Had to re-tool my money-making aparatus as well. There comes a time in a person's life when they've reached their lifetime limit in dealing with dagos. I've been doing it since time began and I've decided I can't spend one more day listening to someone trying to bullshit me with that particular accent.
I could feel it in the wind that they were about to not pay me - as they frequently do when the bottom drops out of the market for poorly-built, over-sized, tastelessly-adorned McMansions on too-small lots in the Greater Great Lakes region.
So, as my proud Pompeiian ancestors would say - Have tile saw, will travel - They were great craftsmen but difficient in their knowledge of geological matters and poor selectors of real-estate locales. "Volcano frontage" is clearly not a desireable selling feature in a villa. Anyhow, that's what I'm doing - waiting for a shipment of marble.
There's nothing like cutting marble in the summer.
The mist smells like Rome.