What Fun? The Electrical Plans…

The famous Electrical Plans. They use a large scale… 5 cm = 1 m… so it will be VERY CLEAR to the Work-guys AND electricians as to what’s what. The plans barely made sense to me… their Creator… when I drew them up with 2 cm = 1 m. Better big. OK…
The Salotto… at the bottom of the plan is the highest part of the ceilings, nearly 30 feet in height. That wall and its companions to its sides will be washed with lights on a dimmer. The Italians have yet to produce an effective dimmer. This is due to the fact that the Italian race likes BRIGHT LIGHT… at all times. Just walk into a restaurant and it’s akin to a hospital operating room. Ugh. The other key feature of this plan is The Location of the fireplace, on the bottom left. The vague boxes floating in the middle of the room are the two sofa/beds we want to have land here, miraculously arranged towards The Location of the Heat.
The Sala da Pranzo… ditto for the walls at the bottom of the plan and their illumination. We’re going to dry dimmers here too. Wish us luck!!! A chandelier will hang from one of the wood beams of the exposed ceiling in the middle of the room. Please note… the fireplace is where it is because… A) I DO NOT LIKE THINGS IN CORNERS. There is something cheesy about doing that… and B) it is the only Location for the chimney to sprout out of the roof without conflict with a nearby stone wall or cornice of il Poggiolo. 
And, the Kitchen… lots of little box-lights to shine down upon the two small banks of cabinets… the longest at the top of the plan and a much shorter one on the left & next to the mini-door to the Loggia. I plan to put a nice thin table in the middle as a work surface. Oh! The ceilings are radically low. Less than seven feet high. Fine for You, who barely cracks five feet, but dangerous to the American Standard for height these days. Lurch, The Butler, is now a midget!!! Gads.

The First Layer…

The first snow-fall outside and a first layer of stucco on the inside. Here are some shots…
Our Future Sala da Pranzo. I cannot photograph the wind but, it was racing through the newly enlarged window… out of view to the left… out the archway, past the Future Kitchen… also out of view to the right next door … and over the pontoon-like bridge in the Cortile. I stood back to stand out of the gale’s way and to make this lovely picture.
I am very happy that I saw Reason and chucked any thought of painting an Industrial Grey on the walls. You & I continue to be charmed by Our Choice of A Vivid Blue… 
that niche & nichette below will be The Location for the fireplace here in Our Future Salotto. Spent all day yesterday working with where to put the darn thing AND the furniture arranged towards it, while also drawing up the electrical plans for Phase IVB. What I do to make You happy!!! He won’t be so happy with The Location of the fireplace in the Sala da Pranzo. Let it be A Surprise!!! 
another shot of Our Future Salotto, its Entrance Door and the two nichettes… naturally, ideal locations for what? Busts of various Caesars, of course!!!
And, finally, a close-up view of what a first layer of Italian stucco looks like. Gruel. Gads. 

Il Poggiolo In The Snow…

OK… and now for a tour around Il Poggiolo. Very snowy looking, as you will see…
a view from the trash bins. The Dog was decorating the white stuff with his outrageously yellow…
a chilly Apt. Azzurro & La Casa Grande below it…
from above the Cortile…
another shot of La Casa Grande & Apt. Azzurro…
the bridge with 6 inches of white stuff…
and, another shot of more snow on the bridge beside l’Esseccatoio. Hope the Work-guy’s wheel-borrows have snow-tires!!! Gads.

The Day The Snow Fell…

Snow, wind AND cold the morning after the snow fell. A few shots around town…
La Concia, the stucco facade especially rose-tinted from the reflection off the white snow…
the village of Codiponte. Il Poggiolo is lost amongst all those snow-covered roofs…
the Apuane mountains with a fresh glazing of snow & ice.
The Captain Weather-man with Rai-Tv is predicting the coldest temperatures on record for Italy this weekend. The High on Saturday won’t reach 0 Centigrade. I will flee to frigid Genoa after the meeting with Our Geometra, Builder and the electrician tomorrow at 11:00AM. Snowed-out this morning. And, I went to all the trouble to sweep away the snow & ice for it. Gads.