Yes, a lot of people are saying that bird poop is good luck. But I’m with you that it’s mostly good luck if it’s not on me!

As kids we would say that it was good luck when a bird pooped on you… good luck it wasn’t me!

For me the glass is always full… 1/2 liquid, 1/2 air (Acquired from an unknown source)

What do you mean by street art? chalk on sidewalks? another medium? Why did people think you were homeless? Did your Uncle Jacques financially survive on street art?

Didn’t it get tedious to check the dictionary repeatedly in Italy? I’m glad you survived the Mad Cow scare.

You seem to attract that.

My beloved Uncle Jacques used to BE a street artist in Barcelona for years. His was visual art, though, not performance. In high school I got to invite him to Philly and be his apprentice in street art. It was definitely a crazy experience. For one thing, a lot of people thought we were homeless.

And I would also find it stressful to order in a restaurant where I can’t understand the menu! I remember doing a lot of surreptitious dictionary-checking in Italy. At the time, we were supposed to avoid all beef because of Mad Cow Disease. But one time I accidentally ate TRIPE of all things (having no idea what it was until later), when I bought food at a market stall… Thankfully I did not contract Mad Cow!

Thanks for the Under the Tuscan Sun reference; I had completely forgotten. I certainly didn’t think it was a good sign at the time, but maybe it was in the end.

(Remember the scene in “Under the Tuscan Sun” where the main character gets the villa because a pigeon in the rafters poops on her head and the owner, an old woman, says it’s a good sign?)

Your Poop Toe made me think of that. Is it a good sign – perhaps of all those desserts to come?