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah. Anyway... I don't REALLY believe La Casetta wants me out. I do think it wants me up bright & early at 4 in the morning. Of the three nights I have made camp in La Casetta, I have awaken every time at 4 AM rearing to go!!! The Kitchen has benefitted the most from this pre-dawn schedule.
But... My God, the poor house!!! It has had drastic cosmetic & structural surgery. It has been decapitated of its leaky old roof, relieved of a couple of ratty interior walls, stripped of its previous period plumbing, shorn of its 70's wiring and divested of its mock-Victorian single-pane windows. No sooner were these indignities dispensed with, then, came a new roof, a soldered & cemented sub-flooring followed by terra-cotta floor-tiles, newly stuccoed walls, a re-worked staircase, submerged or imbedded plumbing & electrical plants and super-thick double-paned windows & shutters.
Houses get used to Decay & Discomfort. What else can they do? They try to endure. Just think... it's like passing a summer of going barefoot only to ram your slouchy & widdened feet into new leather soled shoes in September. You look presentable but... damn... the aches & pains are hard to tolerate.
Houses get used to Decay & Discomfort. What else can they do? They try to endure. Just think... it's like passing a summer of going barefoot only to ram your slouchy & widdened feet into new leather soled shoes in September. You look presentable but... damn... the aches & pains are hard to tolerate.
About the only old thing La Casetta has left is its memory of the Comings & Goings of its past inhabitants... 300 years of hard working contadini... arising before the birds think to sing to get started with their giornate. So, the poor place has carried-on by kick-starting me at 4 in the darn morning. Gads.
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