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prosciutto mozzerella e caffé
Apr. 9th, 2006 | 04:00 pm
Madonna Mia!!!!!!!
One new 3 meter underground pipe installed, one mostly dead elm chopped down, and one newly paved sidewalk, later, 217 had had enough preliminary work done to permit some rapid landscaping to begin.
Juan's bobcat carried the old poisonous concrete arrow that lead to the frontdoor, to the backyard, where Pippo and I can take turns sledgehammering it under Southwestern summer heat.
I planted daylilies ( courtesy of bro blog's colleague), pink, red, and red yellow mix climbing roses, yellow daisies, a red rose, pink and red geraniums,
4 gnarley red crab something bushes, two green/red leaf hedges, lavender housewarming shermie plant, two jackalope mystery plants, one higglety pigglety apple tree offspring to hopefully cross pollinate with another store bought apple tree, two plum trees, higglety pigglety lilacs as well as moved two big butterfly bushes, three mystery bushes and planted gobs of seeds for just what the hell fun- sunflowers, sweet peas, assorted climbers....
but MOSTLY I just moved LOTS ( wheelbarrow fulls) of rocks, smaller yellowy gravelly rocks and bigger rounder rocks around.
The front yard looks like a big smiley face or a clock depending on which optical illusory tendencies you might indulge.
My bday wheelbarrow, ' Sneeze' burst her wheel but ' Steven?' her identical older cousin rolled in and saved the day.
Sneeze is beautiful. She sat in the back of Iris assembled and replete in pink ribboness with many tool buddies, hammer, clippers, trowel, clawer, screwdrivers and a toolbox to live in, equally adorned in pinkness as a gift for my 45th bday some weeks ago. I believe I used every single tool, and some I added ( a broom and a window paint scraper offer) in the ensuing days. I worked up until the moment I had to catch my plane.
Bro Blog chuckled at me sitting on rocks chucking rocks, Shermie, God bless her, helped me to bring the final rocks full circle. She also helped me earlier raking raking raking and piling sticks in my private backyard ABQ desert.
NOTHING prepared me for what I would return home to Rome for---OMG.
See, it was a surprise. I'd known that the leaky tubes under my tub here were going to be replaced while I was away as there would be no bathroom to use.
Cat feeding Ross had warned me that there'd been quite an upheavel here, and that the bathroom had changed but didn't tell me what it'd become, I worried, Red? Yellow?( I hope not)...no, my bathroom only went from old darling green to what Gillian calls Chinese Restaurant bathroom blue BUT and I mean
B-U-T the TOTALE DEFICENTE ie. squad of careless Pakistani plumbers that demolished the old bathroom neglected to close any doors in the apartment or cover anything and so, every single solitary item in this apartment- every book, bottle, pot, pan, utensil towel sheet buddha bandaid pillowcase sheet blanket computer tape cd upholstery paper desk table pen frame floor door window curtain rod shoe boot jacket sweater basket purse backpack keyboard box was covered, no shit, in 3 centimeters of grey white powder dust.
When I woke up at 4 am after flying from ABQ>Dallas>Paris>Rome was thirsty and so I went to the kitchen cupboard and got a glass to pour some water in and the water was OPAQUE GREY. LIKE every other item and surface around here.
BTW this is a great cure for jetlag which for the first time in my LIFE I'm glad to have not suffered at all simply because I've been on emergency grey dust eradication measures since returning to the eternal city. I've wiped all the tiles and pipes doors windows and floors in the kitchen and bathroom and living room ( and ALL items within their cupboards) and just today have finally arrived to begin work on the bedrooms. I've washed and hung to dry 15 loads of laundry and begun *working* and to breath again, even though the powder is air born and resettles. Computer has been wiped down 5 times, kitchen table maybe ten. The day I left for ABQ my car's clutch died when Pippo was driving it home from the airport; it's at the mechanic.
Gillian is being an angel, I adore her endlessly.
One new 3 meter underground pipe installed, one mostly dead elm chopped down, and one newly paved sidewalk, later, 217 had had enough preliminary work done to permit some rapid landscaping to begin.
Juan's bobcat carried the old poisonous concrete arrow that lead to the frontdoor, to the backyard, where Pippo and I can take turns sledgehammering it under Southwestern summer heat.
I planted daylilies ( courtesy of bro blog's colleague), pink, red, and red yellow mix climbing roses, yellow daisies, a red rose, pink and red geraniums,
4 gnarley red crab something bushes, two green/red leaf hedges, lavender housewarming shermie plant, two jackalope mystery plants, one higglety pigglety apple tree offspring to hopefully cross pollinate with another store bought apple tree, two plum trees, higglety pigglety lilacs as well as moved two big butterfly bushes, three mystery bushes and planted gobs of seeds for just what the hell fun- sunflowers, sweet peas, assorted climbers....
but MOSTLY I just moved LOTS ( wheelbarrow fulls) of rocks, smaller yellowy gravelly rocks and bigger rounder rocks around.
The front yard looks like a big smiley face or a clock depending on which optical illusory tendencies you might indulge.
My bday wheelbarrow, ' Sneeze' burst her wheel but ' Steven?' her identical older cousin rolled in and saved the day.
Sneeze is beautiful. She sat in the back of Iris assembled and replete in pink ribboness with many tool buddies, hammer, clippers, trowel, clawer, screwdrivers and a toolbox to live in, equally adorned in pinkness as a gift for my 45th bday some weeks ago. I believe I used every single tool, and some I added ( a broom and a window paint scraper offer) in the ensuing days. I worked up until the moment I had to catch my plane.
Bro Blog chuckled at me sitting on rocks chucking rocks, Shermie, God bless her, helped me to bring the final rocks full circle. She also helped me earlier raking raking raking and piling sticks in my private backyard ABQ desert.
NOTHING prepared me for what I would return home to Rome for---OMG.
See, it was a surprise. I'd known that the leaky tubes under my tub here were going to be replaced while I was away as there would be no bathroom to use.
Cat feeding Ross had warned me that there'd been quite an upheavel here, and that the bathroom had changed but didn't tell me what it'd become, I worried, Red? Yellow?( I hope not)...no, my bathroom only went from old darling green to what Gillian calls Chinese Restaurant bathroom blue BUT and I mean
B-U-T the TOTALE DEFICENTE ie. squad of careless Pakistani plumbers that demolished the old bathroom neglected to close any doors in the apartment or cover anything and so, every single solitary item in this apartment- every book, bottle, pot, pan, utensil towel sheet buddha bandaid pillowcase sheet blanket computer tape cd upholstery paper desk table pen frame floor door window curtain rod shoe boot jacket sweater basket purse backpack keyboard box was covered, no shit, in 3 centimeters of grey white powder dust.
When I woke up at 4 am after flying from ABQ>Dallas>Paris>Rome was thirsty and so I went to the kitchen cupboard and got a glass to pour some water in and the water was OPAQUE GREY. LIKE every other item and surface around here.
BTW this is a great cure for jetlag which for the first time in my LIFE I'm glad to have not suffered at all simply because I've been on emergency grey dust eradication measures since returning to the eternal city. I've wiped all the tiles and pipes doors windows and floors in the kitchen and bathroom and living room ( and ALL items within their cupboards) and just today have finally arrived to begin work on the bedrooms. I've washed and hung to dry 15 loads of laundry and begun *working* and to breath again, even though the powder is air born and resettles. Computer has been wiped down 5 times, kitchen table maybe ten. The day I left for ABQ my car's clutch died when Pippo was driving it home from the airport; it's at the mechanic.
Gillian is being an angel, I adore her endlessly.