Back for more rehabilitation

The diesel started to groan yesterday and I thought the sound was from the power steering, so this morning I drove it over to Max Myers Motors to see if it was low on fluid or worse. It is worse than just low, but we don’t know how much; I called Robert and he came over and got me and I am back – munching on a snack and checking email and the news. I got back in the middle of a movie called Lymetime (or something like that) starring Alec Baldwin. I really don’t care for him, but got sucked in. Sitting here with cushions and food and a TV movie has put me a lazy mood and I looked to see if another movie was on. I read through the guide and came across the word poignant in one plot summary. I don’t feel like poignant today and nothing else appealed to me, so I am typing with the story of the Venice Flood Gate construction in the background.

Actually, I want to get up and get moving and cheer up the house with a fire and candles . . . and some cleaning. More accurately I want to want to get up and . . . I know I will be glad I did but it’s raining and I am having trouble getting my oomph in gear.

Ah, I just found myself thinking, “Only in Italy” because this technical show is highlighting a snag – a national transportation strike. The workers can’t get boats to the site. I mean, isn’t this a major project to keep Venice from flooding and sinking? Wasn’t there a lot of todo about whether or not to do this project and then how to do it? Isn’t it time sensitive in relation to weather and currents? But the boat taxis are on strike.

Okay, I’m getting up.