Thanks be to the operating system upgrade,

Which has degraded my access to the Wi-Fi.

Except in times of drought, rain (at home) is little more than headlights and wipers.

Afoot in these hill towns, after the eclectic weekly market (What fun!), it is so much more:

• a heavy bag of groceries in each hand, with no remainder for the umbrella, on the trek back from the Euro Spin (grocery)
• a sudden burst of wind, throwing open a bathroom window and a terrace door, with plenty of rain along for the ride
• one thunderous clap of thunder after another after another (if you will forgive the redundant measures of frequency and force)
• double sheets of rain, which eerily shroud the hillside above our terrace in blankets of fog

• Upright on my screen, the photographs in the post below look sideways to Rebecca. (“Look, sir? They are!”)
• Inaccessible for long stretches on my MacBook Air, the Wi-Fi on all the other devices in our apartment works just fine.

Family-style can always wait.

Carriagereturner had a date

Yesteryear’s enriched by far.

Picture’s worth a 1000 words:

The puccini we’re having tonight

is a new form of pasta, I’m told.

Only offered in a single house

Served with a special sauce.

Band was joined to play:

“From this day forth

We pledge our troth.”

To every sale, turn, turn, turn.

There is a season, turn, turn, turn.

And a lifetime to every purchase under heaven.

 

A time to try on, a time to pull off.

A time to try on, a time to pull off.

And a lifetime to every purchase under heaven.

 

A time to move on, a time to stay put.

A time to move on, a time to stay put.

And a lifetime to every purchase under heaven.

 

For every sale, turn, turn, turn.

There is full price, turn, turn, turn.

And a lifetime of repayments on the credit plan.

 

Lyrics adapted from the Peter Seeger adaptation of the Words from the Book of Ecclesiastes

Sundays, we clean house.  (Most of Italy seems to take the day for family.)

Rainy days, we wait on cloud breaks for the trip to EuroSpin (supermercato).

Days after (another big adventure), we sleep and eat, aim to write and paint.

In one of those circles, the center of the village looked like this:

While in a different circle, the same center looked like this: