A quick Symi catch up on news from up here in the village… Another quiet Sunday passed off without incident. We went back to our old house and the area to see if we could see or hear Jack out and about, but there was no sign of him. As of Monday late morning he’d still not come home. I expect he is having a wail of a time beatings up all manner of poor cats in some neighbourhood; he’s not been in a good fight for ages.
Interestingly, it was nearly one year ago that we moved house. Since that time he has ventured out and about on only a few occasions, even though we have left our courtyard gate open for him in the hope that he will explore the area. He has done this in the past too, and returned the following morning or afternoon, on one occasion he came back after two days and on another we went and got him from the old house after three. There’s not a lot we can do about it really, he’ll come back if and when he wants to, or he may stay away for good and we may never see him again. He’s a cat. I reckon he’ll be back… at some point.
Apart from peaceful mornings and no need to clean out the dirt tray (we’ve just bought eight big bags of litter, so he’d better come back and use it!) there’s not been a lot else going on at the house. As you might have read, Saturday was very windy and so all shutters were closed and the house in darkness. Sunday was better and Monday I was able to open some shutters without fear of losing them, and was able to see sunlight again. The sea down there is calm, though not 100% flat as there are ripples coming in towards the shore. Apparently the Blue Star, held up by strike and wind, that was due in at 11.00 in the morning, didn’t come in until 3.00 the next morning – not sure which morning as I was asleep at all 3.00 ams over the weekend. The Dodekanisos, stuck here on Saturday, is back to normal and was in and out on Monday morning.
It’s Harry’s name day tomorrow (Xronia polla all Xaralambos, or is that Xaralamboi?) but he’s at school; now he is at junior school he can’t really bunk off to attend his name day so we shan’t be going – feels a bit wrong to turn up without your godson, it’s like you’ve only come for the coffee and cakes. And that ‘not going anywhere’ is the only social entry in the calendar so far this week. It’s still very quiet everywhere, hardly anyone about it seems, but if this good sunny weather stays and things warm up a bit, I can see café-life returning to the village before long.
