Feeling near to the Breaking Point... thanks to the two month delay to finishing the Upstairs Apartment/Laundry Room/Plumbing Plan/Etc. & this Pre-wedding Dinner I insisted upon this coming Friday. I called Mr. You 100 times about whether I should buy the super-cheap-made-in-Chine dark green plastic garden chairs OR, fork over more Euros for a model which, costs twice as much, but might last beyond this August. By the way, I am appalled at how Italians behave in mass-market stores with their children. Like, escalators are NOT an amusement ride but, a means of conveyance to another floor. Viewing the whoops & hollers & stunts of the masses with their bambini, escalators should be chutes to an alternative Time/Space Continuum, far, far, far away from me!!!... I dove into a bag of San Carlo potato chips. They weren't salty enough.... darn it. Come to think of it, the chips weren't even very potato-y. Must Search & Find that Italian brand of potato chips in the clear plastic bag. They are a masterpiece of salt, fat AND potato.... not forgetting the benefits to one's Spirit/Anima/Perspective. Sadly, M & Ms are NOT AVAILABLE in Italy!!!
Then, The Dog, detecting the end to the sorrily weak afternoon rains, made noises that he really, really, really needed to go o-u-t. And, lo' & behold, hanging over Il Poggiolo was a thread of a rainbow. Is this a sign? A positive sign that All will be A-OK? Gads.
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