Color My World
My intros are getting boring. Cleaning again this morning, this time, the first floor bed/bath. The house we're looking at here may also seem boring to some, but it has two good-sized bathrooms. And I'm convinced we need two bathrooms.
I spent quite some time actually cleaning, but also took a lot of time systemizing my suitcases with the things I'm bringing home (mostly cooking ingredients). And I colored my hair, which is a little overbaked.
During the last part of this, we temporarily lost power, and while I was in my bathrobe, Alessandro knocked on the mostly-unused door that leads to his place. The circuit breaker is behind our dresser mirror, evidently. I confessed I was coloring my hair, but he ducked in and out faster than I could say Clairol.
Finally done with that, I was getting (re)dressed, when Mariella called to say the plumber--idraulico-- was here to look at our kitchen drain (it's had a slow leak). I'm heading upstairs in five minutes, but Joe is home, I assured her.
He was quick. Problem fixed before the lift brought me upstairs. I told Joe I was walking to Scandura.
Alessandro picked up Ettore, and the two of them waved and honked as they drove by me. I passed the big pink school letting out; it was a joyful hum, like drunken wasps in droves. Parents everywhere, picking up kids, walking or driving them home. The weekend has begun!
I changed my mind about Scandura, and turned back to stop as the unmarked CRAI. If we do buy Rosalba's place, I want to learn the layout. It's not as well-stocked as the one closer to our place now, but there's also a Decò just a few yards down.
Leaving CRAI, I passed a nursery school across the street, and saw a mom dashing across, holding her little one, and wearing heels that might've been made to support the Venetian palazzi. I have total respect, and almost wanted to bow.
I was a little surprised there was no word from Mariella about lunch, since it's usually Venerdì Pesce, bit she's had a rough few weeks. Another funeral yesterday; her cousin's daughter dropped dead of a heart attack. Good Lord. Is that the end of the bad things in threes curse?
I made Bucatini Amatriciana again, using up the opened passata, and some fresh guanciale. A modest salad accompanied, but some landed on my light colored slacks, which absorbed the olive oil immediately. We finished with another 'perfect' caffè, and I cleaned up the kitchen right before removing my pants to treat the oil stain. Naturally, this is when Elena came to our door. I warned her not to be alarmed, although I think she was a bit baffled!
Joe and I thought A Maidda would be a good choice for dinner tonight. Check out these prices!
Now I'm browsing local news. Soon Catania Will have their Christmas markets, and the real estate market has responded to the huge post-US election influx of visa requests.
And now Vincenzo has called... Dinner and music tonight at 10 pm at Circolo Castriota We need to be on the road at 5:45 am tomorrow. Well; life is short, right? Squeeze it all in!
I held out until 11:00, not wanting to be rude or appear ungrateful, when I apologized but told Vincenzo I need to go to sleep. They're performing the last song right now, he said. My sister will get this: Pakistani.
It'll be a late one and we'll need to sleep fast. Wish me luck tomorrow -- I'm a witch without my sleep!
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