In the emails today… A chance to enter the KDP Storyteller Award, a message from my cover designer who was charged €12.00 for receiving a payment from me – daylight robbery as I was charged €5.00 to send it, some messages I was expecting (i.e., ‘Your money has been sent’), and the usual spam. Which veggie shrinks an enlarged… Luxury watches from $250, yet another new message from LinkedIn, whatever that is, it’s been so long since I looked at it… A business proposal from Alfred, A piano music course, and something called a ‘ringing silencer’ which sounds a little oxymoronic to me. But also arriving this morning are some photos from Neil and as they show some greenery, I’ll post some today so you can share in the sight of spring plants on Symi.
There’s an exhibition of WWII memorabilia running down in the cultural centre at the moment. This must be in the lead up to May 8th which will see a parade by the schools and other organisations celebrating the liberation of the Dodecanese. That usually starts at vaguely around 11.30 or sometimes later, maybe midday, or earlier, it seems to depend on when some bigwigs could be bothered to turn up and how long the service goes on for beforehand. I often see lines of military and others standing in the sun for a good hour waiting. That’ll be on the north side of the harbour.
Yesterday, I counted five day-trip boats on that side of the harbour, but couldn’t see what was happening on this side, no doubt the Sebeco did its runs, and maybe others, so I imagine things are busying up down there. I see and hear trippers tripping past the house during the day and afternoon, and it’s good to see them making the climb up here. While at home, in the house, it was water day, so a washing machine day followed by a piano lesson afternoon that, these days, is made up of about 45 minutes of Mozart’s sonata in C, K545 followed by 15 minutes of grade 4 theory. And you thought algebra was bad. Try explaining the rules regarding double-dotted quavers in compound time and the correct way to group in 12/8 fifty years after you were taught it. Still, only another few weeks and there will no longer be time for piano lessons because the business of working and college will take over.
And that’s me for this morning. I must go and organise another reel. No, not a country dance, but a short video advertising my books, like the one I will treat you with today…
