Stay outta my house

Gene has been writing the story of our trip to Verona to see the opera. Unfortunately half of the story was lost when we published the post. Gene will rewrite the end of that story shortly.

On Saturday when I went downstairs to bring in some washing, I was unable to lock the door behind me. I called Gene down and we determined that someone had bent the lock. He forced the door to lock and we couldn't decide who to blame. The next day before we went to Verona Gene took another look at the door and determined that someone had tried to pry open the locked door with a screwdriver. Check out the photo. We hadn't been locking the outside shutters when we left the house. We just locked all the doors. Now of course we are also locking the shutters when we leave. We called Mario from Verona, met with him when we returned and he reported it to the local police. We are lucky the intruder was not able to get in.

Yesterday when I ran the dishwasher there was a puddle of water on the kitchen floor. Gene unclogged the dishwasher drain and it seemed to then work. But no. Again we called Mario. Did you put salt in? he asked. Huh? It seems that in Italian dishwashers there is a place to pour in a kilo of salt to soften the water. Ours was empty. Mario filled up the salt receptacle and we thought we were in business. Nope. The dishwasher will only start if you pour water in the drain and gets so hot that you can't touch it. Called Mario again to get a repairman. Earlier in the week Gene had dropped a large bottle of Coke in the refrigerator and the glass shelf was broken. Again Mario to the rescue. Gene's computer is giving him fits. The last problem was losing half his blog entry. Unfortunately we can't call Mario to fix this. I don't think anything else can go wrong this week. Please!

The weather has been hot and cloudy. No thunderstorms. Just the hint of them.

Ciao,

Joan