Apparently, it’s going to be raining all day today. I’ve seen lightning over Turkey already, but it’s still too dark to assess the clouds. Keen to give you my near-daily weather report, I checked out windfinder.com and the next few days look to be wet, with a break over Saturday and Sunday. That would be handy as there’s a big village wedding taking place this weekend, and it would be nice for the couple if the weather was as good as it has been of late.
It’s one of the things about living in a small place, on a small island and for so long. I don’t know the groom all that well, enough to say hello to, chat about nothing in particular, and pass the time, but I can remember him from when he was twenty years younger and still at school. It’s something of a privilege to watch people grow up in this way, which is why, maybe, I go on about our godboys so often. One of them is currently in Rome on his first out-of-country solo visit (he’s with a friend), and the other is practicing for his first piano recital (family only, Boxing Day), and both are turning into fine young men. Won’t be long before they’ve both finished school, college, and military service and are off to change the world.
On the other side of the coin, I am turning into one of those older gateposts of the place; the thing that’s been there ‘since I was born’ and who ‘must be getting on a bit by now.’ One of the ‘old’ men who sit in the same seat at the same kafeneion for the same coffee (or iced tea) at the same time. Someone the school children say hello to as they pass in the way they greet any adult who has always been there. But that’s also nice, in a way.
Enough of that. I have a day of typing ahead, some piano playing later, and an evening of reading. Meanwhile, for everyone who likes to be on ‘chicken watch’, here’s the slightly blurred view from our kitchen yesterday. I swear, more stray chickens use the lane than vehicles.
