Saturday, January 23, 2016

The Fountain in the Piazza

In Italy, there is a city called Verona. In Verona there is a piazza. In the piazza you will find a fountain. And in front of the fountain generations have stood ...


 My mom (far left), and her two sisters, Paola and Tizi.


With my mother, in front of the same fountain, 1967


Zia Paola holding me, 1967


While I returned many times throughout the years,
in 2006 I returned again, this time with my husband and sons


Family in the piazza, 2010


Me, 2015



Friday, January 22, 2016

Just Give Them Wool Socks! (a girl's take on The Revenant)

This afternoon Joe and I went to see The Revenant. What did I think of it? you ask. Allow me ...


1-

We went to the new movie theater -- the one with reclining seats -- which was ideal for a movie which lasted almost three hours. BUT, I couldn't help thinking that if my Dad ever went to that theater, he would be asleep within five minutes of reclining his chair.


2-

The movie takes place during the wintertime of 1823, and all throughout the movie I was unsettled for this reason: everyone got wet and stayed wet the entire winter. Frontiersmen waded through rivers, jumped into waterfalls, floated downriver, and  got lost in snowstorms. After getting wet they built a fire, but with all those layers (fur and animal hide) I just know they never had a time to dry off properly and therefore had wet feet all winter. This really, really bothered me. THEY NEEDED WOOL SOCKS (and to hang up their wet clothes overnight).


3-

That grizzly bear scene ... I can't even.


4-

There were a lot of themes going on, with Man vs. Nature being one of the main ones. But wait. Let me amend that ... wounded-forced-to-crawl-on-his-elbows-because-of-a-broken-leg Man vs. Nature. If you ask me, nature had an unfair advantage.


5-

To survive in the wilderness during the winter, here's is what you need: a giant bear hide, a canteen, and gunpowder for the purpose of administering First Aid. A rifle would be nice, but it isn't strictly necessary.


6-

Joe and I agreed that the movie reminded us of Castaway ... there were long periods where no one spoke. When you're trying to survive, the spoken word is irrelevant.


7-

Frontiersman #1 to Frontiersman #2: You go that way, and I'll go this way. We'll meet back here in thirty minutes.
Me, thinking: Meet back where???? How do you know where you are to find your way back to the exact same spot in the forest? In the wintertime? With no sun to guide you? And why are you guys separating? Bad things happen when you separate.


8-


I appreciate when directors take the time to tell a story, and this one unfolded beautifully. Despite the violence (man vs. nature, man vs. man) and the edge-of-your-seat intensity (man, I'm telling you, that grizzly bear scene just about did me in) it was a very good movie.


9-


And now I am in serious need of a chick flick. A little less raw meat and a little more tea in the drawing room, if you please. Maybe Jane Eyre, or Pride & Prejudice.


10-


But first let me go put on some wool socks and get Joe (my personal frontiersman) to build a fire in the fireplace.





Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Text: Walking to Church



Our two oldest sons -- a freshman and a junior in college -- know that their Nonna likes to hear when they go to church. Sure, Nonna wants to know about their classes, and she is always concerned as to whether or not they are eating well (or eating enough), but mostly she wants to hear about church attendance because she figures that if they do this one thing then everything else will be taken care of.


And so on Sundays they text her.


For example, Nonna usually receives the following text from Jonathan:


Walking to church.


That's it. No details. Not How are you, Nonna and Nonno? or How was your day, Nonna and Nonno? Just the bare facts because Jonathan texts likes he speaks.


But it's all good because after Nonna receives a text from either of the boys she will call us with the news that Nicholas sent me a text! or Jonathan is walking to church!


Nonna the tattletale.


Of course, there have been a few times in which there were no texts. At all. Which then leaves us with two scenarios: a) they forgot to send a text, or b) they didn't go to Mass. When this happens it's always a hot topic during our Sunday dinner with i Nonni. Did they, or didn't they? In the end we take comfort in the fact that there are more texts than not. Which is a good thing, right?


This past Sunday there were texts. Church for both.


And all is right with the world.





Friday, January 15, 2016

Life Lately: Who, What, Where, When, and Why



Who likes to do what?


My husband. Likes to do our taxes. Whaaaat?


The numbers, figures, columns, refunds, deductions ... he is in math heaven.


And he has SEVEN tax forms to fill out: our federal, GA state (my income), SC state (Joe's income), Jonathan's federal, Jonathan's GA (Arby's employment), Nicholas' federal, Nicholas' SC (SRNS-internship).


This weekend he will start. And while he's happily doing all that yucky math stuff, I have a good novel to read. That's what makes ME happy.






What's the plan?


A planner. In an effort to reign in all the various planners, calendars, and journals I have scattered around, I have been researching how to consolidate. The problem is I LOVE stationery (I mean really, really love it ... I probably need intervention) and the options are so many. But I think I will try an Erin Condren planner. I'm not into all the cutesy stickers and washi tape, but I do like the layout.


And no, the irony is not lost on me. I realize that searching for a planner mid-January means that I should have planned better.






Why do I have a headache?


I need to pick out a paint color. Our rec room needs a new coat of paint and I am feeling overwhelmed. I could take the easy road and paint it the same color (limoncello yellow), but I want a change.


But oh, the choices.


Advice, thoughts, and decorating tips? Anyone?




When did I last eat these cookies?


In Salamanca, Spain. I was a college student studying at La Universidad de Salamanca, and by the end of the summer we were all broke -- our meager college funds were depleted. The last few days touring Barcelona we pretty much lived on these.






Where can I wear it?


So, for Christmas I received a gift card which, since it was for a women's clothing store, meant that I didn't have to share (#allmine). So the minute Joe and the boys left for the Florida Penn State/UGA bowl game, I went shopping with the goal to purchase something unique (and not black).


And I saw this coat.


It wasn't anything I would have purchased on my own, but with a gift card ... oh yeah.


And I love that coat; the only problem is we live in the south and this coat needs to be worn in Montana, or Colorado, or Jackson Hole, Wyoming.


That's okay. The two cold days we have during the winter ... I will wear it.



Tuesday, January 5, 2016

Christmas Quick Takes: The un-Gift, My Favorite Gift, The Best-Priced Boots, and What I Didn't Do

The Gift I Didn't Give


I ordered a Dean Martin Italian Love Songs cd from Amazon with the intention of giving it as a gift. But when it arrived, all the songs -- That's Amore, Volare, On an Evening in Roma, (Ma Come Bali) Bella Bimba, Mambo Italiano -- made me smile! So, yeah, Merry Christmas to me.


The gift I kept


The Boots with the Surprise Price


Spotted, one pair of cognac boots. They were originally priced well over $100, but they were on sale and I just couldn't walk away. Except ... oh, except when the Macy's salesperson rang them up, he told me the price was $22. After Christmas Sale + Macy's One Day Sale + Door Buster Sale = Ridiculously Happy Me. (The truly amazing thing ... I was at the mall by accident and I didn't even know there was a sale. So you see,  it was destiny.)


These boots are made for walking


Game Night


Over the holidays, the two older boys played a lot of board games. A lot. Most were strategy games, but their favorite was this vintage football game from Joe's childhood.


Even the dice are vintage 70's


Game Night with Mom


Occasionally (okay, once) they let me play with them. Settlers of Catan. Evidently I am a bad settler and would have never survived the first winter. But I can't help it that someone had a monopoly on wheat and the other someone wouldn't give me any bricks to build a furnace. And who needs roads, anyway?


The older boys, playing a game. 
I loved hearing them laugh, talk, and tease each other.


What I Didn't Do


I didn't go to the TaxSlayer Bowl to watch Penn State vs. UGA. Shocking, I know. But we only had four tickets, and Timothy has never been to a bowl game, and so I let all the boys go to Florida for a boys' football weekend. Besides, I needed a break. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE having everyone home. I LOVE cooking and making things homey. But let's face it, while everyone has a Christmas vacation (the boys were off school, Joe took off work) I still did the same stuff I always do ... except more of it. Let me just say I had a glorious 36 hours at home. By myself. And I got some new boots.




My Favorite After Christmas Gift


This year I hosted Christmas Bunco, and one of my Bunco friends made these 12 Days of Christmas Calendars for all of us (12 boxes each -- there are 12 of us -- so you can see how this was a labor of love). Similar to the concept of an Advent Calendar, there was a box for each of the twelve days of Christmas beginning December 25. Inside each box was a laminated verse from the song "Twelve Days of Christmas", the Catholic meaning behind the verse, some chocolates, and a daily activity/kind deed.


It was such a lovely, thoughtful gift, and every morning I looked forward to opening a box.


I placed the 12 Days of Christmas boxes under my alpine trees


A Catholic explanation of the song, "Twelve Days of Christmas"


A verse, a good deed, and some chocolate


After opening a box, I moved it from under the alpine tree and placed it
near our manger scene in the kitchen.


What We Celebrated


EVERYTHING: Christmas Bunco (I hosted), Our 25th wedding anniversary, Christmas with my family (we hosted), Joe's birthday, Christmas Eve, Christmas (lunch here with my parents), New Year's Eve, and Nicholas' birthday (his 21st).





Sunday, December 13, 2015

What we made yesterday ...

Tortellini.


Over 600 of them.


And it was a family affair.


When the older boys arrived home from college on Friday, we made the announcement.


Us: "Tomorrow we're having lunch at Nonna and Nonno's house. Nonna is making homemade minestrone and bread."


The boys: "Yeah!"  "Sounds great!"


(They really, really like Nonna's minestrone.)


Us: "Then, as soon as we're done eating we're going to make tortellini!"


The boys: Silence.


(I'm positive they would have preferred to do ... anything else.)


But they were good sports because on Saturday, after enjoying Nonna's delicious homemade minestrone and bread, we got to work.


And three and a half hours later, we had a little over 600 tortellini lined up on the counter.


Nonno: official tortellini dough roller

How old is this pasta machine?
Next April my parents will celebrate their 50th wedding anniversary.
This pasta machine was a wedding gift.

Home from college and put to work.
(But they were good sports.)

Joe, Nicholas, Jonathan: official rollers of tortellini filling

Bia & Nonna: official folders of tortellini
(the two of us folded all 600+ tortellini)


Giving Nonno a break at the pasta machine.

Timothy: official tortellini transporter (from kitchen table to counter),
and official tortellini counter


Tortellini lined up on the kitchen counter.

A family Christmas tradition.

Tuesday, December 1, 2015

Welcome Home


This time of year, perhaps more than any other, I strive to create a home that reflects peace, well-being, and comfort. After the bounty of Thanksgiving and with the arrival of Advent – both of which herald shorter days and longer nights – I just want to hole up, batten down the hatches, and retreat into a space that is warm, cozy, loving, and yes, spiritual. I want our home to offer a respite from the hectic pace that the world tries to set during this time of year.

When my boys come home from college or when my husband comes home from work at the end of the day, I want them to walk in the door and experience that sense of "coming home".  So, I fluff pillows and turn on lamps. I pick up clutter, put away the laundry basket, and turn on some music. I set the table and have dinner ready. I don’t do any of these things because they are expected; rather, I do them because it’s something I can give.


In the grand scheme of things it may seem insignificant – a flickering candle, a fuzzy blanket, a basket of books – but sometimes little things have the greatest impact when it comes to nourishing us physically, mentally, and spiritually.

Of course, I realize that I am able to do all this because, as a writer, I work from home. But I used to work outside the home, and even now there are times when I am gone all day, but since this is something I really, really want to be able to do, I find a way despite the fact that it's not always easy.

One of the nicest compliments I ever received was when someone told me that coming into our home was like getting a giant hug. And that’s all I want. To lovingly welcome my husband, my sons, friends and family; to give them what I can to help make this brief stop in their otherwise hectic day be a moment of peace.  

To be able to say, “Welcome home.”

 


Sharing Ideas: How to Create a Welcoming Home during Advent and Christmas

Physically: things that appeal to the senses
Smell:  There is nothing like walking into a home with the aroma of cookies baking in the oven, bread rising on the counter, or soup bubbling on the stove. Burn an apple/cinnamon candle in the family room, place sweet smelling soaps in the bathrooms, light a fire in the fireplace.
Taste:  Nourishment for the body means a home-cooked meal after a long commute, muffins on a rainy afternoon, or hot chocolate by a roaring fire; it means eating out less, and eating in more; it means having those Christmas cookies, but also serving a hearty stew.
Touch: Bring out the pillows, throws, and afghans … nothing fancy, because you want them to be used; make the beds with freshly laundered sheets for the college student (after sleeping in sheets that haven't been changed since forever, they REALLY appreciate this) and hang fluffy towels in the bathroom.
sight: As soon as the sun goes down, be the lamplighter. But don’t turn on overhead lights; rather, turn on a corner lamp in every room. Have dinner by candlelight (this time of year candlelight isn’t an occasion in our home, but a nightly event); make sure the porch light is on and the porch/walkway is swept and welcoming.
sound: Replace the background noise of the television with soothing music (hymns, classical music, spiritual Christmas carols).

Mentally: things that quiet us
-Encourage those pockets of quiet time to read, play a board game, or watch a movie together.
-Be organized in an effort to counterbalance life's hectic pace.
-Regularly pick up clutter (a restful environment goes a long way in resting the mind).
-Take it outside. Set up the telescope in the back yard and look at the moon. Sit around the fire pit and tell ghost stories. Go for a midnight walk.
-Keep things simple. Host one party instead of two; bake two batches of cookies instead of three; serve soup and sandwiches instead of ordering takeout.

Spiritually: things that give meaning


-Extend grace with additional prayers.
-Practice faith traditions with the Advent wreath, the Joshua Tree, or a Christmas Nativity.
-Each night, pass around any Christmas card that arrived that day and pray for that person.
-Pray the rosary by the light of the Christmas tree.
-Attend an Advent penance service. Go out for ice-cream afterwards.