December 31, 2005
Last night it was all romance and charm, a festival of lights, which began in Mentoulles and ended up in Fenestrelle around a huge bonfire and mulled wine after dark. Children carrying flares, emerging from the snowy forest, everyone holding a light in the darkness -- for peace. I was reminded of the boat ritual at the Roberts Creek pier every New Year’s afternoon, where we build a boat to set out on the water, lit with a candle and watch our new year wishes go out with the waves.
Art has been waiting for a delivery: the essential stuff of finishing up the plates so we can begin work. Mark sent it FEDEX from Victoria and paid $800 for a guarantee of a three day delivery sometime last week. Sylvia said: Wednesday Milan called, package had arrived there. Thursday: they couldn’t find the place. Art sits patiently, can’t locate Mark back home for the tracking number.
Well, FEDEX has disappointed us before, a package to England for a screening of our film. The film was to arrive a week in advance, but didn’t even arrive in time for the screening. They couldn’t find the place! I mean, really, WE found the Mezouin Blancho and we can’t even speak Italian!
JC, Peter and Art went to Mentoulles post office this morning and through hand gesturing and drawing, got a phone number for a local courier who probably delivers for FEDEX in Italy. Problem: once we call, everything in Italian! We enlisted Sylvia; she was put on hold -- for 20 minutes! She eventually bailed, disgusted, needing to get her cooking done. We are missing a tracking number. Unless we get that package there will be no ice to make come Jan 2nd.
Tonite is the big New Year’s Eve dinner at the Mezouin. Everyone will be stuffed. Eric arrived from Calgary, so now there are cinque Galli, un cavallo (one horse, Peter) and un gatto (me).
Last night it was all romance and charm, a festival of lights, which began in Mentoulles and ended up in Fenestrelle around a huge bonfire and mulled wine after dark. Children carrying flares, emerging from the snowy forest, everyone holding a light in the darkness -- for peace. I was reminded of the boat ritual at the Roberts Creek pier every New Year’s afternoon, where we build a boat to set out on the water, lit with a candle and watch our new year wishes go out with the waves.
Art has been waiting for a delivery: the essential stuff of finishing up the plates so we can begin work. Mark sent it FEDEX from Victoria and paid $800 for a guarantee of a three day delivery sometime last week. Sylvia said: Wednesday Milan called, package had arrived there. Thursday: they couldn’t find the place. Art sits patiently, can’t locate Mark back home for the tracking number.
Well, FEDEX has disappointed us before, a package to England for a screening of our film. The film was to arrive a week in advance, but didn’t even arrive in time for the screening. They couldn’t find the place! I mean, really, WE found the Mezouin Blancho and we can’t even speak Italian!
JC, Peter and Art went to Mentoulles post office this morning and through hand gesturing and drawing, got a phone number for a local courier who probably delivers for FEDEX in Italy. Problem: once we call, everything in Italian! We enlisted Sylvia; she was put on hold -- for 20 minutes! She eventually bailed, disgusted, needing to get her cooking done. We are missing a tracking number. Unless we get that package there will be no ice to make come Jan 2nd.
Tonite is the big New Year’s Eve dinner at the Mezouin. Everyone will be stuffed. Eric arrived from Calgary, so now there are cinque Galli, un cavallo (one horse, Peter) and un gatto (me).
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