It’s always nice when the king returns; they paint the houses anew, sweep the streets, swag garlands from the lampposts. I’ve been doing what I can to make sure our little farm looks tidy and nice; mowing the entry drive and lawn, cleaning like a pitiable char woman, putting what I can in order.
Francesco finally comes home tomorrow night and Arcadio and I will have endured a total of thirty-eight days at La Placette Haute completely on our own.
Yes, we plan to celebrate and we both hope our king is ready to talk, have a conversation, listen patiently to whatever we decide to say or meow - for it’s been a long, long time since either the cat or I have been able to communicate with any other living creature.
Why we haven’t gone totally ga-ga is beyond me.
Some of the prep work has been decidedly unglamorous. I spent nearly three hours today sweeping the downstairs floor of the barn in a first attempt to convert the space into a workshop. If the vision is realized it will be a great place for carpentry, painting, and the like – a huge room of about 30X50 feet with a sound concrete floor, two large windows and a double door overlooking our ‘back forty’ (a pretty meadow).
I’ve tentatively arranged our tools, gardening equipment, and painting gear there and think it will be a valuable improvement. I do hope the king agrees.
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