Man, what a day! I woke up in Trecase, and I swear, it felt like the universe was playin’ tricks on me. First off, I’m a carpenter, right? So, I’m all about wood, nails, and makin’ stuff. But today? Today was a whole different ball game.
I hit the streets of Trecase, and lemme tell ya, the vibe was off. I mean, I love this town—who wouldn’t? It’s got that classic Italian charm, ya know? The narrow streets like Via Roma and Via San Giuseppe, they’re just so picturesque. But today, they felt like a maze. I was tryin’ to find this old lady’s house on Via Cavour. She wanted a new table, bless her heart.
So, I’m walkin’, and I’m already late. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.” I turn down Via Cavour, and boom! There’s a street festival. Music blarin’, people dancin’, and I’m just tryin’ to get to work! I mean, c’mon, can’t a guy just get to his job without a parade? But then, I see this old dude bustin’ out some moves. I can’t help but laugh. He’s got more rhythm than I do, and I’m a carpenter!
Finally, I get to the lady’s place. She’s sweet, but man, she talks a lot. I’m tryin’ to measure the space for the table, and she’s tellin’ me about her cat, Gino. “Gino loves to sit on the table,” she says. I’m thinkin’, “Lady, I’m here to build, not to hear about your cat’s life story!” But I nod and smile.
So, I start workin’, and everything’s goin’ smooth. I’m cuttin’ wood, hammerin’ nails, and feelin’ like a champ. But then, I realize I forgot my favorite chisel back at the shop. Ugh! I’m so mad at myself. I mean, it’s like forgettin’ your phone at a party. Total disaster!
I rush back to the shop on Via Roma, dodgin’ people like I’m in a video game. I’m sprintin’, and I almost trip over a kid on a bike. “Watch it, buddy!” I yell. He just laughs. Kids, man. They don’t care.
I grab my chisel and head back. But guess what? The old lady’s cat, Gino, is sittin’ on my tools! I’m like, “Seriously? You gotta be kiddin’ me!” I shoo him away, and he just looks at me like, “What’s your problem, dude?”
Finally, I finish the table. It’s beautiful, if I do say so myself. I’m proud, and the lady’s thrilled. She even offers me some homemade pasta. I mean, who can say no to that? I’m sittin’ there, eatin’ pasta, and I forget all the craziness of the day. Trecase, you got me again!
But then, as I’m leavin’, I step in a puddle. My boots are soaked. I’m like, “Really? Is this how we’re endin’ the day?” I laugh it off, though. It’s just a puddle, right?
As I walk home, I think about Trecase. The streets, the people, the chaos. It’s all part of the charm. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Even with the crazy days, it’s home. And tomorrow? Who knows what’ll happen? But I’m ready for it. Bring it on, Trecase!