Sep 192023
 

I don’t know when I became a rugby fan. Perhaps, it was when most of my friends were from Australia and New Zealand. Perhaps, it was the first time I saw the haka performed. Perhaps, it was just a natural progression from growing up with sports on TV quite a lot to enjoying internationally celebrated ones once outside of the U.S.

In any case, I’m now a major rugby fan! ๐Ÿ‰

The last world cup was held in Japan in 2019 while we were there. They managed to get it in before the pandemic shut things down. We were there to enjoy; and the bonus for M was seeing England ๐Ÿด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ฅ๓ ฎ๓ ง๓ ฟ reach the finals (they sadly lost that one).

So, it was with some excitement when we realized that we would be in (or near) France when the 2023 Rugby World Cup came around.

As with most things these days in trying to get tickets, we attempted and passed on high-priced tickets. But, eventually, we were able to find some reasonably priced ones and in a location ๐ŸŸ๏ธ that was easy enough for us to get to. On top of that, it was to be a fun match between England ๐Ÿด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ฅ๓ ฎ๓ ง๓ ฟ and Japan ๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ต.

The day came this past weekend in Nice. We took the chance to go a few days early to see some friends, get some things we had left from the summer, and then have a night in Nice before driving home the next day.

It was a blast and the experience was well worth everything! Plus, it helped that England won! ๐Ÿ˜€

~T ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ‰โ™‹๏ธ

Sep 112023
 

The thing about being an expat is that there are cycles of culture shock that are forgotten about when living abroad for so long. We start to take think that just because we are experienced at the way of life we are exempt from the ups and downs of culture shock. Well, a rude awakening has come with a rather unexpected dip lately.ย 

Not having a grasp of the language, and therefore, the culture, makes it hard to reconcile the frustrations felt around time, commitments, and expectations.ย Recently, this has become more an “issue” than before, though I know it is not that anything in our surroundings that have changed – it really us not them. ๐Ÿคช

M is especially struggling as he lacks patience in many ways with many things. Sometimes he can be very very patient, but not when it comes to agreements that involve business or monetary transactions. ๐Ÿ˜ฌ

So, it seems the Italian way is to charm you into agreeing to do a deal with them whether it is renovations for a kitchen, work on a car, or get permissions for structural changes on your property. The initial steps are very active so that one gets lulled into thinking action will be swift.

Then, happily everyone agrees with a statement, naively taken as a promise, of timeframes and what to expect. Hands are shaken. Smiles are shown. Friendly exchange considered to be a sign of satisfaction.

Yet… the time comes and goes… reality sinks in. The phrase “It’s Italy” with a ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿฝโ€โ™€๏ธ shrug of the shoulders is expressed as a way to soften the blow – it’s gonna require patience and more time than said out loud. ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿฝโ€โ™€๏ธ

The cycle repeats itself with EVERY. SINGLE. THING.

We booked our kitchen to be installed this month back in April or May. We have yet to hear anything. Even our so-called friendly lawyer who introduced us to a new company has yet to follow through. We spend some days waiting around for an answer or update to no avail. Our cars have been in and out of the mechanics for a week or three weeks when it is a day-job at most.

It’s true, some of these things we could do ourselves, but we choose not to. Most we cannot. It’s also true that we accept and acknowledge that there is a “foreigner tax” on prices and even dealings/negotiations that require patience in the learning curve. However, the main fact is that Italians just work when it is convenient for them to do so regardless of who the client might be. The plus is that we realize we should not take it personally, but that doesn’t make it better time-wise when we want to get things done.

So, we wait. M makes calls, leaves messages, threatens to take business elsewhere and repeats his own cycle of frustration and angst. I wait. I ask unhelpful questions ๐Ÿ˜œ and nag because I can.

Probably, all of it will get done in time – just on Italian time. ๐Ÿ™„๐Ÿ˜…

~T ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ‰โ™‹๏ธ

Sep 082023
 

Well, I promised an update from earlier in the week and so here it is. ๐Ÿ˜

The time both flew by and also felt just right in providing me the space/break needed to get myself resettled into a routine/rhythm. As I had hoped, I got ahead of schedule on things and two of three manuscripts are now out of my hands for the time-being. One more to go before the next wave begins. ๐Ÿ˜…

I’ve got ten days left before the online yoga course starts, but I’m feeling mostly prepped for it to start and ahead in my mental planning, so that is really all that matters.

M is back as well, so that actually has given me a bit of relief from the pressures of caring for the animals as well. ๐Ÿ˜ฌ

The other night, one or both of the pups decided to demolish a tube/container of ant powder. The bits of it were scattered across the lawn and I have no idea how much they/she might have consumed. However, in the evening a little before bedtime, one of them (you can guess which one) decided to leave vomit all around the house. This obviously caused me concern, frantically searching on Google what to do, and worry setting in. Most information online said it should be fine, but still…. It was in the restless wee hours of the morning as I wondered if I was going to have to go to the vet again, that I realized: I am NOT cut out to care for other living creatures. I thought I didn’t have children because I didn’t want to pass on my sh*t to them psychologically, but also I didn’t have children because it is so freaking stressful to be responsible for another life!!!!! ๐Ÿ˜ฉ

In the end, the dogs were fine. By morning, there was no sign of distress and no middle of the night accidents occurred, so there was nothing to worry about – I’m sure.

However, I am in awe of parents and single-parents once again. ๐Ÿคฏ I mean, I was just caring for dogs, which are like toddlers for a looooooong time, but whew! ๐Ÿคฃ

Anyway, it definitely made me appreciate having a partner and that he is now back to take care of the stressful aspects. He’s had kids, so he’s already trained to manage these things! ๐Ÿ˜‡

It’s Friday and I’m glad the week is over. It’s nice to have the man back, though it was also lovely to have the time to just get myself resorted. Lots of thoughts and other things have come up over the week, but will save that for another post.

Have a lovely weekend!!

~T ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ‰โ™‹๏ธ

Sep 042023
 

It’s an interesting phenomenon that one inflicts a sense of urgency and demand on oneself even when not in an office environment or surroundings where it is easy to pinpoint the source.

While my work from home fluctuates from trickles to tidal waves, I do not have what one would call “stressful” jobs as a freelance contract worker. On top of that, I have a very cushy home and personal life as there are no kids or relatives to raise my stress levels, even if I do have a tendency to complain about the man now and then.๐Ÿ˜ Yet, for the last week or so I have felt stressed!

I mean, sure, needing to complete edits on two full manuscripts ASAP, prep for an online yoga course, correct online assignments regularly, and try to write my own stuff while attempting to be social with staying guests–all while also maintaining the EPA duties that most wives carry out for their partners, could be deemed reasonable sources of stress. ๐Ÿ˜…

Still, I somehow feel weak for it.

Luckily, I believe the Universe heard me and saw me falling onto the path toward hysteria and meltdown, so I have been blessed with five glorious days of freedom from everything except what I want to do!

This means, I have spent most of the last 36 hours or so playing catch-up and working to get ahead of the game. My task list is looking more manageable and I would say that even my writing this the night before I am to publish it is a sign that I’m back on the “Tara-train track”. ๐Ÿ˜ฌ Although there is still a lot to get done, I think from tomorrow most things will be for future deadlines rather than ones past or ones looming. I do not like to work with pressure–never have and don’t intend to start now! ๐Ÿ˜

So, with that, it’s about time for me to hit the hay to ensure I get my rest to be at my best productivity this week. I’ve got a mix of plans to see some friends and also enjoy some “me-time” activities. All that, plus work, so a girl needs her rest! ๐Ÿ’œ

~T ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ‰โ™‹๏ธ

Sep 012023
 

Summer used to be my favorite season. That was until anything hotter than about 85F turned me into a fiery devil! ๐Ÿ‘ฟ Last summer, we had determined that we didn’t want to be in Italy for the August hell ๐Ÿฅต temperatures since we spent about two weeks living in one room of the house during the day as we couldn’t justify having the A/C on all day.

This summer, we had planned to be away in France where it is closer to the Mediterranean Sea and our days could be spent on the beach. We did that until mid-August when we needed to adjust our plans. One reason was that M got unexpectedly “homesick” for our house and a “normal” routine. The other was because our Peanut ๐Ÿถ๐Ÿ’œ was growing an abscess that needed operating on – they found a thorn stuck in her!

So, we have been back home in Italy since mid-August surviving the heat and trying to create “normal”, though we’ve had friends staying as we thought we were going to be away and they were our cat-sitters.

This week, though, the weather looks like it has turned. Big thunderstorms passed over us and dropped the temperatures. Now, the days are sunny staying under that 85F/30C range, which makes me a very happy camper!

Living in Japan made me appreciate the seasons more than I think I would have had I lived anywhere else. Most especially, fall/autumn became one of my favorite seasons. First, there is the relief that is felt from the dissipation of the summer heat. Then, there is the food that comes out in the fall! OMG, the food!

Although I might have to return to taking some allergy tablets to fight off the autumnal pollen, it is more than worth it for the rest of what the season brings. Here’s to a lovely next few months into the stretch toward the end of the year – already!!!

~T ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ‰โ™‹๏ธ

Sep 272022
 

We are guest-free now and it feels good. The house has been cleaned, beds are made with the pretense of readiness, and we are clearing our minds to create space for each other as we redefine our routines again.

For all of us who live in the area year-round, there seems to be a collective sigh of completeness as the autumn season begins giving us all a little respite from the heat, mosquitos, and pattern of drink, eat, sleep, repeat. While it is nice to have visitors, it is equally nice to have the quiet.

M and I are focusing on our health and fitness. He wants a “sober October” and I want to finally lose the extra four or five (8 to 10 lbs) kgs that never seem quite able to stay off even when I do manage to lose a couple. So, I’ll be eating better, drinking even less and hitting the gym and yoga more. Menopausal mid-tummy is proving to be a real threat and I want to have a handle on it rather than on me!

I am going to lay quiet the rest of this week (aside from a dinner out tonight) as I recover from a little cold and breathe! So, until October – my reader friends!

~T ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ‰โ™‹๏ธ

Sep 232022
 

This is just a short note as we are in the midst of our final visitors for the year. While we may open our doors for a day or two with pre-arranged visits, our hosting doors will officially be closed as of Monday. Family will be the only exception!

It has been fun and it has been interesting. However, non-stop turnover for six months since the end of March is more than enough, methinks. We have yet to have our own vacation and rest.

So, once we recover and settle a bit, we shall plan our winter months ahead and become visitors of others!

In the meantime, a few more days to go!

~T ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ‰โ™‹๏ธ

Sep 202022
 

She was not my Queen and aside from a fascination at the whole idea of a monarch and the royal family, I have no vested interest in Queen Elizabeth II of England. Yet… I have followed her passing and the pomp that has surrounded the process of allowing her physical body to finally rest with those of her family.

What amazes me, aside from the impressive ceremony that the English have put together for the first time in over 70 years, is the pause of the world to show respect for her life and legacy.

We have been witnessing history. We have been witnessing the end of an era, a standard, a balance of role and duty as held by a leader of the free world. It is also the end of a female monarch for the somewhat foreseeable future in the UK. So, as we have seen the world begin to shift, we also feel it embodied in the loss of her Majesty’s presence. Now, we can only hope that what she inspired is not quickly forgotten amidst egos, power struggles, and the pursuit of fame and fortune.

I would have liked to have known her. I think that who she presented to the world was just a small window into who she was behind closed doors. Although she was but a mere mortal, I imagine that she would have been hard to find fault with in her humanity – but perhaps that is just the unrealistic, now irrefutable, ideal that I apply to the little I know about her.

In any case, while I have not really ever had a list of those whom I’d like to meet one day, I think I do now.

Until then, rest in peace, Your Majesty.

~T ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ‰โ™‹๏ธ

Sep 152022
 

All I can think about right now is how I want to be like the puppies, stretched out on the sofas comfortably snoozing away. ๐Ÿ˜ตโ€๐Ÿ’ซ

With a late-ish bedtime (for me) last night after a couple of evening video calls and a 9pm start webinar, I had already altered the biorhythms for the night. Then, a 4:20ish abrupt awakening to the thunder, lightning, wind, and massive downpour jolted me ๐Ÿ˜ณ out of whatever dream I was in.

Whenever I am in the middle of a dream and rudely taken out of it, I am never right the following day. I’m sure it is normal, but I’ve always been this way – thus, also why I absolutely hate to be woken up by others. ๐Ÿ˜ก

So, the storm triggered my brain to run through a mental checklist ๐Ÿค” of whether or not all the doors and windows were shut around the house. Since it is still warm, we tend to forget about one or the other being opened for airflow. Luckily, the cleaner had been yesterday and everything had been closed up afterwards. Still, I ended up getting up to check everything as I was home alone.

Assured that all was closed up, I was able to take a few moments to watch as the sky lit up and listen as the rain poured down before trying to return to sleep. It took a bit of help from a book, but eventually I went back to sleep from 5 to about 6:30, when some noise again woke me. My drowsy state ๐Ÿ˜ต was not eager to be shaken off, but an inner voice shouted that I needed to get up for the animals. With that, I forced myself out of bed, made the bed to avoid getting back in, and started the day.

Between feeding the cats and then the dogs, taking the dogs for a walk, doing training with the dogs, having some breakfast, coffee, etc. and then trying to settle down into a creative writing state, I am still fighting with the voice and my body that is whispering – “…that sofa is soft, the puppies look warm and sweet, wouldn’t it be nice to curl up with them and have a cuddly nap…?”

Alas, I am using my willpower to give myself a 3pm reward of that coveted nap. Until then, I will write. Even if it is about the thing I want most at this moment – sleep ๐Ÿ˜ด. Even if it is only a few sentences on my novel. I will write.

So, this is written – on to the next! ๐Ÿคช

~T ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ‰โ™‹๏ธ

Sep 132022
 

On an individual basis, humans can cause a feeling of great respect – like for the late Queen of England – or grave disappointment. Recently, I lamented a sense of discouragement in the actions of someone I know. Yet, I haven’t quite figured out the root of why I feel this way.

Truthfully, I hardly know this person. She is really barely more than an acquaintance despite her long friendship with M. However, after investing quite a lengthy period of time in conversations with her during a visit this summer, I somehow started to feel a sort of kinship with her. Despite our age difference, it was clear through discussions that it is not the number of years that defines one’s maturity or knowledge of life, but more about experiences and an ability to learn from them that gives us the wisdom and courage to alter the repetitive tendencies we have to make the same mistakes or stand in the way of our own life’s evolutions to a happier existence.

These days, with the #MeToo movement, defense of women’s right to have a say over their bodies, ongoing battle for gender equality, and the like, it is important to support one another to feel empowered, independent, and courageous to show that humanity is not based on our gender identification.

However, breaking generational barriers that have brainwashed a section of society to believe that women need men or that happiness can only be found in a perceived companionship despite what may go on out of the prying eyes of others is something I do acknowledge as not easy. Still, I feel it a duty and responsibility for those who come after us to make an effort to raise the standards rather than succumbing to an arbitrary, unreliable, ever-changing status quo.

So, let me be more specific about this particular situation.

A self-made, hard-working, successful woman who raised two children mostly on her own is still seemingly feeling the need to define herself with a relationship. A relationship with someone that NO ONE who has met him whom we know likes. A relationship that she, herself, has questioned, let go of, and ranted about from early on. A relationship with so many red flags that one wonders when the other shoe is really going to drop to reveal what many of us believe to be his hidden true nature. A relationship that, in accordance with the last time we had spoken, was over – much to our relief and support.

Then, thanks to, or unfortunately because of, a social media post, we discover that he is back in her life smiling away and looking ever-so-smug that he has once again snaked back into position where he can continue, what I personally believe, is his long game into conning her into helping himself to her money, house, etc.

Let me be clear – I do NOT think he is a nice or good person. I do NOT think he has the best intentions. I DO think he is deceptive and ruthless. But, hey, who am I?

And, that is the crux of it.

It is not my opinion, nor even those others who all have similar opinions, that matters in the end. It is her life and her decisions; and our job, generally, is not to judge but to support what she does according to what she feels is best.

Or, is it?

So, this is my contemplations of late. I will likely not see her again for many years. After all, it had already been about five or six since I first met her. Therefore, what she does and who does anything with has basically no bearing on my life whatsoever. Thus, that voice shouts out “Stay out of it! It’s none of your business, lady!”

But…

There’s that other voice, the one that wants the world to be more just and right. The one that wants humanity to be better and for individuals to actively work on evolving into their greatest potential. The one that expects more and continues to raise standards – because we all can (including myself, before you think I’m on a hypocritical soap box) do more and be better. The one that believes that we should not encourage nor condone the behaviors of those whom we know in the deepest, darkest parts of minds and souls are not up to snuff.

Thus, this post of pondering and pontification.

In the end, I cannot do anything. I did express my disappointment and then removed myself from having to see any further of her sharings with him – for that is my prerogative. My hope is that we are all wrong about him, and that he will turn out to amaze all of us with his genuineness and love for her. Perhaps, I will then be able to just blame my current sentiments on my obsession with true crime and an overactive imagination.

Only time will tell.

~T ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ‰โ™‹๏ธ

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