Shhhhhh! Don't spread this around but, I have taken to stealing stones & rocks. Well, no boulders. I can't lift those. And, Mr. You would raise a beeg steenk, if I were to destroy his beat-up ol' AUDI hauling anything larger than my Scottish cullo... or, butt. Think bread-box size.
Besides the above mentioned dimensions, the other criterion is the shape. Very critical. I need nice, regular AND rectangular shaped stones for the two impending wall projects on the docket. One I will do, which I have not spoken of, and the other is, hopefully, going to be built by the local bravo stone mason + helper and just posted on this blog.
Now, the word out about stealing rocks is NOT TO EVER STEAL THEM FROM THE RIVER!!! The local environmentalists would raise Hell. And, one signora too, who lives in a house with a fantastic view of the Aulella...
By the way... I was grossly misinformed and, I do apologize. One, I've gotten the spelling all WRONG!!! It's NOT Aullela, but Aulella. Wouldn't just one "l" in each place do? Then, it ain't a river. NO!!! It's a torrente. That means the water goes real fast down hill and it gives the impression... to one who understands Italian... that flooding is a key element of all that rushing O2. This is true, in light of our torrential rains of the past six months. Oh! See? Torrente... torrential!!! I FOUND ALL THIS INFO ON THE FRIGGING INTERNET!!!
The Signora has not one, not two, but three high-powered binoculars on her kitchen counter. I learned about this equipment when Mr. You dragged me to have tea with this Signora + her husband. He was a ship's captain. It was nearly the first thing she showed us in her house. The first was her fireplace that has a motor to suck-up the smoke. Quite a novelty. Anyway... she spends much time spying over to my side of the Torrente Aulella. There ought to be Privacy Laws against that. Often she follows up with a telephone call to the local Carabinieri, up in Casola in Lunigiana, when she spots subterfuge, delinquency, theft!!!
I will ONLY be able to steal from the torrente by cover of darkness, UNLESS, I discover she has infra-red binocs. Then, I'll stick with hunting along lonely mountain roads in the AUDI. Gads.
By the way... I was grossly misinformed and, I do apologize. One, I've gotten the spelling all WRONG!!! It's NOT Aullela, but Aulella. Wouldn't just one "l" in each place do? Then, it ain't a river. NO!!! It's a torrente. That means the water goes real fast down hill and it gives the impression... to one who understands Italian... that flooding is a key element of all that rushing O2. This is true, in light of our torrential rains of the past six months. Oh! See? Torrente... torrential!!! I FOUND ALL THIS INFO ON THE FRIGGING INTERNET!!!
The Signora has not one, not two, but three high-powered binoculars on her kitchen counter. I learned about this equipment when Mr. You dragged me to have tea with this Signora + her husband. He was a ship's captain. It was nearly the first thing she showed us in her house. The first was her fireplace that has a motor to suck-up the smoke. Quite a novelty. Anyway... she spends much time spying over to my side of the Torrente Aulella. There ought to be Privacy Laws against that. Often she follows up with a telephone call to the local Carabinieri, up in Casola in Lunigiana, when she spots subterfuge, delinquency, theft!!!
I will ONLY be able to steal from the torrente by cover of darkness, UNLESS, I discover she has infra-red binocs. Then, I'll stick with hunting along lonely mountain roads in the AUDI. Gads.
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