I went to Codiponte last weekend to spend what I thought would be a pleasantly productive three-days nella Casetta. Too bad that I arrived with the beginnings of what turned out to be a virolent case of the flu.
I managed to go hither & yon with the many errands & occupations on Friday, suffering the hacking cough at the furniture store, ignoring the sweaty fever whilst organizing plates & glasses in the Kitchen and navigating with a groggy head while watering the 70+ plants in The Scuzzy Garden late in the afternoon.
The trick was Friday night. How to stay warm in a house without any way to turn on, much less regulate, the radiators. No thermostat installed. And, I lacked a tall enough ladder to climb up to the attic to turn-on the darn water-heater to send hot water to the coily things under every window.
Well, of course, there was the fireplace. Neighbors... thankfully... had given me a gift of huge & thick pieces of cut wood to burn the whole night long. However, since the fancy-smancy fireplace is one to be shut tight with a glass door, the heat created reduces to cinders in a matter of an hour anything put in it. I kept waking up terrorized to be cold, rustling myself up to continually re-stock the logs in the fireplace. At about 4 AM, I did wake-up cold and completely soaked from a ragging fever. I thought... This house doesn't want me!!! Having no antibiotics on hand, I grab The Dog & we fled for Genoa & my well-furnished medicine cabinet there.
There is no better time to be on an Italian autostrada than in the pre-dawn hours. The only ass-hole from the standard ones in BMWs & ALFA-ROMEOs during Daylight Hours was a jerk in a new Bright White FIAT 500, who wanted to drive through me to get to the AutoGrill exit before I could. However, by 6 AM I was medicated, in the bed and worrying about my relationship with La Casetta. Gads.
Well, of course, there was the fireplace. Neighbors... thankfully... had given me a gift of huge & thick pieces of cut wood to burn the whole night long. However, since the fancy-smancy fireplace is one to be shut tight with a glass door, the heat created reduces to cinders in a matter of an hour anything put in it. I kept waking up terrorized to be cold, rustling myself up to continually re-stock the logs in the fireplace. At about 4 AM, I did wake-up cold and completely soaked from a ragging fever. I thought... This house doesn't want me!!! Having no antibiotics on hand, I grab The Dog & we fled for Genoa & my well-furnished medicine cabinet there.
There is no better time to be on an Italian autostrada than in the pre-dawn hours. The only ass-hole from the standard ones in BMWs & ALFA-ROMEOs during Daylight Hours was a jerk in a new Bright White FIAT 500, who wanted to drive through me to get to the AutoGrill exit before I could. However, by 6 AM I was medicated, in the bed and worrying about my relationship with La Casetta. Gads.
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