It's wet out there, man. Erno said the jetstream stalled and that's why it rained the entire month of June. What if it doesn't start up again?!? It's not like we can take it to the shop.
Would make it easier to move to Italy. I got back a week ago - from 90-degree sun and tomatoes that would make you cry. Now I'm wet and cold and everything tastes like nothing.
I'm on a strict new diet: Italian cinema only. Listening - even to rumbly mumbly Roman - helps me hold on to la lingua madre. Started with the Master. La Strada is beautifully dark in that broken soul kind of way. His bride Giulietta Masina was a vision.
An old friend from San Francisco just invited me to the Dutch Antilles at the end of this month. No, it's not a scandal; it's a group vacation proposition. He got laid off and wants to travel. Bless his heart. (Meanwhile I'm rooting through loose change debating whether it's wise to order take-out tonight.)
Bizarrely, his proposed dates of travel match the time that Mr. C wants to go on vacation. I would love to see Michael again. Plus he worked at Geo and has a few tricks up his sleeve to keep airfare and lodging costs down. Bonaire is famous for diving and for not being a tropical vacation hell hole. Maybe Mr. C will go for it?
Well, call me a late adopter, too, then. :) Congrats on putting up your own blog. I'm Follower #1!
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