exposure by Rick Gush
The view of the snow from my windowpane was a wild-eyed Christmas scene .
This Christmas Eve , I was ultimately able to compose my web log from my new agency . This movehas been a long , arduous and expensive enterprise , but I think it ’s all been worth the trouble . I move the big cat yesterday , and while they were quite disbelieving at first , today they ’re enjoying exploring all the Modern rooms and olfactory perception .
I do n’t have a garden in the new location , but I do have my eye on an idle piece of ground across the small creek that runs aright under my windowpane . The sound of the running urine in the creek is really brassy . At first it freaked me out a bit because it fathom sort of like some plumbing project break down horribly ill-timed . Now I like it , and I think of the Arabic gardeners who work up all those mythic gardens in Persia all consider the sound of running water to be an essential garden ingredient . I desire the folks in Frank Lloyd Wright’s“Fallingwater ” houseliked all that unremitting water racket — it must have been a deaf bellow considering their creek is much orotund than mine .
Christmas was n’t so merry for this motorist , but at least he got his morning coffee .
It was a typical Italian place office staff Christmas this year , as we had two outbound and six incoming software package ( all mailed almost a month ago ! ) that had not yet arrived at their destinations as of Christmas Day . Oh well , at least I can take comfort in knowing that the postal employee enjoyed a nice Christmas and did n’t call for to chafe sweating or increasing their efficiency just because it ’s the holidays . My married woman and I have already made an agreement with our niece that we will table all of our gift exchange until former January . That ’s the traditional time in Italy anyway , as the vacation known as the Befana , on Jan. 6 , is when Italian children traditionally get their best winter vacation gift .
The view of the snowfall from my window was a romantic Christmas scene.
The closest we come to a bloodless Christmas was the snow we got last week . The rainwater washed it all aside by Christmas , but I did get a few photographs . The picture above is of the view from my old federal agency . moderately romantic , is n’t it ? We only get snow once every three or four years , and it always lasts only for a forgetful period . All the tropical plants like banana tree and hibiscus get burn off , but then bounce in good order back in the leaping . Once about 50 years ago it snow and develop so dusty that someolive treesdied .
In a not - so - merry report , a vehicle crashed into the creek fencing just down the road from my unexampled billet ( envision properly ) . He ’s favourable the little pipe fencing was there , because below that is a 30 - pes fall to the creek bed . As it is , he commence out of his vehicle after it crashed , then got into another passing railroad car and went down to the close bar to have his morning coffee before coming back to blab to the police on the view . Quite Italian behaviour . Forget Ferrari and Gucci . Not letting anything get in the path of one ’s forenoon chocolate is what the Italian lifestyle is all about .
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