When your clothes dryer looks like this you really need to plan ahead.
We’ve got a wedding to go to in Lucca this weekend. I don’t have any clean underwear. And it’s raining.
Necessity…they say is the mother of hanging-your-undies-on-a-candlabra-in-front-of-the-dehumidifier.
On a related but rather tangential note, Sunday happens to be David’s and my 12 year wedding anniversary. It’s also Father’s day in the US. As I will be on a train and unable to post on that day, I’d like to recognize these two celebrations now.
Dad, Happy Fathers’ Day. I’m sure this post about my underwear hanging in the kitchen of my dryerless little house in Italy was not really what you expected 12 years ago when you gave me away to that “crazy, old guy” who I wanted to marry. Thanks, from both of us, for all the fatherly love and support.
David, honey…what a long strange trip it’s been. Sure am glad to have you as my traveling partner.