The house project that we started in 2007 is finished, and so is this blog for now. You can find me here now, where I continue to ramble about our expat lives in Northern Italy.
Update: It's now 2014, and I've learned that house projects are never really finished. In fact, we currently have a water issue in the walls upstairs. EXCITEMENT!
1.19.2011
12.11.2009
3 in Giro
It's ready, the new blog.
I don't know how different it will actually be, afterall.
You may see posts from my husband.
I'm not sure that I'll use the kid's name. ( I know that you already know it! ) I had planned to use pseudonyms for all of us, but it just felt weird and uncomfortable.
I don't think I'll name my little town, and I may begin to be a bit vague with other things. I have a tendency to put TMI out there. . . trying to reel myself in a bit, but not real confident that I'll be able to do so.
Can you tell I am having privacy issues?
I'll take this blog with all of it's details offline in a few weeks.
You can find us here now:
3 in Giro
Oh, and . . . yep, I took the latest banner over to the new blog. If you knew how long it took for me to create the blasted thing, you would understand. I love Photoshop, I really do.
I don't know how different it will actually be, afterall.
You may see posts from my husband.
I'm not sure that I'll use the kid's name. ( I know that you already know it! ) I had planned to use pseudonyms for all of us, but it just felt weird and uncomfortable.
I don't think I'll name my little town, and I may begin to be a bit vague with other things. I have a tendency to put TMI out there. . . trying to reel myself in a bit, but not real confident that I'll be able to do so.
Can you tell I am having privacy issues?
I'll take this blog with all of it's details offline in a few weeks.
You can find us here now:
3 in Giro
Oh, and . . . yep, I took the latest banner over to the new blog. If you knew how long it took for me to create the blasted thing, you would understand. I love Photoshop, I really do.
12.10.2009
in our taverna
We've got a little home improvement completion project happening in our taverna:
Before
End of Day One
Stay tuned for for the "after" shots which should be ready by the end of the week, or so the baby-faced, middle-aged, curly-headed Italian fireplace builder tells me. So far he has done exactly as promised. . . we shall see by Saturday, I suppose. He started Wednesday morning.
* So I took a closer look at him on the end of day two -- ughh. . . . can you have lots of facial hair and a baby face?
* So I took a closer look at him on the end of day two -- ughh. . . . can you have lots of facial hair and a baby face?
12.09.2009
12.07.2009
facciamo il ponte
Il ponte: bridge
It's also included in the expression used to explain the additional day often connected to official holidays -- Facciamo il ponte.
We are making the bridge.
OR
We are using Monday as the bridge to Tuesday, the official holiday, (in this case the Immaculate Conception), thus creating a lovely 4-day holiday weekend.
{Remember, Italians don't have those separation of church & state issues quite like we do.}
We usually arrange for other child care as our employer doesn't recognize the bridge or the Italian holiday, but we were unable to do so today. I volunteered to sacrifice to be the one home with her & surprised her with breakfast in bed, which is a pretty special thing in her book, even if it's cold cereal with bananas. Not soon after, a neighbor called, offering a play date -- I couldn't refuse. I'm off to sort & wrap gifts for all the good boys and girls I know. The sacrifices I make, I tell you.
It's also included in the expression used to explain the additional day often connected to official holidays -- Facciamo il ponte.
We are making the bridge.
OR
We are using Monday as the bridge to Tuesday, the official holiday, (in this case the Immaculate Conception), thus creating a lovely 4-day holiday weekend.
{Remember, Italians don't have those separation of church & state issues quite like we do.}
We usually arrange for other child care as our employer doesn't recognize the bridge or the Italian holiday, but we were unable to do so today. I volunteered to sacrifice to be the one home with her & surprised her with breakfast in bed, which is a pretty special thing in her book, even if it's cold cereal with bananas. Not soon after, a neighbor called, offering a play date -- I couldn't refuse. I'm off to sort & wrap gifts for all the good boys and girls I know. The sacrifices I make, I tell you.
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