Country life

Living in this town just keeps getting better. The old (and young) still stare, but it doesn't bother me as much as it used to. The priest has stopped trying to convert me. Travis is on a first name basis with about every mommy, daddy and child on the block.

But there are elements that make living in a small town ..... slightly tedious.



Example: a simple question such as 'Why has Travis not gone to school this morning?''  is pretty harmless the first time around.  I smile politely and explain in broken Italian the long winded version of why, and then stroll down to the park, which is fifty meters away. It takes me an hour to get there as I encounter five ladies along the way---who all ask the same question. The answer seems to be cleaner and less choppy the fifth time around. So yes, I'm seeing the bright side to all this painful talking, but still....it gets a bit boring, just like the sweet old folks sitting on thier front porches waving at cars going by.

Even the priest warned me about this; small towns spawn the friendliest, gossipiest, (aka. caring) people you will ever meet. Obviously you have to care about someone to talk about them so much. If the word on the streets are true, Tim is a soldier working for Obama, who has gone AWOL. Very exite!

Another interesting factor to living in a town is you know everyone, not even superficially I might add. I know my neighbor has temper problems. Just like they know my son throws temper tantrums on a daily basis when its time for him to go inside the house.

Anyhow, all that to say. There are days I really don't feel like going out and talking with people. And there are days where everything is swell, people are friendly and I am forced to use my Italian.  As I often tell people who think I'm shy... I'm not shy I'm just lazy.



Oh and P.S; No. Timmy is not a soldier working for Obama, who has gone AWOL  ;D.