Wednesday
A much brighter start to Wednesday, it looks like the storm has passed. The air is so clear you can see right across Turkey to the mountains, some of which will soon have snow on them, I expect. If you are reading this on Symi and fancy a film, there is a children’s film on Sunday at 17.30 at Mandeio’s, ‘Inside out.’ I’ve seen it, it works for grownups as well.
The diary has suddenly started to fill up, at least for this week. Today (Thursday) we have an invite to lunch at Yiannis and Katerina’s house in Horio, there’s a birthday meet on Friday, and a neighbour’s son’s wedding at Panormitis on Sunday, as long as we can get there. So far, and I am not holding my breath, Saturday looks free for some writing. Between all that we have to track down the accountant and do some post, but otherwise, it’s a case of staying warm and keeping the house dry.
I was just checking to see if the Wednesday boat came through, and it must have done as it’s now coming back from Karpathos to Rhodes. Luckily I can’t hear it come in at 5.00 in the morning but it’s a magical sight to see when it is leaving at night; I’ll see if I can get a photo sometime.
There was something of a ‘cyclone’ on Rhodes on Tuesday night and we caught the edge of it here. I don’t know if it was an actual cyclone, I need to look up the definition and I wasn’t there so I can’t comment, but that is how it was described in the local online newspaper. It was very wet here for a while, there was thunder and lightning coming closer, and heavy rain. I sent Michaelis a text and told him not to worry about the cat litter delivery, not in the dark in a storm, and he replied that he’d come the next day instead. I’d hate to think of someone driving up the hill in that weather just for the comfort of the Alarm Cat who has enough to see him through a few more days anyway.
He’s back to normal now though still very wary of us. He’s back to disturbing me at least three time each morning with a demand to be escorted to his bowl; the last week he’s just been sleeping all morning. Now he’s a bit dischuffed because there is nothing in his bowl except the dry biscuits the vet prescribed for him. Meat only once or twice per day is the regime now, until the meat has all gone, then he’s supposed to stay on the dry stuff; it’s to do with his age and his heart. We’ll see how that works out as he has always been a fan of Whiskers sachets.
