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

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

Sunday, March 13, 2016

Life Lately: All About Spring (daffodils, pressure washers, spring cleaning with style, and the spring break that almost wasn't)

Nana's Daffodils

Ten years ago Joe's mother (Nana) planted some daffodil bulbs in our backyard, and every year those golden daffodils herald the arrival of spring. And although Nana passed away six years ago, the daffodils continue to bloom. Thank you, Nana, for this springtime gift.

Nana's daffodils bloomed this weekend.

The Amazing Pressure Washer

Joe spent the past two weekends pressure washing our driveway and getting rid of a year's worth of dirt, grime, and mold. The photo shows where he stopped last weekend, and where he started yesterday.

You don't notice how dirty a driveway gets
until you get out the pressure washer.

Spring Cleaning with style

Yup. It's that time of year again to don my purple gloves and cocktail ring and start that spring cleaning.

The ring adds a certain je ne sais quoi ...

The Spring Break that Almost Wasn't

Nicho came home Friday night, a stopping point before driving to Myrtle Beach for his spring break. This is his first official spring break trip, with just four friends at a beach location, and it came compliments of i Nonni who gifted him their RCI timeshare for his 21st birthday.

He has been looking forward to this for months, and Saturday morning he and his buddies were all smiles as they backed down our driveway.

A few hours later he calls us in a panic. The resort wouldn't let them check in because i Nonni forgot to include his name in the exchange rental, and they weren't budging. Despite Nicholas having all the paperwork in hand, no name on the contract meant no check-in. Period.

Now Joe and I are in a panic. We called RCI. "Sorry." they said. "Try talking directly to the resort." So we called the resort and talked to the front desk clerk. "No problem!" he said to me. "Just have your parents call and/or email RCI to put Nicholas on the contract."

Uh, huh. HELLO! Where are my parents? SOUTH AMERICA, that's where. We have no way to reach them. They email us whenever they have access to the email but, right now, they are incommunicado.

So we did two things: Joe, on one phone, tells all the boys to go sit in the lobby right there in full view of the front desk. Be polite, but be very visible. And it wouldn't hurt to look pitiful. I, on the other phone, asked to speak to the manager (arrivederci unhelpful desk clerk).

In the end, after explanations, entreaties and promises, the manager allowed them to check in provided that my parents, upon their return stateside on Tuesday, call in to verify everything.

And just like that we rescued a Myrtle Beach spring break for four, hard working college students -- including two who already have summer internships lined up, one who made the Dean's List this past fall, and three who have been friends since kindergarten.

Super Joe and Super Bia


Sherry Harvey said...

You never disappoint. Loving the cocktail ring atop the rubber gloves.

Maria (also Bia) said...

Thanks for visiting, Sherry! Might as well look good cleaning toilets!