We weren’t exactly unstocked, but we needed a few things, and the car needed gas; and I hate to be told I can’t go anywhere. So yesterday I went out into the reputed throng of frenzied shoppers at Costco. Gas station traffic was light to normal, but the parking lot was ominously starting to fill. About five minutes before scheduled opening, about 200 people had already lined up with carts.Continue reading “Have a Corona!”
Many have wondered, but now there’s proof: I’m certifiable.
Earlier this afternoon I successfully completed the last of five tests required for certification as a Registered Parliamentarian. Some friends and relations are mystified by all this, and it occurs to me that this blog is a dandy way to explain. Here’s some Q&A.Continue reading “Certifiable”
One of the great things about blogs is that they automatically add the most recent post at the top. But that’s also a problem when you’re using a blog to tell a story: the natural way to tell a story is to start at the beginning. So, herewith, the chronological guide to 2019’s Lavezzi trip to Italy.
- September 19: Preflight Check
- September 20: Italy 2019, In Flight
- September 21: A Tale of Three Cities
- September 22: We Play the Palace
- September 23: Exploring Genoa
- September 24: Life on the Farm
- September 25: Wash Day
- September 26: Following the Valley
- September 27: So, about This Feast . . .
- September 28: The Other Side of the Valley
- September 29: And Now, the Feast!
- September 30: We Drive the Boot
- October 1: Cave Dwellers
- October 2: From Sasso to Trullo
- October 3: Our Night in a Trullo
- October 8: Return to the Shire
- October 25: Postlude
And a warning: it’s not over yet. I limited myself to posting one photo per day, but I brought back hundreds more–in fact, that was one of my goals on the trip. I plan to make a sort of online photo scrapbook, telling the story of the trip through its pictures. Bad news: I’d be surprised if it were done before January 1. But then, the pictures aren’t going anywhere; and for a while at least, neither am I.