There was an old wooden stairs which, once-upon-a-time, connected the Terrace above to the Loggia below. It was a typical model for these Lunigiana parts... 2" thick planks of fir as struts cut with angled zig-zags to place the steps. It was painted in a local signature Bordeaux, a color long since dried to the end of its Life by Sun & Rain & Wind. I loved it. And, I saw a Future for it too. In the meantime, and without asking, The Work-guys took the better part of the wooden stairs and parked it inside the Esseccatoio to await its Future, when they demolished the old terrace to build a new one. That was very nice of them. Faced with ever escalating costs, with much dear thanks to the Monti Government... an unelected entity, by the way... raising taxes, which, naturally, causes prices to AUTOMATICALLY go up. Is the Monti Government... or, any government... so stupid not to know that raising taxes is INFLATIONARY???... I had decided for adapting the old wooden stairs as a temporary solution to get from the Cucina to the bathroom in the Lavanderia. It would be a four foot jump without a ladder/stair/slide and, sadly, I can no longer take jumps of over six inches. Well, on Friday, when I left for Genoa to check on You and the Tuesday of my return, that Future Use vanished. The stairs are gone!!! Ripped off!!! Stolen!!! Kidnapped, even!!!
Now, who, much less why, would anyone steel an old wooden stair?
Whoever the culprit is, and for whatever reason for this crime may be, it had to be...
A) someone who knew my Comings & Goings...
B) someone who knew where the keys were kept to the Esseccatoio AND the Back Gate... for a quick and, undoubtedly, unseen get-away...
and...
C) someone who knew that I was quite attached to the old wooden stairs... dammit it all to Hell!!!... and had envisioned a Fine Future Use for it too.
Smacks of an Inside Job, no???
After Searching & Investigating High & Low...
After Searching & Investigating High & Low...
1) the Work-guys claimed to be totally in the dark...
2) ditto for the cabinet-maker, present at the time of the stairs' disappearance, Our Builder, the neighbor's son-in-law, who likes to hang out at My Building Site since, he has nothing else to do.
So, $1,500 later, I'll have a new & spiffy wood stairs, as per My Own Personal Design. And, I could care less. I want My Old Wooden Stairs back!!! Gads.
2) ditto for the cabinet-maker, present at the time of the stairs' disappearance, Our Builder, the neighbor's son-in-law, who likes to hang out at My Building Site since, he has nothing else to do.
So, $1,500 later, I'll have a new & spiffy wood stairs, as per My Own Personal Design. And, I could care less. I want My Old Wooden Stairs back!!! Gads.
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