My Life is Like …

a bad Country and Western song of late. My dog was  bit on the foot, I have a cold, the dog was left in Amsterdam for 4 days, and until the day before yesterday our house hunting was going no where. But, we now have a house to rent and JennietheDog’s foot is getting better (thanks to some high powered antibiotics and two drainage holes), my cold is in it’s final stages and I had a decent nights sleep at last.
Enough whining. Italy is beautiful and the people here are amazingly welcoming. They love dog’s so JennietheDog is spoiled rotten by the maids here and we even found some sheep for her to stare longingly at the other day. It has rained/fog/misted everyday but one since we arrived. The other day however was beautiful and I was able to get a picture of the mountains at last.

Our house in the middle of the village of Aviano so I will be able to walk to the open market, the pastry shop, the library(for Italian lessons), the butcher, the poulterer, and the cheese and milk shop.  It should make my life very easy I think.
I will try to take more pictures when the weather improves.

Resting on the clouds

This morning’s moon slips away

I head off to work.

Moving On

Well I am almost a month post surgery and so far none of my household goods are Italy bound (that will occur the week of March 11) and I have managed 36 stitches in the Continental style of knitting.  My surgeon says with luck I may be able to drink a glass of water with my right arm by the end of March … it’s the little things you miss …LOL! I seem to be spending most of my time dreaming up new colourways for the shop and new stranded knitting projects to work on once I am legal to knit again. So far I have a lace scarf in mind in a thistle pattern, a pair of Nordic mittens, and the ubiquitous socks that all have to come along with me in my luggage. We fly out on the 16th of March which means if all goes well my first full day in Italy will also be my birthday!!

JennietheDog  has been busily defending the homestead from a vicious onslaught of tumbleweeds … wonder what she will try to herd when we get to our new home?

The wrens all bathe here

In the dust around my gate

So many footprints.