First day of classes today. All classes in the mornings, and it's rather gruelling. Ten to two, with a ten minute break at the end of each hour. By the middle of the fourth hour I had had enough. But apart from that, it's pretty doable. Perhaps the weirdest thing is being a student again, even if only in a small way.
Pretty good for the first day. Woke up at ten to six this morning: fed kitties, sang Laudes, made and drank coffee, got to the bus in the village bang on time. Was up to the centro 25 minutes later. Popped into the Duomo on the way to make a visit. Classes were fun and not scary, and I more or less understood everything the instructor said.
Mostly finished setting things up in the house this weekend, except for the big pile of stuff on the work bench, which is mostly sewing projects. The art supply cupboard is organized and ready. Got all the books done on Sunday afternoon, and the oratory is as set up as it's going to be. I'll be on the lookout for a few things for it, but it's usable. Finished the day with Compieta last night.
Here are a few pics I took the other night, Saturday I think. I've never lived on such a flat surface before - though of course the Tiber Valley isn't exactly Saskatchewan-flat - and I am sort of enjoying the storms. We get these HUUUUge storm fronts rolling down on top of us from the Appenines. Dramatic skies!
Another big one this afternoon, complete with brilliant forks of lightning against the charcoal grey sky!
(Photo quality from my tricorder camera not as good as I'd hoped. I'll switch back to the normal Canon, as soon as I find the battery charger.)
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| The village of Torgiano, glowing in the evening light as the setting sun peeks under the big black clouds. |
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| A little further off is the village of Deruta, famous for its ceramics. |
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| A bit of the little orchard on my patch. |
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| The country road leading to the house. Not paved, and very pot-holey. |
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| Pippin on the patch that will be a flower garden. I'm planning to do round raised beds around the trees, and lay down a clover ground cover in between. |
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| The road between the village and the house. And the beginning of the storm front. |
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| The old well. The
house is quite old, but has been renovated into three flats, two of
which are occupied. But the well still works and it is the main
irrigation source for the gardens. |
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| Henry, sizing things up. He's doing better than I expected, and I found Bertie out late one night with a mouse in his jaws! Good job Bertram! |
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| Our nearest neighbours on the north side: the church of San Andrea, whose bells I hear throughout the day. |
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| Dramatic skies! |
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4 comments:
It all sounds and looks lovely, Hilary. Thank you for
sharing it with us.
Our skies (New Eng) have been comparable. And the wind
is a never-ending story. I thought Obama might take it with
him but he was no more co-operative on that than anything
else.
I'm so glad you are somewhat settled in what seems a lovely
spot.
jd
Thank you for the great pictures. I liked your plus and minus regarding MASS.I went to the Dominican run parish last Sunday here in Melbourne,Australia, and was impressed with the celebrant and his homily, and the way he undertook the whole Mass.I thought it might have been a Dominicsan Liturgical mass but I was sadly mistaken. A minus was the fact that we were asked by a lady -Minister of sacred Communion-to introduce ourselves to each other.plus a little girl stamping her feet during the Sanctus.
What magnificent photographs. I fantasise about living somewhere like that in my retirement. Or perhaps even before.
Lydia
Enrico con Fiore - what a beautiful print that would make.
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