Tuesday, October 6, 2015

CANTANTE E CONTENTA, IO

that'sa me.
cantante means singer, and contenta means happy; io means me. I liked the sound of the words.  almost another song.
and that just about sums it up.  i mean, there's no point in being miserable, is there, just because you were in a gorgeous hot and sunny city on the south coast of Sicily and you broke your leg and had to be put in 'gesso' - a cast - and returned subito to the cold of Toronto.

No, no point at all.  So i'll take the sun and warmth of Italy and the people I met and just ride out this misery.  Porca miseria, as they say.  

Can't walk very well, or even sit at the piano to sing, but I'll figure out a new system, won't I ?  'Where there's a will, there's a way', as one of my hated teachers in grade school used to say, but she was right.  I have a friend now who says, 'where there's a will, there's a relative'.  ha ha, that's true too.

Got lots of pictures, but not with me, because i'm just in this place, using a free computer, for an interview with Wheel Trans, the system run by toronto's public transport, which picks up all the disabled people and brings them wherever for the cost of a bus ticket.  Amazing, really, and I'm most grateful for that.
So next time I get to a computer - chi sa quando? - who knows when, I will post the pics.
In the meantime, it's nice of this hotel to let me sit here and write.
ciao for now

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