No news is good news, my father used to say. I could never understand that, but as my friends age, I understand what he was talking about. I love news, in general: hearing about travel, new jobs, marriage, dogs, discoveries, ideas, food.
There’s very little news, in fact, here in Roccamalatina, Modena, Italy. I am making my re-entry into life at the end of the long, hot summer. We have a painter coming to paint with us next week. I’ve lined up both places to paint and places to visit. It’s still hot out, but not as hot. Swimming has less appeal. |