Procrastinating & Pics . . .

I'm procrastinating right now - I ought to be reading St. John of the Cross or brushing up on my Greek or at the very least unloading the washing machine. But instead I'm going to post some pictures.

This is a shot of the sea at sunset, taken on a brief walk down to the shore that Kevin and I took yesterday, just after a rainstorm blew through. Tough life. (I was wearing a winter coat and scarf, though - it's not like it's swimsuit weather here.)






This is our front gate, from the inside, and our leafless pomegranate tree - the tree being another one of God's funny surprises. The morning that Kevin and I came to see this "apartment" for the first time, I was looking at the pomegranates carved on some of the furniture in Jona's apartment where we were staying and commented that for all the looking I'd done last year, I had yet to see a single pomegranate in Italy. Well, that afternoon I ended up with not one pomegranate, but a whole tree-full, table-full, fruit-fly-mobbing glorious red juice-fest-full of pomegranates. Fortunately, Martha Stewart taught me how to peel pomegranates and emerge unstained - in short, peel the pomegranate underwater (just the pomegranate and your hands - the rest of you can stay unsubmerged). The pomegranates from the tree weren't the world's best - the seeds were more seed than juice-sack - but they were still a punchy sweet-and-a-little-tart snack.








Now - what is wrong with this picture?
Answer: This is what happens when a nifty "retractable" lamp decides that it is tired of staying retracted. The light is currently dangling at the level of the "Michigan" on my Michigan sweatshirt. I can look down on our "overhead" lamp.

This happened last night - just before we spontaneously lost power. Kevin has my great respect for a) making canelloni b) in the dark (partly) while c) dodging a descending lamp and then d) figuring out what the electrical issue was and fixing it! Mr. Wonderful!










Finally, here is my non-procrastinating husband himself. He looks like he's procrastinating in this picture (& I, were you to see me, look very industrious as I type away on my laptop), but looks are deceiving. He's in the midst of doing the transcription of a focus group session for the Angelicum's Strategic Planning office.