An Italian-American living la dolce vita in the Deep South

An Italian-American living la dolce vita in the Deep South

Monday, April 27, 2015

Untitled



When our little guy was in the first grade, he came home with the art project below. We were all very impressed, but our favorite thing was the title: Sheep.


Not Frolicking Sheep, or Sheep in a Meadow, or even Happy Sheep.


No, just Sheep.



Fast forward to today and things haven't changed very much. Today our little guy brought home two of his most recent art projects and evidently his artistic abilities stop dead when it comes to creating titles for his art.

Art project #1: Dolphin


Not Dolphin in the Deep, or Dolphin Swimming in Ocean. Just Dolphin.



"It took me a really long time to get all the watercolors just right," he explains. "Then I ran out of time and couldn't think of a title."


Okay, then.



Art Project #2: Owl


"I don't like working with clay," he informs me. "Nothing ever turns out right. I made an owl that looked like a real owl, but when it came out of the clay oven it looked all wonky."


Did he just say wonky?



And I'll leave it at that. We'll see what happens in art next year ...





Sunday, April 12, 2015

You Should See Me Now



Shortly after these idyllic photos were taken (and I say idyllic because we had the entire beach to ourselves) I had a little bike accident.


Actually, it wasn't so little.


Some loose sand, a sidewalk under construction, and I hit the asphalt in the most spectacular crash.


It was so spectacular that a car pulled over and (to my complete and total embarrassment) four people rushed out to see if I was okay. Everyone agreed it was a miracle I didn't  a) break a bone, or b) need to be carried to the ER for some stitches.


But I was a sight to behold with a shoulder scraped raw, a bloody (and swollen) knee, shin, and left ankle, and a bloody (and puffy) left eyelid.


We're now watching the Masters on television and everyone keeps looking at me and saying things like "gross" and "your shoulder is still bleeding." Niiiice. Anyway, following the tournament we were going to bike to Yo Addiction! for some frozen yogurt, but our plans have changed.


We'll be driving, instead.




Friday, April 10, 2015

Horsin' Around



How many letters are there in the word, Horse?


Five.


How many plays did it take for me to get eliminated in a basketball game of Horse?


Five.


Enough said.




Thursday, April 9, 2015

A Whole Lotta Nothin' ...



It's a paradoxical expression, but a whole lotta nothin' is exactly what we've been doing while vacationing on Hilton Head.


Well, we're doing something -- 10 mile bike rides, eating, sleeping, exploring, napping -- and technically,  even sitting and breathing is doing something, but ultimately there isn't much to account for our time.


We eat when we're hungry, sleep when we're tired, get up with the sun and go to bed with the moon. We laugh, tease, lounge, talk ... or not talk.


We do nothing except surrender to the sun, sand, and sea breeze ... a whole lotta nothin' that rejuvenates mind, body and spirit.


Which, in the end, is a whole lotta somethin'.












Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Questions, Questions



Why am I blogging on vacation?


I am an early riser (6 a.m.), and since everyone else is still asleep (zonked!) I'm sitting here with a cup of hot coffee and the window open to watch the sunrise. My favorite time of day.




Why did we go to Wal-Mart last night?


It wasn't because SOMEONE (maybe me, maybe Joe) forgot to pack the beach bag. It was because SOMEONE (definitely not me) forgot to pack necessities (like ... underwear).  So. Wal-Mart. It's no secret that SOMEONE (definitely me) hates Wal-Mart, and after last night EVERYBODY (else) agrees with me.




What is it about a spiral staircase?
Rapunzel. Romeo and Juliet. A Pirate's Lair. Jono and Timo's hideout.





Favorite thing about Hilton Head?


The fact that you can bike for miles and miles and miles ....







Plans for today?


None. We're on vacation (and that includes my hair).