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Random Pictures

Sometimes I have pictures that I can’t manage a long post about.  So just enjoy these pictures and comments.

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It was on sale.  $5 off so ONLY $11.  I almost choked but bought it anyway to enjoy on a special occasion.  It takes me a whole week now to drink a bottle of wine.  (short pause while my friends in Italy gasp in disbelief)  I am holding my own with beer drinking however.

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About the only fog I see here is when I take a bath and fogged up the windows

 

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I might have to do something with these in the future.

 

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Totally miss these.  We can only afford to buy it when it is on sale.

 

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My attempt at colonizing the front porch.  Turns out that our neighbor’s dog is allergic so I had to move them.  I got all these pansies for $5.  The pots for free from the agricultural recycling bin at the State Farmers’ Market.

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Wait until you see these again….

 

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Spring pasta using leftovers from my fake eggs Benedict.

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Janis Joplin stamps.  Look closely at the sheet.  It is a 45 record sleeve.

 

 

 

 

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Returning to the move

Hard to believe that it has been since December that I wrote about our move.  Not because it was an awful experience but because I have not had time to write.  We have had a little cold spell here and sometimes I just  refuse to go out.  That makes time to write.

My last bit about the move was on my previous blog, about the first part of our trip through France.  (click here if you want to read it  first part of trip )   We did make it to Calais.  Had a great hotel across from this HUGE shopping area.  I walked over and had to practice great restraint.  There was a CarreFour.  Ohhhh, it was hard.  I made a farewell tour of the rose wine aisle.  Picked up some croissants and cheese for our trip.  Walked back to the hotel.  That is when I decided to pull out the paperwork about how to use the Eurotunnel so that we could talk about it with Enzo at dinner.  That is when it all went downhill.  I realized that I had booked the wrong day!!!!!!  The Eurotunnel folks had expected us there that morning and now we were going to show up 24 hours late!  I immediately burst in to tears.  Nothing to do but get Ben organized, get him in to the restaurant, collect Enzo and while eating dinner, explain to him what I have done.  I can only imagine how this looked.  Two men and one woman in tears at a table in a restaurant. With the woman doing all the talking first in English, then Italian, then explaining the French menu in English and then in Italian, in between sobs.   I had some wine and calmed down a little.  We decided that after dinner Enzo and I would go to the Eurotunnel terminal and chat with them.

Well, the Eurotunnel folks could not have been nicer.  Maybe this happens to others.  For 40 Euros we were able to get re-booked.    The next morning everything went well.  We managed to get on an earlier train.  To cross the channel you board a train made up of modified  freight cars and passenger cars.  We were going in a vehicle so we went into the modified freight car.

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Just like the ambulance in front of us.  Having a wheel chair person in the vehicle allowed us to board first, in the first car.

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Driving to the front end of the train.  Keep in mind this is a modified freight car.  So no frills.  I never got back to the walk-on passenger section which is most likely very nice.  Anyway the train starts.

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There are only windows on the side of the train car that we were in so it was just like sitting in the back seat of a car when it goes through a tunnel.  You saw sky, then you saw artificial lights and then you saw sky again.   Didn’t take long.  Very efficient loading and unloading.  And then we were in England.

Once upon a time, a long time ago, I owned stock in Eurotunnel.  Since then I have always wanted to go on it.  I was really tickled that I got to do it.

Without too much trouble we found our Air bnb rental in Southampton.  It was very well located near the dock where the Queen Mary 2 moors.  We had a lovely pub lunch

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Got settled in and watched the sun set.

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I had scheduled us to arrive two days before our sailing on the QM2.  Since we were traveling in December there could have been weather disruptions or vehicle problems.  The extra day allowed for that.  We had a quiet day and then we got to see our friends Howard and Margaret.  They drove quite a ways to visit with us.  We had a drink and dinner pulled together from the carry away options at Tesco.  So nice that we were staying in an apartment rather than a hotel.  We had glasses and china and were able to have a nice celebratory feast.

It was so thoughtful of them to come and that really meant a lot to both Ben and I.  They were off.  We all went to sleep.  Look for the next entry…..our trip on the Queen Mary 2.

 

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Elizabetta

Although Elizabetta was not our cat, Ben and I both still mourn her death.  She died at home, Covivole,  peacefully on Tuesday, December 27, 2016 with John and Richard by her side.

 

Elizabetta first came into our lives on our very first morning in Tuscany, in September, 2007.  Siena, (the Lucky Dog, who moved with us to Tuscany) and I opened the door to the terrace and there sat Elizabetta.  “Hey, how you doing?  I live here!  Are John and Richard here?”  Siena, who could be very snooty, snotty and snobby leveled one of her deadly stares at me as if to say  “A CAT?????? No one said anything about A CAT!!!!!  MAKE IT GO AWAY!  I’ll start barking soon.”   I suggested that Siena just wait quietly while I discussed things with this cat.  So, I had a firm discussion with an unknown black cat.  Suggesting that she find somewhere else to hang out.  She wandered off.  Siena and I continued on with our lives.  I emailed John and Richard.  No, they knew nothing about a cat.  I emailed the woman who had rented before us.  No, she knew nothing about a cat.  I asked Ida, (our neighbor then and again years later).  No, she knew nothing about a cat.   The unknown black cat would appear every now and then but made no further attempts to join our happy home.   Siena was happy that the matter had been settled to her satisfaction.

Fast forward a few years.  It is spring and Richard is there, making his once every few months visit, to prune the garden or help out however we needed it.  Up strolls the unknown black cat.  Tears are streaming down Richard’s face.  “This is our cat!  This is Elizabetta”   “Well, this is the cat that I asked you about when we first moved in”  I replied.  “the one that no one knew anything about.”  Then Richard went on to explain that when the woman who lived there before us moved, she took Elizabetta to other friends who lived about 40 miles away.  Elizabetta stayed there a while and then disappeared.  Since it was 40 miles away John and Richard never considered that Elizabetta could have made the journey back.  That is why they had denied all knowledge of a cat.  Of course, I immediately felt bad that Elizabetta had shown up at her home only to be greeted by a DOG! And to have it suggested to her, to hit the road, after having traveled 40 miles through the hilly Tuscan countryside.   Ben and I agreed that we would look out for Elizabetta from then on.  And we did.

Richard also explained that Elizabetta and her brother Max had come to them as tiny kittens from Sorrento.  From the property where Richard occasionally consulted and decorated.  The property that Richard and I believe that my grandmother lived on.

Elizabetta was very independent.  Often disappearing for weeks at a time as other families would return for the season to their nearby properties.  She must have developed a real network and regularly checked on various properties to see who was there.  (I guess if we had equipped her with a body cam we could have rented her out as a ‘security patrol’.)

I stopped worrying about Elizabetta eating regularly one summer day when I saw her hunting skills.  I was sitting on the terrace and heard a rustling sound in the bushes.  I went over to look and there is Elizabetta bent over a carcass like a lion over its kill, ripping it a part, a bit of the poor animal’s tail hanging from her mouth.  I just backed away and left her to it.  An hour or two later more rustling occurred and another little animal met its fate.  Then finally Elizabetta waddled across the terrace.  Her stomach so full it was swinging and almost grazing the ground as she walked.  I knew then that if she showed up at the door and asked for food I should have something to give her.  Otherwise, she could manage just fine, thank you.

Elizabetta was very social.  Always greeting any guests that we had.   The summer that Chino, the cat of George and Jules, stayed with us, she made every effort to hang out with him.  Chino, was British and since he did not know Elizabetta’s family would only give her a passing nod.  He liked to flaunt that he could figure out how to open the screen and come into the house and Elizabetta could not.  I suspect that Elizabetta could but just didn’t want to.  When Nerone arrived, I swear, Elizabetta got her ‘dog language’ tapes and brushed up.  She would sit on the table, look directly at him and out would come this very soft, refined “arf”.  Well, we all know Nerone would have nothing to do with a cat.  And was very worried when either Ben or I would do something with her.  So even though Elizabetta made an effort, Nerone would have nothing to do with it.

 

This December,  staying at Covivole,  as our time in Tuscany came to an end,  Elizabetta was with us almost every night.  Enjoying the fire, having dinner with us, sleeping on the bed with us.  She had a very visible tumor.  We knew we might not see her again.  And now she is gone.  Buried next to her brother, Maximillian who died very young.  Next to the ‘Lucky Dog’ Siena and Nerone, the ‘Good Dog’.   Having her there with us helped complete the circle of our time in Italy.  She had been there to greet us on our first morning and years later she was there seeing us off on our last morning in Tuscany.  She will be missed by many and thought of fondly.

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