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

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

Monday, October 31, 2016

Seeking Sympathy

"Nonna, listen to this. We went to church this past Saturday night, like we always do. Then I will go to church on Monday because that's when the seventh grade goes. Tuesday I go again for All Saints' Day, on Friday we have our all school Mass, and then we'll be back again Saturday night. That's FIVE times in eight days. You need say a prayer for me so I'll survive."

~Timothy, in a voicemail to Nonna who is always the recipient on any news related to church or church attendance.

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Friday, October 28, 2016

When to be Sweet as Pie

Poor Joe. He doesn't know what awaits.


As I write this I am waiting for him to come home after running a quick errand. He promised me that today -- his day off -- we will hang a few pictures in our rec room.


But by "we" I mean him, and by "a few" I mean ... more than a few.


And it's going to involve much more than pounding a nail. My "few" items are oversized, heavy, and will require some drilling. He's going to have to find studs, anchor screws, and be very precise.


So, here is a graphic on what the next couple of hours will look like:


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Joey


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Bia


I'm going to be sweet as pie and not even mention the two lighting fixtures we need to hang in a couple of weeks.

Thursday, October 27, 2016

It's Fall, Y'all (Actually, It's Not)

Here we are at the end of October, but it doesn't feel like October should feel. At all. The temps through the weekend are going to be in the mid-80's and, I don't know about you, but that totally depresses me.


Last weekend we spent three days in the mountains where I felt like I could finally breathe. Deeply. Crisp mountain air, clear skies and low temperatures made me feel energized ... alive ... healthy.


And then we came home to more of the same old, same old.


So today, I decided to put up some autumn d├ęcor in a feeble attempt to at least pretend that it's fall. I planted flowers, spray painted flower boxes, hung up wreaths, and decorated the front porch.


And sweated the entire time.


So even though it's October (but not fall) I'm going to be Scrooge (even thought it's not even December) and say, "Bah-humbug."


It's just all messed up.


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Front Door


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Front Entrance


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They may not be terribly sophisticated, but yellow pansies make me happy.
(I spray painted the flower boxes a nice brown for fall.)


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Back Door

Thursday, October 13, 2016

It Began with a Little Box of Hair Color

This morning I had an appointment with a little box of hair color which, after the application, shampoo and styling, made me feel like a new person.


In fact, with the new hair color and the perfect (read: not humid) weather, I was on track to having a good hair day.


And anything is possible when I am having a good hair day. So with a spring in my step I headed out to run some errands, none of which were exciting -- bank, Costco, Office Max -- but the day was bright with the sunshine of possibility.


Then I made an impulse stop at a furniture consignment store.


Y'all.


As you may know, I have been re-doing our rec/entertainment room and scouring the internet for various items: farm table, lighting, accent lamps, and two parsons chairs. The chairs were suggested by a very talented friend who thought that Parsons chairs would add a little contrast/color to the wood farm table and chairs. I liked the idea, but didn't like the prices I found at Pier One, Wayfair, Amazon, or Joss & Main (prices ranged anywhere from $80-$160).


But in that consignment store this morning, I stumbled upon two BRAND NEW Parsons chairs. For only $27 each. Including the beautifully custom designed chair covers.


And my day kept getting better: Joe arrived home safely after being gone all week, no school or work tomorrow means a three-day weekend for all, Georgialina Billiards (who has rescheduled their appointment twice) is finally here changing the cloth on our pool table, and I lost five pounds.


Okay, kidding about the five pounds. I think. But clothes are fitting more loosely, so I'll just go with it.


I'm telling you ... a little box of hair color. That's all it takes.


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Monday, October 10, 2016

You Can't Fool Me

"Oh no. You can't fool me. Timothy's class just read Rudyard Kipling's Rikki Tikki Tavi and the evil Nagaina laid 25 snake eggs. Twenty-five! How do you know we don't have 25 snake eggs under our porch steps?"

~Me to Joe, who tried to reassure me that the not-your-garden-variety snake he just killed at the bottom of our porch steps was the only one.


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Sunday, October 2, 2016

Of Two Minds


Of Two Minds
It could be.
But it’s not.
Be happy with your lot.
 
It could be.
But it’s not.
Try and give it a shot.
 
*from the files of very bad poetry by bia

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