Note from the editor.  Looking back and reading what I wrote the first couple days back, I noticed that the first post made no sense and in the second I spelled "psuedo" incorrectly.  Alas jetlag is getting to me in my old age.  Now on to my weekend news.

Crap!  I just wrote an entire page and lost it somewhere in cyberspace!  Am back from weekend at the sea but too tired to rewrite everything now so will pick this up again tomorrow.  xxoo me

Well we really have slipped right back into it.  The crazy people upstairs have been at it every day with today's ruckus culminating in a loud slap, bawling like an infant and the kid threatening to leave home, (he's 10 so unfortunately that's unlikely to happen).  Then evidently he started hyperventilating because mom started saying "calm down, calm down".  I'm sitting outside contemplating my very overgrown garden.  I have hours of cleaning ahead of me but haven't had the energy to do it yet.  It's still summer hot and humid so we are going to the sea on Saturday to meet up with the grandparents who are down there for a couple weeks on one of their excursions.  As we started school the day after returning I need a couple days to just sleep and if we stayed here I'd be busy reorganizing everything that GP decided to move around (the nerve of him) while we were in The States.  Honestly, you'd think he had rights or something. xxoo me

Helllooooooo!  I'm very jetlagged and am using a new laptop so if this entry is senseless or more senseless than they usually are, I apologize.  Our trip was a trip.  Grace and I flew Aer Lingus and GP flew Air France as our tickets were the beginning of a two way back to the states in June and his was the end of a two way back to Italy.  On our flight I had a young Irish woman, a redhead in funky hippie clothes,  who after take-off immediately ordered two Bloody Marys and 3 bottles of wine.  Within a short time she was crying, followed by the meal that she barely touched, (can't blame her there), a film that she glared at while drinking the wine directly from the mini bottles and soon after she fell asleep.  There was a baby a few seats away from us that began screaming towards the end of the flight.  I imagine his ears hurt from the pressure.  After he'd been carrying on for about a half an hour at a level of sound that could puncture an eardrum, I told Grace that if she was ever in a situation where she was tempted to have unprotected sex, to think about that moment.  The drunken sleeping girl beside me sat up straight and laughed.  She said it was the best line she'd ever heard.  I thought she was dead.

We got into Milan late morning, met GP at the car rental desk, drove 2 hours home, dropped off Grace and our luggage, took the rental car back into the city with me following in my car, drove an hour out of the city to pick up GP's new car at the dealership then drove all the way back here again.  We got in at 6ish.  I ate a plum and some toast and crashed at 7:30.

This morning we started school where it looks as though I'll be working full time but this school, being run as it is by Italians or sudo-Italians, doesn't know exactly what I'll be doing.  I was in the library again today to help out the new librarian but I'd like to be teaching literacy so I'm promoting myself to all those who could possibly use my services.

I am now considering bed though it's only 7:32.

xxoo me