A quick morning ramble from this Greek island: The wind has died down at last and there’s no more breeze through my window over the desk. Mind you, I have put masking tape over the gaps – a temporary solution. The sea below isn’t exactly flat, but there are no white bits, it’s just got a kind of shimmer thing going on. It’s grey, the sun is just coming up, the horizon tinted a mild orange over Turkey, and the streetlights have been switched off.
Yesterday we went to another tap rehearsal, the show is a week on Sunday. It’s later this year because of when Easter fell. It’s coming together. I wouldn’t say I am getting 100% of the right taps in the right place, but more or less. Parts of one of the dances I find so fast that my feet are already at terminal velocity and yet have to work faster to hit the right beats.
I’ve only been out on two walks this week, Neil’s out now actually, at least the gate is open and he’s not around so I assume he’s jogged down to Pedi. I am now regularly woken by the indoor Alarm Cat at around five or five-thirty. So plenty of time to get up and get out before I settle down at the desk, but I really don’t fancy it in the cold and windy. Hopefully the wind has calmed for a while now so maybe tomorrow. Today’s daily workout will come in the form of a walk up the Kali Strata later, after I’ve been to town.
The Alarm Cat is looking a bit tatty at the moment, shabby-chic they all it. His ears have gone pink and the black bits come and go, but spread a little more each time. His nose is currently in black mode, though only in part, and he’s been scratching above his ears and making himself bleed. We suspect it’s his skin allergy, tinted with a little pre-skin cancer. He is 12 after all, and white, and deaf, and a rescue Symi cat, so he’s done pretty well to get to this level of the game – not that I am saying he’s approaching ‘game over’, just that he’s getting on a bit (aren’t we all?). That’s why he is allowed the bed to share at night (I didn’t hear him at all last night, and didn’t get woken up by him walking up and down my head and sticking his tatty old nose in my ear. Today he woke me up by investigating the shelf outside the bedroom and knocking things to the ground.)
But there we go, here come s Friday, and here comes some more work on the new book, I hope. I am adding a little to the first draft more or less every day. Meanwhile we continue to slowly edit ‘Lonely House’, Neil, who is now back from his jog, is working on his next year calendar and hopes to have one or two in a few weeks, to show folk when they come to visit, so there is some industry going on up here while the fishing boats go out down there, and the grey sea remains shimmering.
