August 24, 2008

Changing seasons

It was cold today. The end of August has brought a dramatic difference in temperature. From heat so suffocating that Nando went out and bought two new fans the day after we returned from Madonna di Campiglio, we have gone to sweaters, coats and hats. I want the new month, the new season to represent a new start, so I bit the bullet and did ironing today. Of course, I can’t award myself a medal for domestic nobility. While I was ironing, the South American woman who helps me was vacuuming, dusting and washing the floors. I also organized the towel closet, big deal.