Monday, August 19, 2019

Homework here and there

Last week I switched my blog to blogger.com. I am in the process of reposting that blog here. So you will see there a few earlier posts now. In the next few weeks I will be adding photos to those posts and will do my best to keep things current here.

We are waiting for an important translation of some Italian documents; once those arrive we will finally be submitting his documents to the office of homeland security in the American Embassy in Rome, along with our application for his visa.

Once they have that, they will do a quick security check, send the application to Naples where they will ask for more documents, more money, and a doctor's report , dr's visit and an interview for the Sicilian.

We'll see how long all this takes.

In September I return to the States without my new husband. I return to work and my Homeopathic studies.

So until I leave, I will be studying, eating tomatoes that look like flowers, enjoying the heat and lemon granita.

When I need a break from the books, I'll stop by here.



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Tuesday, January 17, 2017




Early October, 2011 when he smashed my computer with so much force that its splintering shards tore the screen on the window- I almost left my body- which would have been for the second time in my life. Instead, any remnant of  loyalty, desire, wish, resentment, insistence or fear evaporated.  By November 10th I was able to move back to a safe and empty house. My brother, loyal and honest moved in and that summer the corn grew tall and Hector the neighborhood stray joined us.  

This was in a small town in Southern NJ known for it's pine trees and blueberries.  

I am in the States, but this blog is still on Sicilian time.  So it reads 1/17/17. Six more months till the 6th anniversary of the worst day of my life.   Or the best.  Learning of the impossibilities that make up a life ruled by madness can be helpful. 

more about this, perhaps, but definitely another time. 

I remember feeling disloyal to write after January 2011.  Each discovery, each test of reality pushing us further into the absurd.  Nothing would have been kind. And worse, perhaps, nothing would have made it easy to stay.  Until October, I needed  for it to be tolerable, just until I took the last part of my boards.

Tonight I  read here, which I had not done in as long a time since I last wrote: like an anthropologist,  without feeling.  Except when I read about crisp white paper bags, ciabatta rolls  whose green and black olives picked from the trees just down the road, filled the emptiness of the dough; flying into the Palermo airport- these entries - for these entries the emotion came on strong. 






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