Weather Gone Mad...

Twenty days of rain and one a hurricane... 

...or, at least, The Dogs & I thought it was a Katrina savaging Codiponte in the early hours of this Tuesday in late April. The rush, the whine, the roar!!! of the Wind & Rain was...? Was...? Well, it was frightening. Really. Nina jump into bed with me. Moses elected to stay curled in his poltrana. Smart boy. If he had relinquished the soft cushion of the wing-back chair, Nina would've jumped on it. Nope. He stayed put. A well placed paw covered his Weimaraner face. The Dog gave me a look of imminent DOOM!!! when I walked in to check on him. The Appt. Azzurro shook. It rattled. It rocked. It heaved with every blast of W & R. So much for Our Morning Constitutional. 

The Good News is Our Goddess remained at Her Post. This will lighten the heart of You. He called me several times for a Codiponte Weather Update. He had sun over in Savona. We will all have sun tomorrow!!! A Heat-wave is due in. They have already given it a name... Hannibal. I've heard of A Wind Named Mariah. But, a Heat-wave named Hannibal? Well, it's an export from the nearest North African Hot Spot to Italy... Tunisia. Thanks, guys. This is one revolt that could've stayed on your turf.

I need not care. I will be off to Amsterdam on My 60th Birthday Trip 2012. The Five-day Forecast is for showers. Fine. I'm used to the rain. All I ask is for the DDA DC-3 gets airborne long enough for me to enjoy the rumble of its two Wright Cyclone engines. They may be Pratt-Whitney. Yet, why quibble? Sorry though. The noise of a B-747 just ISN'T music to My Ears like a piston engine.

While aloft... hopefully... You will be bringing Order & Style to La Casa Grande. Can't say what kind of fun he'll have with all Our Stuff piled high in the two large rooms. He's so used to Pointing & Commanding, My Absence may diminish the exercise. But, Hell! Instead, he can bag-it and sunbathe in a deck chair in the Garden warmed by the Hannibal Heat. Gads.