Symi rain

There’s not a lot I can show you today apart from a couple of views from the house, and one of them is from the porch and only of the courtyard (rather blurred) because I’m not going out in this. These images were yesterday morning. It’s been raining more or less solidly since Sunday and shows no signs of slowing down, though the forecast says Tuesday will be better. (This site is turning into a Symi weather update channel.) The forecast also shows force eight and nine winds for Thursday, so we have that to look forward to. Hey! It’s good for the crops and reservoirs.

Of course, with our sterna out of action, I can hear the roof water running into it like a waterfall but know that we’re not going to be able to use it and, not long after the rain stops, it would have gone. I could take the top off the water tank I guess, but it the water on Symi doesn’t cost much. On the plus side, there’s been no water dripping into the bathroom, and the house remains dry inside. There is a bit of a drop right outside the study door under the lean-to which baptises me each time I go in and out, but it’s not much. So, at least we’re dry and reasonably warm… until we need to venture out for shopping. If this rain carries on, it will be a week of ‘freezer surprise’ meals and tea without milk. It’s not that we mind getting wet, it’s that it then takes everything days to dry and the paths are very slippery. You also need to be careful of the run-off from the mountain and the lanes can get to wellington boot level within minutes. The advice: stay indoors and put safety first.

Just to cheer us up (not that I am not cheered up, I like Symi in all weathers), I thought I’d dig out an old photo form summer. Now then, why is our neighbour building an ark?

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Pains, Pianos and People

Good morning. What news have I for you today?
It’s Sunday as I write, and still dark. I have a day’s writing planned so I want to get tomorrow’s blog ready to go first, and here it is, such as it is. We’ve had a varied weekend, thank you. Neil went down with a bad stomach and had to go and see the doctor. He rang first and explained the problem as Saturday’s is usually emergencies only, but as this is Symi, he was told to come in. He didn’t have to wait long, went into the office and explained to the lady doctor what the problem was. She asked if he needed his eyes testing, he said, ‘Probably, yes, but what’s that got to do with my stomach?’ And she said, ‘I’m the eye doctor, you need to see my colleague.’ Which he then did. He gave him some tablets for the cramps, and by Saturday night it had settled down somewhat. Nothing serious, possibly a reaction to other tablets he was taking for a bad tooth. Hopefully, that’s now sorted.

Meanwhile, I was bashing on with another pen name novel. I think those who follow me on Facebook know by now that I write for a specific genre (MM Romance) under a pen name, and I am now working on one of most ambitious novels for ‘Jackson‘ so far. If you look at that link, his Amazon author page, you’ll get the genre – completely different to my other books. Later in the day, we had a call from Michaelis the delivery guy arranging to drop off a piano outside Sotiris’ supermarket. Poor old Neil, though still not 100%, came to help. The new Roland (not his name, his make) was on the back, the guys lifted it down, and we prepared to carry it home. Not far, but not light either. Luckily for us, unfortunately for him, Nick came past just as we were about to start on the steps and asked the questions all decent folk ask, ‘Do you need a hand?’ Quick answer, yes, please. He and I staggered up to the house with it while Neil carried the new piano stool, and, after thanking him, (and I thank you again), we set about constructing it.

Those, and a wonderful rainbow I only caught the tail end of are my only pieces of news today. Now I must get back to Victorian ‘London’ in 1888, and the romantic tale of a viscount meets pauper in the reign of the ‘Ripper.’ A bit of drama, action, romance, nookie and humour, with a splash of Upstairs Downstairs. The things I do to pay the rent.

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Symi Saturday Photos

Today is a bit of a mashup, with photos from a folder of Neil’s images taken, possibly, last year or the year before. The time slip of yesterday sorted itself out with the clocks returning to normal on our phones and agreeing with the net, and I even managed to fix the clock in the kitchen by taking it apart and fiddling about while mumbling a lot. It’s only got one moving part as it’s battery operated, but I felt quite pleased with myself. That was between wiping the bathroom ceiling which was dripping like a rain forest for no reason other than condensation. It’s not rained for a while, but even in the recent storms there was no leak from above, so I am pleased about that.

Today (Friday) I am expecting a piano to arrive at Georgio’s taverna, along with a piano stool, so I can nip down there and drag them both home. The new study furniture may arrive as well. I hope so, my room is looking like a junk shop at the moment, and I want to get on with it so I can have a decent place to work. Anyway, enough of that. Have a good weekend and here are some shots of Symi to keep you going.

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What’s the time?

Wednesday was all rather odd. I mentioned the brief power cut around 6.15 and the high winds that were with us until late evening. The temperature was right down too, but we’re used to that. The thing was, we were happily working away and pottering around when I thought it was time to prepare lunch. My computer told me it was 12.30, but my phone said it was 13.30. The oversized kitchen clock we have had for years also chose that day to stop working, so that was no help as it was stuck at midday with its second-hand twitching in some kind of death throe. I had to contact Jenine to ask the time and found out that the phones were off. Something to do with power cut and wind maybe. It all came right in the end.

During the day, I had a call from the shipping office in Rhodes or one of them. Because of the wind, the Blue Star came in on Wednesday on its way down but wasn’t able to come in on the way back up. So, she was ringing to let me know my piano would not arrive until Friday, which I thought was a good service. It became an excellent one when she also told me the name of the driver who would deliver it, using his first name (as we would do here), so I knew who to expect a call from. I am wondering if the Ikea order will also be onboard as that’s been waiting a long time now and surely they must have a full container or whatever they wait for before dispatching. Friday afternoon could see a lot of lifting from the Olive Tree drop-off point to the house, and the weekend might see a lot of putting together and finally rearranging the study, apart from the curtains and light fitting. On the other hand, it may not arrive on that boat at all. It’s Symi life: be prepared for anything.

I’ll put up some Symi photos as usual for tomorrow, but they, like today’s, will be older ones and random, but that’s all I can do right now.

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Dark and blustery

(Photos today from Neil and a few years old.)
I started writing this post during a brief power cut at 6.15 yesterday morning, but all I could think of to describe was the darkness. The wind was howling, the temperature down to eight degrees out of the wind, and there were few stars to see. Not that I ventured onto the roof in my slippers for long, for fear of being blown off it and/or freezing. Then the lights came back on, and normality was restored. Normality right now being, work at the desk on a kneel-up stool (the piano stool is on its way to the bin) surrounded by the bits and pieces from Neil’s room which is still in the being-painted stage and my own clutter which is waiting for the new furniture to arrive.

This happened four years ago – the wait for Ikea, I mean. When we moved house, I ordered some new things for the new house, and we sent off an order to Ikea. There’s a showroom in Rhodes, apparently, but you can’t nip over and buy and bring back; you have to order. We do it online. It’s much easier and more cost effective unless you happen to be in Rhodes anyway. Four years ago, the order was on its way, but strong winds caused boats to be cancelled, and we watched the ferry pass the island for about two weeks before it landed. Our new sofas were having a great, if rough, cruise, while we sat on garden chairs which had seen better days and fell apart beneath us. This time, the new computer table and other things are taking the trip, or, more likely, waiting in a container somewhere, but that’s how it is at this time of year. At least with the new harbour, the big ferry can get in in rough weather – as long as it’s allowed to sail, which at the moment, it isn’t.

The sea has popped into Yialos to flood the road a little but nothing too drastic and nothing we’re not used to. Luckily, there has been no repeat f the storm of 2017, though I expect some of the loose rocks and topsoil has been washed away, and the sea, when it rains, has turned a dark reddish brown as it does when the soil ends up washed down from the mountains and straight into the harbour. I don’t know for sure, the shutters are closed, and I’m not going back on that roof unless I have to.

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