Betsy and I leave for Italy tomorrow! A day in Milan on each end of the trip, with equal parts Cinque Terre and Tuscany in between. We're both excited, especially Betsy. It's her first trip to Europe, for her birthday. Watch for photos here when we get back.
Betsy and I are planning to go to Italy for her birthday, so I'm trying to learn some Italian. I like to walk around for 30 minutes, the length of one lesson, with my iPod, repeating the lesson out loud. This is socially awkward, but it gets me out of the house.
Today I went for my first walk with Italian. It's going to be extra-challenging to get the pronunciation right if the weather keeps up like this—it's 22° F today.
A tire had gone flat, so I endeavored to fix it. No jack—that got stolen a couple years ago, along with the stereo knobs, when the whole car was thieved. Call Betsy, who's got the car we've been car-sitting since last fall and whose owner is returning tomorrow. While I wait and do my work-from-home thing, a white Olds pulls up; guy gets out and inspects my car. I see him rub the dusty windshield to get a look at the VIN. Huh? I get his license plate number before he drives away.
I have a nice conversation with the sheriff.
1. Debate politics with family, family friends, and total strangers over email! It all starts with one of those chain letters about Obama the Radical Muslim.
I would like to mention that 5 Barrel Pale Ale and Lillet are both lovely things to drink. And so is water; my acupuncturist says I should have half my bodyweight in ounces per day. Today's tally: far short of the required 80oz.