Staring at un sacco di compiti da fare (a crapload of homework to do) - or rather, it's staring at me. It's daring me to nail down pronomi indiretti once and for all. Bring it, Chapter 15. Bring it.
It's a Monday fun-day of rain, cold, a bad hair day ... oh, and just noticed a little pesto on my sweater (lovely).
Come to think of it, had I been paying more attention to fork-meets-mouth operations post-lesson/pre-library instead of staring, mouth agape at a talk show on Rete 4, maybe I wouldn't be sitting here trying to artfully cover aforementioned pesto stain with my sciarpa (scarf).
What I believe I was watching - between men & women yelling things like stupidaggine (foolishness) & accidente (damn) - was the Italian version of Jerry Springer meets Judge Judy.
Il 'Remedio d'Amore' della cartomante non funzione. Oreana chiede il risarcimento. (Something to the effect of whatever a fortune teller said to fix a broken love didn't work, and now this Oreana person wants restitution.) Seriously.
I stuffed one last tarallo in my mouth, tossed back the remaining Bibi Graetz Casamatta in my glass, & turned off the freak show just about the time the judge came out to make a decision. Ma che stucchevole! (How cheesy & over-the-top - and how handy I'm finding this phrase!) I made a scappata (dash) in the rain 2 blocks to the library to access the "good" internet, turn in the film Caro Diaro (Dear Diary) & sign out two more films: Johnny Stecchino (more Begnini!) and Marrakech Express, recommended by my language teacher.
Allora - Back to my homework - and back to the small but sweet realization this morning that:
--Yes, it's Monday.
--Yes, I had to bring my drying laundry in out of the cold rain.
--Yes, I'm sitting here with my hair sloppily sliding out of my chignon, because there was really nothing else IT felt like doing this morning.
--Yes, my silk-blend twinset may be ruined by greasy pesto. Hmm ... seem to be missing a button now too. I really am a hot mess, today, aren't I?
--Yet, despite these silly little things, I decided, I must be "doing my life right" now because Mondays have not sucked for a long, long time.
So back to Monday - and my homework. All-in-all, there's not a damned thing I would change now - except for my sweater when I walk home to watch Micchi Occhi Blu (Mickey Blue Eyes) with Hugh Grant .... Mmmm ... Monday's even better adesso (now). OK, a small change - maybe if Hugh Grant were coming over to help me with the sweater-pesto situation ...
I hope everyone is finding something for which to be grateful today.
Peace, love, and pesto ... preferably, not on your sweater.
(Photo from direttanews.it)
It's a Monday fun-day of rain, cold, a bad hair day ... oh, and just noticed a little pesto on my sweater (lovely).
Come to think of it, had I been paying more attention to fork-meets-mouth operations post-lesson/pre-library instead of staring, mouth agape at a talk show on Rete 4, maybe I wouldn't be sitting here trying to artfully cover aforementioned pesto stain with my sciarpa (scarf).
What I believe I was watching - between men & women yelling things like stupidaggine (foolishness) & accidente (damn) - was the Italian version of Jerry Springer meets Judge Judy.
Il 'Remedio d'Amore' della cartomante non funzione. Oreana chiede il risarcimento. (Something to the effect of whatever a fortune teller said to fix a broken love didn't work, and now this Oreana person wants restitution.) Seriously.
I stuffed one last tarallo in my mouth, tossed back the remaining Bibi Graetz Casamatta in my glass, & turned off the freak show just about the time the judge came out to make a decision. Ma che stucchevole! (How cheesy & over-the-top - and how handy I'm finding this phrase!) I made a scappata (dash) in the rain 2 blocks to the library to access the "good" internet, turn in the film Caro Diaro (Dear Diary) & sign out two more films: Johnny Stecchino (more Begnini!) and Marrakech Express, recommended by my language teacher.
Allora - Back to my homework - and back to the small but sweet realization this morning that:
--Yes, it's Monday.
--Yes, I had to bring my drying laundry in out of the cold rain.
--Yes, I'm sitting here with my hair sloppily sliding out of my chignon, because there was really nothing else IT felt like doing this morning.
--Yes, my silk-blend twinset may be ruined by greasy pesto. Hmm ... seem to be missing a button now too. I really am a hot mess, today, aren't I?
--Yet, despite these silly little things, I decided, I must be "doing my life right" now because Mondays have not sucked for a long, long time.
So back to Monday - and my homework. All-in-all, there's not a damned thing I would change now - except for my sweater when I walk home to watch Micchi Occhi Blu (Mickey Blue Eyes) with Hugh Grant .... Mmmm ... Monday's even better adesso (now). OK, a small change - maybe if Hugh Grant were coming over to help me with the sweater-pesto situation ... I hope everyone is finding something for which to be grateful today.
Peace, love, and pesto ... preferably, not on your sweater.
(Photo from direttanews.it)
I love Mondays not sucking! (and Hugh... love him too)
ReplyDeleteVal, I've recently come across your blog and love it. I'm looking forward to following your adventures while you pursue your bliss. By the way, when I was newly married many years ago and lived Mexico, it was Mexican television that honed my language skills.
ReplyDelete@Sara - I think we both agree: The simpler we make our lives, the less Mondays - and many other things - suck. Hugh had me from "4 Weddings and a Funeral." Had I not been married back then, I'd have stalked him, I'm pretty sure of it!
ReplyDelete@Michele - Welcome! I have to say I like yours too - cooking for friends is a great passion of mine as well. And food. Mouth is full of those damned giant Pugliese olives right now.
You're right - the TV is really helpful - must find a way to have all my shows translated when I'm in Amercia, like Iron Chef. I want to hear Bobby Flay parla some: "Quanto tempo? Portami il pure` poblano." *Sigh*
buono studio, signora Valerie! The libraries of Florence are amazing... I cannot conceal my envy at the thought of Mondays not sucking in Florence...
ReplyDeletebtw, do you ever go to the Teatro del sale?
Grazie Jeremy! This whole city is amazing, really. I walk past it several times a week (since my favorite wine bar is close to Via de'Macci), but have yet to go to the Teatro del Sale - one of these nights...
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