* Rome: not terrible after all. (Though, honestly. That bus/metro/train system: ridiculous.) Things looked way up after Thing 1 and I were taken in by the elderly Italian aunt of a friend of a friend. Still my least favorite part of our Italian itinerary, but all in all, an excellent adventure.
* Thing 1 has retained every detail about art, history, architecture, literature, or religion that he learned along the way.
* Machine laundered underwear! And no international roaming on my cell phone!
* And my parents came by my house during my long absence and mopped my floors and mowed my lawn.
* And I heard from my translation's publisher, which is based in London, saying they will release the American edition next year, with its recognizable signature jacket design. That will be surreal.
* The wind tonight! My golly! And snow for the next two nights!
* My sister and her husband and baby boy have moved back into my state, as of yesterday. Into one of the very cool and rock-filled parts, what's more. She will be a park ranger. He will run a theatrical organization. I will have a cool place to weekend. With a hot tub.
* Last class's grades in the can as of tonight: this academic year officially history.
* Accordingly,from tomorrow morning until beyond the horizon: VIVA LEAVE! Which is to say: all book-writing, all the time.
* Except, of course, for the new little beets, and peas, and artichokes.
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7 comments:
Woots all around!!!!
Wanna trade lives for a day? ;)
Lovely to hear your voice celebrating. Can't wait to see you.
See? I knew you'd dig Rome. I hear it's all about getting in with a local so you can get away from the touristy areas and dig into the real roots of the place. Sweet!
Sounds like you have a lot to celebrate! Good for you! Hurray!
Hurrah to all of it! At the moment, I'd settle for having a freshly-cleaned house/yard (cleaned by someone other than me) and all my grades in.
Woot! Woot! Woot!
Three woots! Woot!
Woot!
Woot!
"The new little beets, and peas, and artichokes..."
My mouth is already watering. Please, please chronicle your book-writing summer with blogged snippets of delicious meals. I love food porn.
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