Time after Time

The good news is that my husband bought not one, but two cases of that yummy red wine we both love (you know, the one I finished off while he was working like a slave on the ship). And, the bad news is that he is leaving Monday. I guess I will have to share (trade, hint, hint) some of those bottles with Sue, Jim and Shannon in exchange for some Canadian Maple Syrup when they visit me in July πŸ˜‰

Time once again has slipped by at rapid speed and between him cutting a lot of grass and me saving his ass from sliding down a cliff, I’d say that we’ve once again had another eventful and memorable few months. Coco has finally surrendered her favourite chair for “daddy” and I think she might even miss him a bit when he leaves. The last time he left, she sat at the doorway meowing for thirty minutes. I think the enormous Samsonite suitcase tipped her off that he wasn’t sneaking out to have a cigarette. She’s such a smart little fur-ball (okay, 5 kilos is not little, but it sounds cuter, no?).

When I think about all the things we packed into 8 weeks my head starts to spin. And this time we didn’t take our usual escape out of Genoa for a week either. We had an out of town wedding, a spa day, an overnight eating frenzy in Montalto and what seems like a gazillion lunches and dinners with family and friends. I think I have gained an extra 5 kilos on top of the 5 I already need to lose and it’s bikini weather, Eeeep!

I will now enjoy our last few days hanging out and do my best to put a dent in that big case of wine. Monday will come way too fast and tomorrow I am back in the city for work. Judging by my plans after he leaves, I think I may need some of that wine anyway.

Week one involves making day trips to Portofino. Why? Because we have a termite problem and I need to de-bug the doors and furniture without Coco here and I don’t really want to breathe all that crap in while I’m sleeping either. (Don’t worry Sue, they only eat wood so unless you are somehow related to Pinocchio, I think you’ll be fine).

Weeks two and three involve train rides to Arenzano every day to teach summer camp. Yep, that’s right shoot me now…oh wait, never mind I have a case of wine!

Weeks four onwards will have me and Coco back in Portofino. The house will be fresh and clean and termite free. I will work on my sunburn, garden and diet, yeah, I know, there’s always that second case of wine πŸ™‚

One of my favourite songs is Time after Time, written by Cyndi Lauper.
Here is a snippet of the lyrics, which are so sweet. I really think the “if you fall I will catch you” part is ironic now.

Lyin’ in my bed I hear the clock tick and think of you…

If you fall, I will catch you, I’ll be waiting, time after time
Time after time.

About lmarmstrong66

I'm a blogger, painter, writer, singer. For the love of all things in nature and creativity.
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1 Response to Time after Time

  1. Lin Hunnicutt says:

    It sounds like you your normal self these days and that trade sounds like a pretty fair one to me.

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