Our front door...

Yes... the new front door to La Casetta. Behind it are all our furniture & belongings. Two separate days of movers arriving and both done under a constant & torrential rain. I had to do The Dance of the 7 Plastic Sheets. Artfully accomplished, I must say, even with the strong west-wind blowing, to aide the movers with protecting our fine antiques, our luscious objets d'art & our stuff in general, etc.
I am proud to say, one, a 9 foot long black leather Chesterfield sofa, was successfully shoved up past the narrow staircase & into the Salotto above with both mover guys & myself to push & grunt & heave it up there. Ditto for the atrociouly heavy & unwieldy blanket chest. It required an extra exclamation to our collective physical effort of an ... Oh! Madonna!!! At one point, pinned underneath the chest, I felt the irresistible need to blurt out a... Porca troia!!!... but, the decisive choice was to yell an obscenity or shove harder. I chose the later. Some one else let out the... Oh! Madonna!!!

Mr. Anonymous requested that I leave the placement of what-all for him to busy with last Sunday. He puttered for most of the day. This left me to lug away to the local dump the detritus of a recent attack on the hedges above the stone wall running around the garden. Now, i vigilli... guys in uniforms, who write out tickets for infractions against the public weal. They never get my name correctly either. So, I have to print it for them on their 12 copy forms. Talk about pressing down hard!!!... will have nothing to Bitch & Complain about. The little path around our property is clear of debris. When the word GO! has been given by Mr. A, I will skip into La Casetta & take some new After Photos. Very exciting, no?

In the meantime... and may I say?... it is a Godsend to sleep in a bed over camping-out on a matterass dumped on a cold floor. Gads.