I went to Genoa to deal with a little matter of business. Once settled, I hung-out for an extra day to enjoy our apartment’s air-conditioning. Yep. It’s still HOT & MUGGY here. Finally, I grabbed The Dog and drove back to Codiponte, mainly to feed the darn fish. The two photo’s below describe what I found, finished & knocked off Our Builder’s To-do List upon My Arrival…
1. The sink for the Cortile. The faucet is yet to be installed…
2. the terra-cotta tiles laid in the Laundry Room. More progress!!! Gads.
Looks like a kind of toilette we Americans are used to though, perhaps, it doesn’t have the dumpy lines of our Ideal Standard. Here in Italy, what is shown in the photo below is a highly unusual type of toilette. The Italians were sold the idea of hiding the water tank in the wall behind, leaving only a plastic plaque to punch for the water to wash away any trace. This is probably because the Italian Populace were Sick & Tired of having an unsightly water tank hover over their head so gravity could do its Newtonian work. Then, some ingenious fellow developed a pump small enough to cause water to WHOOOSH without resorting to Newton’s invention made on high.
The wall behind our toilette… and it cost a fortune!!!… could not be made deep enough to house a hidden water tank. I too did not want to bump my head on an over-head water tank. Those things are so truck stop ugly anyway. I think this toilette is quite nice looking and I look forward to using it very soon. Gads.
Mr. You is just going to flip!!! The Laundry Room is all white. It is the ONLY paint for such a room. Clean, orderly, precise, anonymous. My Maternal Grandmother… an individual with an overwhelmingly dominant personality. Very un-grandmotherly… had a laundry room painted with black mammies doing the laundry chores…. scrubbing, wringing, pining, folding, etc. Naturally, no self-respecting person would stand for that, on a wall or, anywhere else. And, in fact, My Grandmother had chronic problems in keeping Domestic Help. None of that for Mr. You & me.
Here is a little photographic journey into the inner-sanctum of the soon-to-be-totally-finished-and-appliance-decked-out Laundry Room… once the tini… or, wine-making vats… have been shoved over to the right…
amazing paraphernalia, no?
Hark!!! Is that white I espy?
OK… from left to right.. some of the items you are going to have to imagine being in their Assigned Places, so, don’t despair… niche, toilette, shower, niche and the Appliance Platform. Now, doesn’t that sound ridiculous? It’s where the 2 washers & dryer & sink will go. I am more than ready to do a load of laundry.
Meanwhile, take a gander at how My Cortile has been dealt with!!! More paraphernalia. Gads.
The rains have come and they have gone away. I do not have to water for the next week. What a Blessing, no?
In the meantime, the light spots in this photo are millions of twirling, swirling, elevating spirals of tiny moths liberated, I suppose, from the prison of dry Mother Earth after the rains of yesterday, Sunday. Hundreds of thousands of these twisters erupted from the fields in the valley of Codiponte, shot like gold from the setting sun as they climb to I-have-no-idea-where. Perhaps, it was a dance of plain joy. T’was quite a show, in any case. More so than what this photo might describe. Gads.
Yesterday afternoon, I happened to come across the Capo Supremo… or, the Big Boss… of the apple tort-making Group of 7 while she & her son unloaded a van stuffed to the roof with apple pies, cakes, strudels, fritters & croissants. I asked her how many sweets they had made and she replied… 250, caro!!! So, I said… You must be relieved to be done with Kitchen Duty and she screamed out... Oh, no!!! We’ve got to make another 400 just to make what we sold last year. I wasn’t so far off from the 800 I had heard around the village. Gads.
I must admit to an error in a previous post regarding the number of apple pies, cakes, fritters, strudel & croissants the Local Ladies of Codiponte cook for the Sagra dei Pomi. I ran into my friend, Carla, this morning, one of the Group of 7 holed-up in a kitchen happily indentured to make all the apple sweets. She was out on furlough. I asked her how they could make 800 of anything and she exclaimed… Per l’amore del Dio!!! Facciamo se siamo fortunate, 200 e non di piu’!!! But still, 200 is a lot. Just thing what it must be like to peel enough Rondelle/Rondei for 200 pies, cakes… croissants. Makes my fingers hurt. Gads.
These dainty flowers were a gift from a next-door neighbor. She lives in the most atrociously electric house in Codiponte. Well, there IS that Commie construction on the opposite hill. Hers is on the bump next to mine, just on the other-side of the sentiero… or, stone pathway… leading-up to the borgo del castello… or, the village around the defunct & falling-down castle. HER HOUSE IS BRILLIANT YELLOW!!! It glows 24/7. I mustn’t complain. I receive lots of gifts from her. Plants that I try not to K-I-L-L. So far, I have been unable to exterminate these. So, they are now in new terra-cotta pots. I suppose, in honor of the sagra, which starts on Saturday afternoon. She also lets me water with her private well-water. That is very, very nice of her. Water is nearly as important as God, in these parts!!!
Boy… do these flowering-things ever need water!!! If not, in the space of… say… 8 hours of unrequited thirst, they droop something terrible. Yet, all it takes is a brief & reinvigorating spray of O2 and… ecco!!!… they perk-up immediately.
For some unexplained reason, these flowers are called fiori di vetro… or, flowers of glass. Might it be they are named so, because their stalks are translucent? Or is it that when you snap them in two, they make a breaking noise like glass. Chissa? Gads.