It's that time of the trip, 30 days in, when the wheels are ever so slightly
coming off the bus.
I am grateful to that great sage: Bud Konheim, CEO of Nicole Miller,
for reminding me, proud member of the 99%, to quit my griping.
But, it's a vacation, and griping is part of the entertainment. . .
The scene: Venice. The weather: cooperating: dry and warm.
The tasks at hand: none.
The food: with little investigative effort: delicious.
The bed: big, warm, altogether cozy.
The city: ALIVE, breathing magic in and out, Carnivale.
The memories arising here: ethereal bits of delicate lace.
In short, 99% positive, in keeping with my position. . .
But, there is no heat in the bathroom, no heated towel racks
so in spite of a washing machine (yes!), there is no method
for drying, save for a collapsable metal rack, you know the kind,
and so we have a bit of a Chinese laundry thing going on
in the kitchen.
The city, being it's typical damp, means a load of wash
takes, we've discovered, 3 days to dry. And, when it is dry,
it resembles cheap cardboard. The first load is
just becoming usable, and I'm putting the 2nd load in now
before heading out, where I should be anyway, for coffee and to
discover Venice all over again.
