Just like last Spring, I suffered severe allergies and migraines from May to the end of June. But this year I am going to a specialist and am presently up at the crack of dawn to go see the crackpot doctor. I love Spring, but it doesn’t love me back.
I remember being romantically impressed with the Italian way of life in particular because the local Priests come to visit homes and bless them. Last year I posted about the Priest coming to the country house and blessing it in the Spring…a few days later there was a bat zipping around the living room and the wild boar destroyed my precious veggie garden.
Fast forward to this Spring and again a Priest came but this time to bless my apartment. I went away for 2 weeks and came back to a flooded bathroom and a few days later the washing machine broke! Hmmmm, is God trying to tell me something?
I’ll stop eating meat on Fridays if that’ll work but come on, how about giving a gal a break?