AMA: American Motorcycle Association? Academy of Model Aeronautics? American Medical Association? No, no, and no. My most recent encounter with this acronym was last Thursday when I went in for my Level-2 ultrasound.
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"A woman who writes her own stories has no fear of demons." --Laurel Thatcher Ulrich
AMA: American Motorcycle Association? Academy of Model Aeronautics? American Medical Association? No, no, and no. My most recent encounter with this acronym was last Thursday when I went in for my Level-2 ultrasound.
Tuesdays and Thursdays are market day in Vicenza. Starting around 8 in the morning, the entire piazza and up the side streets are filled with vendors hawking their wares under tents. Just the sheer logistics of getting their goods in and out of selling areas is remarkable. I love walking around, looking at all the clothes and the people who are are out shopping. There is always a good lively crowd--older women in heels and suits with perfectly coiffed hair, mothers with their babies in strollers, young people. It feels like the whole of Vicenza comes out for the market. Forget about Target or the grocery store. So much of what you need is right there. Clothes of all types, ties and scarfs, knick-knacks, kitchen pots and pans, tablecloths and blankets, plus produce, fish, cheese and flowers are all available within feet of each other. In a short time, you can gather everything you need.
On Monday in the late morning, we made a trip over to Nove to look at the ceramics. TF took T to the zoo and playground in the area, and C and I went over to the ceramics stores. The warehouse type store is piled high with ceramics of all varieties, and I kept envisioning T running through the aisles. Happily, he was otherwise engaged. I picked up a couple of platters for gifts that I needed to give, plus a huge mosaic platter of Florence that I will put in our front room. Unfortunately, they did not have all of the colors of the chicken plates I wanted to get my mom for Christmas. I think we will go back on Monday so I can pick those up before we leave.
I have been working on a couple more books about Italy on this trip.
I enjoyed a quasi-feeling of having the day off on Sunday. On a General Conference weekend, a broadcast of the first session occurs at the church, but it doesn't take place until 6 pm. The men went over to the church at 11 to watch a taped copy of the priesthood session. But, C, T, and I went out for a walk. It was a beautiful morning and we walked over to a statue garden where a remnant of Vicenza's city wall stands. T had fun looking at the fountains, ducks, statues, and trees, and then we strolled over to a park-like area. It was very casual, very relaxing.
After an excellent first day, both T and I were exhausted on Saturday. For some reason, I was awake early that morning from 2 am-5 am. I'm not sure if it was the jetlag or the pregnancy induced insomnia I have occasionally experienced, but I didn't get out of bed until 10. With T, it was more like 11:30. After we finally got out of the house around 1:30, we drove over to the post so that T could get a soccer ball to play with at the park at the piazza. By the time we were done there, it was pouring rain. A heavy downpour. We waited a while to see if it would let up and then finally TF ran out for the car and we jumped in. We had planned to go to the Renaissance Festival in Thiene, but decided to postpone the trip. Good choice, because the rain didn't let up all afternoon. We ended up driving back into Vicenza the long way because of multiple detours due to the soccer game there. I guess there is no calling off an Italian soccer match. But, I got to see the outskirts of the town, and one of Andrea Palladio's (famous Renaissance architect son of Vicenza) most well known villas, which has been copied many times over.
We relaxed the rest of the day. I took a small nap in the late afternoon, and then we booted up the computer to listen to the first session of General Conference, at 6 pm.
Oh, and one thing I did in the middle of the night, as well as the previous and next day? About 10 NYT crossword puzzles from TF's "Solvable" collection.
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For book group this month, we did Frankenstein. I was a bit behind in my reading, so read through it in a couple of days. Kinda crazy book. I didn't like the monotone voice--the ever present Mary Shelley--of all the characters. Ever the monster spoke in the most educated and vocab filled voice in his 6-8 chapter monologue (after learning to speak by watching cottagers teach an Arabian woman to speak French--he also learned all about geography, politics, etc. In fact, after these experiences, he devoured John Milton's Paradise Lost.) I could not lose myself in her fantasy world. It just didn't work for me. The women portrayed in the book drove me crazy--very one-dimensional and the very idea of a Victorian woman. Who is that perfect???
But, it was a decent read. And I guess there were a few of those timeless themes that supposedly help to make a book a classic. I thought Victor was crazy and irresponsible. I couldn't believe that he just left monster-man (a much more sympathetic creature to me) and for two years didn't do anything about his creation. It was only after the death of his brother that he was forced to deal with the situation. It reminded me a bit of the movie AI. What is our responsibility to those things that we create?
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