Revise and redact

I am sitting in the  back(Florida) room, sliding doors fully opened, sipping a coconut water, scribbling words...waiting for the muse to strike, or what am I going to write about? My new mp3 is blasting, thank you Fabri, Mick is singing his lifes song, "I  just want to make love to you" and the skies are threatening. Piove! Weather for this week; 91f/33c and 40% chance of late afternoon thunderstorms. Next week? Same. 

I was talking with the girl across the street about my trip and we were agreeing about the different lifestyles. Her family is much more a euro-family. Three generational, from Albania and Italy-not Rome. One thing is that here people come home go into there houses, not to be seen until the next trip to the store...no one knows each other. No sense of community. Where I am sitting there are 6 back yards visible, but not one human.

Mick is back singing "All I want is for you to make love to me"...and I'm obsessed??????

My ongoing photo saga progresses, S L O W L Y ! Another visit to the store and I seem to be moving. Time is not on my side, here. But I'll persevere. Artwork being framed. Both cars in driveway...running well. Food in refrigerator. Money in the bank...well you can't always get what you want! Next visit, the cars stay home.

OK, an email I was hoping for arrived and my spirits and mood improved, that's just the way it goes. News from the Campo good. Baccanale is going to take everyone, news according to K. Great news in an economy that is terrible as this one. A wonderful relief for all. At least I'll know where everyone is.

Now it's U2 and "Only to be with you", sometimes the mix is perfect, timing is everything!

Think I'll try one from the park tomorrow. Early before the heat gathers. Enough of this drivel...

Ciao ragazzi!