If not now, when?

One American woman. Twenty acres and a 1650 farmhouse in Tuscany. Random introspection and hilarity, depending on the day.

24 August 2006

Feeding the Beast

Wednesday is universally considered "hump day" in the 9to5, MtoF work world.

It's Thursday. And I don't feel anywhere close to over the hump. Ye ole day job was indeed like a brick wall that I hit this week. So much to do. So little time. So little enthusiasm with which to do it.

Reentry is, indeed, hell. I don't know where that expression came from, but it has never been truer.

HOWEVER: The Show (and by that I mean this here little corner of blogville) Must Go On. Because you, my peeps, are a voracious beast that must be fed!

Yes, yes. Details of the events comprising the super-fantabulous roadtrip weekend will be forthcoming in a series of bite-sized posts, but it shall suffice to say that it is my personal opinion that the entire anti-depresssant pharmaceutical industry would be COMPLETLY defunct if everyone just had access to a convertible, a summer weekend, and windy open Italian roads.

Spending hours on end in the back seat of a Saab convertible, under the Tuscan sun, wind whipping in your face: now THAT is a head-clearing exercise. Add a few good friends, a little open-air opera, and copious amounts of vino... that'll cure what ails just about anyone.

Quick teaser highlights:

78 Euro: a ticket to see TOSCA at The Puccini Festival
20 Euro: contribution to gas for snazzy Saab convertible
0 Euro: a group of otherwise well-adjusted grownups laughing hysterically (repeatedly) at the Italian translation for "asshat".
45 Euro: half the cost of a room in the gorgeous old villa in the middle of nowhere (GOVITMON)
0 Euro: the extra hour, including driving on what we're sure is a footpath, that it took us to find GOVITMON
60 Euro: stupidly expensive lunch in a ridiculously cute Italian town (RCIT)
0 Euro: nothing spent on a darling little old Italian man who insisted on a personal tour of aforementioned RCIT.
17 Euro: a three course meal of porcini mushrooms at a local fair
0 Euro: the night spent face-down on the green velveteen couch at Chez Bender.

PRICELESS: Feeling the wind in your hair, being present in the moment, and enjoying where you are, who you're with, and what you are doing right then. Even when you make a bit of an (ahem) asshat of yourself.

If not now, when?


Anonymous Anonymous said...

sounds like a dream to me!! I am glad you had enough fun for all of us...

8:49 PM  
Blogger NJH said...

"Asshat" is my absolute favorite insult! Please, can you tell me how to say it in Italian??

6:40 AM  

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