A Garden Bench…

The Dr. & I have this antiques dealer in what has to be one of the coldest spots in Italy. The town is called Carcere. Way too many “Rs” for my Anglo-Saxon mouth to properly pronounce in Italian so, I just say… Car care. Works for me. The Dr. just cringes. Fine.
We like this dealer because…
A) he has great knowledge & taste in furniture
and…
B) he shows us stuff which has yet to be touched, and thus, ruined.
For example, this adorable bench caught my eye and a sigh too when, after closer inspection, we discovered there was no-way it could withstand even a child’s weight. Apart from the lack of structural stability, the rest was A-OK… the beat-up quality of the orange paint, the rakish angle how it sat on the ground, the incised details of egg & dart and, most especially, the parade of putti!!! across the back-rest. We negotiated a price for the bench with its restoration included. Unfortunately for the dealer, the restoration involved taking the whole thing apart, insert new wood pieces to solidify its structure and nail & glue it back together again. Its cost in Time & Money was way more than thought. However, an agreement was an agreement. The result is charming, no? Gads, yes!!!

I misunderstood…

Called Our Geometra this morning at 9:03AM to find out why ZILCH had been done on the fireplace in the Apt. Azzurro. He was on his way to Rome with his family to visit a brother for New Year’s. I hope he survives the experience. The Romans are maniacs with their fireworks. At Midnight, the city is consumed by a fire-storm!!! And, pointing those things at Human Beings seems not to register with them not one bit!!! I know this because, once, Dr. You dragged me to Rome for New Year’s several years ago. I got out by the hair of my chin-y-chin!!! The city erupted into a Beirut. Across the piazza, we watched an apartment go up in flames from an ill-conceived attempt to shoot fireworks at a balcony next door full of folk. The aim was iffy. The curtains caught fire. And, the rest was up to the Fire Brigade. Serves the idiots right. Besides a burnt-out dimora… or, home… they also had to pay for the firemen to show up!!! Now, that is what I call Justice.
Anyway, I had, apparently, failed to interpret the builder’s Fireplace Game Plan for the Holidays. What I took to be a sincere initiative of… Let’s get going… on the Monday after our appointment on the Friday of the Big Storm before Christmas was, in fact, only a casual offer, if he could spare one of his work-guys. I don’t know how I skipped that qualification. The mystery of Italian, I suppose.
So, Our Geometra said that he will call the builder after New Year’s… and I CANNOT WAIT to get beyond these intruding & obnoxious holidays… to furnish me with A New Fireplace Game Plan. Gads.

Frosty Elegance…

Minus 7 Centigrade this morning at il Poggiolo. Ran into a local friend on the Medieval bridge while walking The Dog, who, by the way, loves these temps!!! I mentioned the chill and he said… Hey! This is a heat-wave. The day before last it was minus 12!!! Good Lord. That’s about 10 degree Fahrenheit. However, cold though it may be, there is a lovely kind of elegance to the frosty white in the garden…

Gads.

Not Much Work Done…

Poked my head inside the Apt. Azzurro as soon I arrived at il Poggiolo hoping, just hoping to see Progress on the fireplace yet, was greeted by this sight…
NOTHING HAS BEEN DONE!!! It is as it was before. Christmas was one day. What did the builder do for the non-holiday days, typically referred to as work-days? Gads.

Last To Do With La Casa Grande…

Before we say Adio & Damn Good Riddance to 2011, Dr. You & I have begun to talk about tackling the last bit of construction of La Casa Grande this coming Spring 2012. This is courageous of us. Our discussion entails confronting The Key Issue of… where to put The Kitchen?… an on & off battle begun way back in January 2009, when we first toured the property together. Istantly, Dr. You had his ideas on things for il Poggiolo. The Kitchen for the main house was one… of many, many others.
To review The Opposing Sides of The Key Kitchen Issue…
Dr. You-know-who wants the Kitchen to go here…
in the dinky room off the Loggia. Sorry, an admittedly weird perspective to show. It’s the only one I have. Apparently, too dinky for a photo. This lone shot was taken before the new concrete sub-flooring was laid down in the Fall of 2009.
My Point-of-view is The Kitchen ought to go here… in this corner of…
the Large Room off the Loggia. The space is so grand, a Dining AND Sitting area with a mantled fireplace can be included… here, in this corner…
Sorry, for the cluttter. I cannot find a current photo in my extensive but, highly confused photographic archive. Instead, The Little Room…
would be ideal as a full Bathroom since, the other big room of La Casa Grande…
is destined to become My Bedroom/Studio/Library Empire!!!…
Dr. You does not know of this plan. I’m going to surprise him. Does the adage go… A strong Defense is a surprising Offense? I can bet a few dollars Dr. You is going to be mightily offended. Gads.

No other news…

Nothing much to report. The Dog & I will drive down to il Poggiolo tomorrow, Wednesday. The AUDI is already filled to the roof with all of Babbo Natale’s Christmas gifts…

a wooden folding garden table…

an oddly military green metal serving tray the size of Tuscany…
a set of 12 Tuscan wine goblets… necessary to toast in the New Year, I suppose…
to mention only a few of the items crammed into the car.
Dr. You-know-who comes on Friday. Poor thing. He has to work between Christmas & Capodanno.
It is always difficult to have The Dog & Dr. in the same house. The two argue over who gets to sit and/or sleep on the Most Uncomfortable Sofa in The World. The Dog feels it is His Due to plop his 33 bread-nourished kilos on his synthetic pile covered mattress at one end of the sofa, while I get a small space at the other end. This arrangement riles Dr. You. Once, catching The Dog… in flagrante!!!… in his cherished spot on the sofa, gave both of us a severe tongue wagging followed by storming out for his terra-cotta painted bedroom off the Loggia. I went back to my DVD and The Dog to snoring in Total Contentment. The Dr. believes People sit on sofas, Dogs sleep on the floor. This is inviolable!!! The Dog & I do not share this view of the Appropriate Order of Things.
So, I shall distract them both with sunny walks in the woods behind il Poggiolo and checking upon any Progress made on the fireplace in the Apt. Azzurro. Gosh. What fun. The evening fare will be more of a challenge but, I HAVE developed A Compromise. As soon as the Dr. traipses off to his separate bedroom for a night of easy slumber, The Dog’s mattress will… miraculously… find itself raised off the floor and onto the sofa in matter of seconds. Clever, no? Gads.