Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Chi Straightener Italy

Nothing to say All my life


Late yesterday afternoon I sent an e-mail to my boss telling him that today I took a day off to celebrate our third wedding anniversary. He said making me good wishes and saying that I deserved the day off and I would not have been charged. I was pleasantly surprised.

In the evening I went down to Cremona by Maria Luisa. She would come up in Brescia because these days I suffered a bit 'due to a bout of labyrinthitis. But since I had driven without any problems going to and fro office, I decided to move his wife to leave me quiet and to follow the original plan that it took today on a visit to Piacenza.

Yesterday evening we would go to the movies, but since the room close to us do not project anything we particularly liked, we stayed at home to waste time at the computer. I first made an on-line printing of the photographs that I had done to my father and the big pig that was found in the mountains in recent days. Then I could not resist the temptation to print a photo on a mug for his friend Lorenzo. Both will be delivered at home in the coming days and I hope this little thought that the surprise is something they welcome.

Wandering a little on the internet, mostly on facebook to see what they have published my kids - not to control them, but out of sheer curiosity - the time has made her really late, so much regret the reduced hours of sleep available.

It was our desire, in fact, to get up today with some alacrity to attend Mass in the church of S. Augustine three years ago where we were joined in marriage. The day, meteorologically speaking, was not the best, but responding to the various SMS greetings that arrived in the meantime, we said that was definitely better than it had been the 'September 8, 2007.

After we lingered a few more time wandering through the stalls of the market held every Wednesday morning in the center of Cremona, we finally got into the car in the direction of Piacenza. Honestly, I approached this trip of a few kilometers with reduced enthusiasm at the thought of having to move through the streets of a city, unknown to me, with an umbrella in hand so as not too wet.

And instead, leaving just the hometown of Maria Luisa, we see some glimmer of blue in the right direction we are moving. The road ahead was really little and I did not want to thread on the highway. I proceeded to speed unsure about any limit imposed on municipal movement. At the same time I watched the rearview mirror as not to cause traffic jams and the risk of irritating those who were not around for us as Buontempo and had more in a hurry to get there.

joints near the center, we left the car parked in one of the first places to stock paid by us. Not sorry to take long walks on foot and meet as part of the greater movement of advice that our doctors do both. With curiosity we spotted outside the slaughterhouse cattle, now refurbished and returned to the city, which has made a museum and a university faculty. Thinking about students who attend it to me made a little smile. In some ways the original activity could continue, although now only figuratively.

converging towards the cathedral, we encountered a few derelict buildings made even more decadent for dirt and neglect of boxes and boxes of the market in disarmament had left on the roads. By this time they may not have great business together. Better to put all the goods into the van and go home: it will be for another time.

Sightseeing in reality was only an excuse for us to stay out to dinner and celebrate with possibly a good meal. I admit that it took a bit 'hard work to find a restaurant that did the job, but it was worth it. We have plenty of satisfied and happy. When we went out again to stretch the legs and aid digestion, we have seen that the time was drawing very uncertain at best, enabling us to complete the tour of the center without having to keep open the umbrella and almost hear of trouble between a photograph and more.

And now here we are again at home. "Where to go in the most evil star of your own home?" So often sentenced my mother. Three years ago, after the wedding lunch, we went to visit her at the hospital where he was staying. I do not think she understood very well who were those two in elegant dress that came to visit. Our applause, however, we received the same from all the other old people who sat at the table and chorus, clapping their hands, saying: "Long live the bride and groom."

Dear Mother Celina, dear father Darius. We are here and there we're going all out, but we can say that it is not hard to love one another. Indeed, with your help up there, it's easy.