I live in a dump
If you are a sensitive soul, come back in a day or two.
The following is what happens when you live in Italy and your neighbors are having the roof replaced, then comes August and the roofers go on a two week vacation. One night after midnight the heavens might open and you may spend hours finding buckets, moving furniture, taking down paintings, throwing down Ralph Lauren white bath towels and yelling, “Not that much rain! No one asked for that much rain!”
That wall lamps was flowing like a fountain. It carries 240 volts and has a 200 watt bulb inside. That water in the bucket has run through the attics and it and everything it is in smells like mouse pee.
I was going to spare you, but maybe you’re wondering why we aren’t eating well lately? I asked the insurance guy this morning how to get rid of the stench and he said open a window. Right. Can you tell I’m bitter?
8 comments August 10th, 2007
