The blue tarp of Sarlat...

The blue tarp of Sarlat...
I put the ugly blue tarp up in January to stop rain from leaking into the stonework while we wait for permission to renew it...

Monday, July 23, 2012

Mr. Wizard gets cracking…



Francesco is back from Italy and has put new steam into our daily effort to renovate the property. One of ‘Mr. Wizard’s’ talents is doing minor electrical stuff like rewiring lamps and installing antique lighting fixtures we’ve found and bought at flea markets. In a kind of parody of Raise the Red Lantern – the interesting 1990s Chinese film – we’ve repainted and hung three old metal lanterns and one modern one, painted grey like the rest to mask its newness. We’ve also cleaned and installed three antique carriage lamps on the back porch that now add a romantic gleam over the al fresco dinner table.

We are now ensconced in the new house, which I moved into while he was away. The biggest treat has been finally to be able to house our books properly, rescuing them from long exile in the barn and shelving them on new bookcases we’ve placed in the little studio on the rear of the house, and in another old unit that belonged to Francesco’s grandmother that we yanked from probable ruin in a shed at Francesco’s dad’s castle in Umbria. It now graces one wall of the long corridor on the ground floor. The studio room, a former unfinished storage space, is turning into a cozy retreat, replete with TV and DVD player, stereo, computer, and comfortable seating.

Since Francesco is an indefatigable neatnik, a man who hates disorder and has a keen eye for spotting the slightest hint of it, he launches daily attacks to tidy up and refine every unkempt detail of the place. Floors are waxed, tiles polished, windows cleaned, dust vacuumed, wooden surfaces buffed, everything relentlessly shined. If I didn’t finally stamp my feet and order him in to dinner, he’d work well into the night.

The garden is also a target. He has weed-whipped and mown, pulled and sown, so that the very weeds tremble at his approach. In every direction the yard looks tidy and kempt – not that I didn’t do my best with it during the long weeks when he was away. But four hands are better than two, two heads better than one, and it is good to have my ally and workmate back.

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