Well those darned weeds...they came back. So when he returned from Switzerland, where he lives the other half of his time, he got to work on the weeds. We would see him outside every now and then with a knife, like the one you used to put butter on your bread this morning, digging into the ground to get to the root of a circle of weeds. He picked random spots but all over the yard.
Our stories hit a new high for me and Evan though when we saw this.
Another Lino-ism happened when I was still in the hospital with Porter and Eli. Evan came home one afternoon from the hospital to find Lino gathering some equipment for a trip to the roof. Rope mainly. Evan's story when he came back to the hospital was so outlandish I really didn't believe him. "When I got home, Lino (70 years young) tied himself to a rope and walked off the balcony." Why you ask? To clean his gutters. I mean, what was Lino going to do without Evan holding the other end of the rope?
Oh, Lino the landlord, how you make me chuckle. Great stories and I can't believe he actually burned the weeds away -- I'm going to die laughing if they come back anyways. Italian landlords are the best. Our landlords only visit about 1 weekend every month to work on the grounds and in the Fall the leaves weren't falling fast enough for our landlord to get done raking them all up so his 70 year old self climbed high up in the tree without a rope and shook the branches to make the leaves fall. Crazy landlords... :)
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