Hard to believe my 2 months in menorca are over – got back here late last night, and leave early tomorrow morning for Scotland – the grand reunion on the Isle of Skye – from one gorgeous island to another – how can I complain? the bad news is that Sam has taken off – I was afraid this might happen, but he’s a fully integrated outdoor cat now, and who am I to try and take him back to the US and stick him in the confines of an apartment again? god speed, que vaya bien, gatito…
I left menorca with great regret, but in good hands… the party was a great success, altho’ highly emotional and quite exhausting in some ways… all the old folks from the early days, menorquins, catalans, english, french – a wonderfully mixed group, and all there to raise a glass to the Non-Pareils of Biniparrell… we did a wee concert out by the pool towards the end for the die-hards, which was a fitting tribute – all M&P’s favourite songs, and then some… it reminded me of that lovely scene in Talk To Her, the Almadovar film, when Caetano sings for folks after dinner… and in fact the next day Sebastian said “estaba el cine…”
We’ve had real summer for weeks – glorious…. except for my encounter with the large medusa – damn those things are nasty… but so beautiful…
Westbeth has offered me another apartment, naturally, which I can’t see – I seem fated… and I arrived back here to find a stack of mail that all demands my attention but I’m afraid it will have to wait for another week, until I get back from skye… it’s waited this long…. I can only do so much and I will NOT get stressed out by it all… a whole bunch of stuff didn’t sell at Tennants’ auction… and the saga continues… but I’m going over the sea to skye….