It’s been a relatively strange new year. The news that my seven-year old niece lost her best friend forever was a shock to me and to the community. He was only seven. Just seven. Young, full of life and happiness. And just like that he was taken away, an accident. A horrible accident. Such a tragedy for the family when someone so young is taken away. My niece is dealing as best a seven-year old can.
One hour ago I received the news that my ninety-seven year old Nana had passed. She was just old. There was no accident involved, no pain, no suffering. She lived her life full and was able to see many great-great-great grandchildren. It’s sad when we loose a loved one, but how can we grieve when that life was lived to the fullest of potential? When that life was led to a ripe old age? Yes, we still grieve, but we don’t grieve like we would when a child is taken from our arms.
Life certainly has a way with us.
Give your parents and children a hug today, and tell them that you love them.
Long Vacay
Oooo….Ive been on a long holiday with much to much testosterone. Im having a pleasant time however I can’t seem to find the question mark and the hyphens on this newly odd keyboard. Just a quick update here. Spent NYE in Switzerland, then drove to Germany for a night with friends and now we are back in Italy waiting for one more sleep to head back to Sardegna. Thats all for now folks. Thanks for checking in. I’ll be posting more once I’m back on track.
How the Italian Postal System – Blows my Mind.
Living on an island in Italy has its up and downs. I’ve lived here for almost three years and every day the ‘system‘ changes, a new law passed, the Prime Minster can buy votes, and maybe the post will arrive domani. It’s no wonder most of the habitants here are ‘fuori di testa.’ How can anyone possibly trust/rely on a system that is corrupt and changes only for the good will of the already made billionaires. Continue reading
Horse Eats
I have eaten the deeps of the Mediterranean and sampled the rich earthy reds grown from my own backyard. The strange sea creatures placed before us at our late, late evening meal are bizarre, stinky and shiny. One dish (locally known as Cannolichi) reminded me of cheese covered rain worms with olive oil and a few herbs. I dared to try it but only a small bite. The crunch and the image in my mind turned my taste buds off and vowed to never eat or see this food again. One night when browsing the menu I was surprised to find Continue reading Town’s People
The towns municipal police officer is playing street cop and directing two-way traffic on a street built for one. He wears the aviator shades that Tom Cruise sported in his film Top Gun, which two decades later are still all the rage. Continue reading
Empathy is the same in every language.
The sirens wailed in the wet mountain air and stopped. They are close, too close. I put down my book and surveyed the damp valley below. But I can’t see them. The sirens start again. I see the ambulance turn … Continue reading
I’m a Klutz and I’m Proud of it.
It’s roughly 10:30am and I’ve been up and alert for three-point five hours. I’ve ran my pre-dawn run and it’s time to head into town to collect fresh food for the day. The red house on the corner is always sparkling clean, the flowers blooming daily and heavenly, the sweet smell of homemade pasta sauce drifting in the mountain air, tiny cars edge their way through town and I find myself walking… Continue reading
Dirty Blonde – To Dye or Not to Dye.
Do blondes have more fun? Are brunettes smarter? And does it really matter the color of your hair? Or are you like me, someone who suffers from hair color anxiety? Continue reading
Purple Stew ~ Recent Ramblings
Fogged In
I’m gagging for a run. I need to feel the cool December air flow through my lungs. I need to get my heart racing and my blood pumping, I ache for… Continue reading