Watching the film of the laughing woman, I marvel that I looked so normal. We were to act as though happily ever after existed, and truth was avoided at too high a cost. The truth is that marriage is a combination of good and bad times, unique to each couple. You hope for many more... Continue Reading →
Live in the slow lane. So much life missed moving fast. Savor each moment. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge for May 27, 2019: fast and lane.
Doors here in Italy have booth function and beauty. Below are pictures I took in Montesilvano, Pepino, and Pescara, Italy. It's funny to me to be taking pictures of doors, but since I started blogging, I find myself looking for interesting elements to take pictures of for any photo challenges I encounter. Downtown Pescara, Italy... Continue Reading →
Mount Vesuvius looking down! It is not the high season in Italy, and Pompeii was packed to the gills! Fortunately, our hotel was right next to the ruins. Four hours of visiting ruins in the hot sun meant an early evening, but it is an amazing place. To think that one moment, people were living... Continue Reading →
Hindsight is not helpful in changing past decisions, but it will save you some heartache in the future. Not to be disingenuous, I should have either waited until we returned to have the defibrillator surgery or postponed the trip until I had healed sufficiently to enjoy all that Italy has to offer. Yet, I am... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, Douglas and I drove to a small city called Cerratina for a cooking lesson. We were prepared for a esoteric experience, as I thought of Italian cooking as difficult to do. But while it was more elbow work than expected, the actual making of pasta was quite interesting. We were greeted by Rosy and... Continue Reading →
Looking at the Adriatic Sea in Montesilvano, Italy On the seashore, looking at the sea, A desire to be on the water took ahold of me. Something like a zodiac boat, not big at all, Skipping across waves, answering nature's call. Rejoicing in mist-covered shrouds, One with water, winds, and clouds. Written for the Weekend... Continue Reading →
Waking in the night, as hungry as a bear, Opened the fridge, and found nothing there. Nothing that would satisfy my sweet tooth, And if you want to hear my sordid truth, Unless I see plenty of cookies, cakes, or pies, I don't find that my great hunger will die. I know that beggars can't... Continue Reading →
Like traveling vagabonds, on Tuesday, Douglas and I made our first long-distance foray, a two-hour drive (both ways) to see the remains of a Roman city. The excavation is ongoing, but what was there was worth the drive. Thankfully, the rental car included a Garmin GPS that was accurate. We finally figured out why it... Continue Reading →
When Delia was about age 14, her mother and aunt decided she needed to wear makeup, if she were going to attract a young fellow. They powdered her face, applied rouge, and the reddest lipstick ever produced. Looking in the mirror afterwards, Delia hated the face staring back at her, for it was not someone... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 