I'm giving my hip pain, (since an accident 10 years ago), one last shot.  I've tried everything The States have to offer so I'm going to a physical therapist here.  This guy is an expert on the pelvic area?  Whatever.  Funnily, he used to rent an apartment from the in-laws back in the 90s.  He remembered me!  I am quite memorable though not necessarily in a good way....  Anywho, he maneuvered and manipulated the heck out of me yesterday and put his hands places few have dared to venture.  (The muscle injury is to the back of the pelvic area or upper backside which is arrived at by most awkward means.)  He tells me it will take ten consecutive sessions of an hour each, (weekends not included), so I'll be very busy the next few weeks.  If this doesn't work I'll just have to stock up on Advil.

GP's great uncle dies a couple days ago and today was the funeral.  Grace and I were excused but GP was responsible for getting his mother back and forth.  The man would have been 100 in June and had been living in a nursing home for almost 30 years!  He had been in a child-like, semi-vegetative state for the last 5 at least but his death was still an occasion to mourn and carry on.  These Italians like their pathos.

We are going to the Expo in Milan on Saturday as when we went in June we only saw half in a full day.  We're going back to eat our way around the other 50% of the world.  Off to bed.  xxoo me