moving right along

The bathroom is almost finished. Yesterday all the fixtures were put in. I’m missing a shelf for under the mirror cause I decided not to reuse the vintage one my aunt had, and we need a bigger metal strip for the shower glass partition. Basically, the wall is crooked so there’s a gap under one end of the glass which doesn’t look nice…

The radiator and towel rails are in place on the right hand wall but my photo was blurry so I’ll post that side later.

The builder is here now finishing off all the odds and ends. He had to vacate yesterday in order for the plumber to come do his job. Its just finishing touches left now, plus putting stucco on the new wall, rehanging the door etc.

The electrician put in the light and updated the power board so we can get an certificate for the house.

Theoretically I’m on the home stretch… Monday the painter will begin finishing his part in all this, the cleaner can step in and clean and tidy the place so the agent can come take photos.

Meanwhile I’m heading back to Paros on Tuesday morning with mom’s car loaded up with her stuff. I start work at the ceramics studio this week. I’ll have to come back again for my test appointment on July 16, but I plan to only come up for 1-2 days for that. Everything else should be finished and handled by the time I get back.

I hope.

Its bloody hot in Athens. I slept with the air conditioner on all night last night. First time it didn’t cool down enough to sleep with just the fan. Poor Lainee is dragging her feet on our walks.

My spots are all but gone, just sort of scars where they were. Lainee is not doing so well. Her spots are now up to 5 bigger ones and 2 tiny ones which might not be growing. I’ve made an appointment to take both her and Spartacus in for shots on the 14th. Her second, his last. sheesh. Its bloody ridiculous how much this has cost me.

After all this you’d think I’ll want to keep Spartacus seeing as to how much he’s cost and how much trouble he’s caused… but I’m not sure I want to… All this cause I rescued one tiny kitten. Maybe I should find him a home. Seriously. He’s gorgeous and playful and loving but I can’t handle the bills for 2 pets. Plus he’d have to be an outdoor cat as I can’t be bringing him to Athens with me when I come back here in winter. That means he’ll be in danger of catching something else, getting into a fight with another cat, being hit by a car. I really don’t want those things… sigh…

I’ve done virtually nothing the whole time I’ve been in Athens. No art. No sorting of stuff, no tidying. Only the bare necessities: moved a bit of leftover stuff from downstairs and overseeing the reno. I’ve been down from the whole ringworm/staph/who knows what it is thing and the heat has just drained me. I’ve had to go out to shop a few times and return to zonk out in the air conditioning.

I’m glad I’ve been here alone though. I need to disinfect the house before I leave so there are no spores or germs left when mom returns. Wouldn’t want her getting anything!

A few more days and I’ll be back in my own home for a while, start work and things will go back to whatever normal is for me now.

z

trying to climb back on the wagon…

Remember this post from long ago?

It was from back when I was inspired to go off sugar. It was before my holiday to Greece where I decided to move back here to be closer to mom and family.

It was way before I joined a gym and began to love working out again after years. And got fit and lost weight.

It was back when I started getting healthier.

Since then I slipped back into eating sugar till I’ve once again managed to disgust myself on days where almost everything I’ve eaten has been sweet.

I tried going to the gym but got sick, couldn’t get into the new gym, stopped going.

I really need to go back to where I was about two years ago and cut sugar out again. Then start exercising again.

I will not make the same mistake and pay for a gym membership in advance again though. Not when I don’t know where I’ll be from one week to the next. I need to find a gym in both Athens and on Paros where I feel I’m getting a good workout and pay monthly.

I miss my gym in Tasmania. I miss my gym in Melbourne. Its so important to find a gym you like, where you click and where you feel like you belong. And after so many years of not going to gyms I was lucky to find two I loved being a member of.

I want that again…

I also miss my doll remakes… I miss painting…

I miss making stuff… Need to get back to that.

z

progress


Progress on the bathroom… Wall tiling will be finished this morning, only the top row needs doing. Floor tiling next.

The builder/tiler will fit flyscreens to the louvre windows in the bathroom and kitchen and finish the wall between the living rom and dining room. On Friday the plumber will put in all fixtures. The electrician will fit the light on Saturday and do whatever he has to do to get a current compliance certificate for the place (ugh) and the painter will return to finish his part on Monday. Somewhere in there the whole house must be cleaned.

So, theoretically, the house should be ready for photographs to list it mid next week.

All going well.

Keeping in mind that this is Greece and that things don’t always go as expected…

Still, I’m not doing badly considering this is my first renovation in Greece.

On the other topic of disease and pestilence: my spots LOOK like they’re getting better since yesterday, but Lainee has two new spots. Lovely. Given I’m taking an antibiotic for BACTERIAL infections, and it seems to be working, doesn’t that indicate its a staph infection rather than ringworm?

There’s a silver lining to Lainee having new spots: she was able to have swabs taken from the new spots today since they’d never been treated, so now I just wait for the results, not for 3-4 days before we can swab. Cost of vaccine/treatment plus culture: 60e. Second (and possibly 3rd shot if its ringworm) 35e each. (That’s not a bright spot btw.)

Lainee’s spots are more like mine… start off ‘wet’ or just red and then turned scabby. Like a real scab, like hard blackened spots like after an injury… Not the naked skin on Spartacus. And the pet shop lady who i got Malaseb from today who go ringworm from a kitten said mine looks nothing like what she had… I’m really dumbfounded by this!

I was given the numbers for two of ‘the best dermatologist in Greece’ but I haven’t called either yet. Originally I thought what the heck, if I can get this over with faster I’ll pay to go privately… then I remembered the hospital saying they wanted me to do the test after TEN days of no topical treatment. sigh… so even if went privately I’d have to wait those 10 days. So I’d only save 6 days from my current hospital appointment… Maybe. And be out a ton of money…

Maybe I’ll wait?

I’m not good at just waiting. I want things done now. I want it gone now.

I don’t know.

That seems to be the position I take regarding everything in my life lately. I just don’t know.

I know nothing about living in Greece. I don’t know whether I should wait here, go to Paros and return, whether I can make it living on Paros, whether I’ll have to move to Athens on a more permanent basis, whether I should spend money on renovating this house or not, whether I should just get a job and forget about trying to run a business which will cost me 200e a month just for the privelege of having the right to work as a freelancer in art/grooming/whatever whether I made any money at all… ie pay 200e a month every month regardless of earning a cent or not… and then paying about 50% tax on that cent. From day one…

I just don’t know.

I’m not ready to throw in the towel yet. I can’t anyway. I moved here for mom and I can’t just up and leave her… but maybe the wisest decision would be to go back to Australia?

I DON’T KNOW.

I’ll put that on my gravestone: Here lies Zefi. She just didn’t know.

z

reno update – ie back in athens. again.

The bathroom has been officially de-pinked.

I arrived in Athens late Sunday night and found this when I went downstairs in the morning. The bathroom has been ripped out and all pipes have been moved. The far wall will be the shower, toilet and vanity will be along that left hand wall.


The wall that held the sink is now empty… this is where the new panel radiator will go plus a towel rail.

The living room is now separated from the dining room by a wall which is ready for the painter to finish it off.

The wall on the dining room side needs to be finished in order to be painted, but the house now has two official bedrooms with proper doors.

This morning the tiler began work on the bathroom…

The electrician is here to move the light to the wall opposite over where the vanity will go, plus he’ll be back to fit the light fitting (all lights in Greece are hard wired, not like in Australia where you have plug in lights, sooooo much easier!)


We have these on all our ceiling lights, and we can buy wire extensions so we can drop our lights down and buy pendant light fittings or ceiling light fittings. Instead here you have to either call in an electrician to WIRE IN a light or learn how to do it yourself if you’re brave. I’m not that brave. Next time I renovate a house for myself to live in I’ll get them to put these fittings in everywhere for me. They just make way more sense.

What else has been happening you may ask?

Well… not a hell of a lot of good stuff.

On the Sunday when I washed Spartacus I thought he was doing better. Again, some fuzz on previous bald spots. But what the hell do I know? I thought he was getting better just before he got worse.

Lainee had a couple of red spots on her neck where she’s obviously been scratching. Oh no. I put iodine on them and by the time we arrived in Athens that night she had hard spots, skin thickening… so I hit it with more iodine.

Next morning I took her to the vet who said that cause I’d treated her with iodine she couldn’t do a culture and without it she couldn’t say what it was. I had a choice. Leave it without any treatment for 3-4 days and return to do a swab, or begin treatment as if it was ringworm. I bought the stuff but decided to wait it out. The worst thing about the culture is that the results will take 15 days!!! So I ordered the anti-fungal vaccine. If its ringworm she’ll need 3 shots at 35 euros a pop. Which is what Spartacus is getting. If its not ringworm she needs 2 as preventative vaccinations. Wonderful. At least after I get her swabbed I can begin treating her with antifungals just in case. I did ask the vet if I had staph, if she could have got that off me… she said that was rare.

But then do I really know I have staph?

I decided that all these doctors/vets who aren’t swabbing and testing to find out what something is and diagnosing with just looking at something aren’t doing a proper job. So yesterday I went to the hospital here in Athens that specializes in veneral and dermatological diseases. Trust me, its not a hospital I relished visiting!!!!

The doctor looked at me and said he had no idea what it was and that I had to stop the antibiotics I was taking, stop the cream I was using, take the ones he gave me, wash with an antiseptic he prescribed and come back in 10 days. He was said he would work on the assumption that it was fungal and that I got it from the cat and so did Lainee (or she got it off me poor thing) and go back in 10 days (to allow things to be back to normal from the treatments I was using) in order to run tests which wouldn’t be compromised.

So I have to wait in Athens till I get the test done. But the first dermatological clinic appointment available is July 16, 16 days away, not 10. And then, what will they say? Do this and come back in a week?

This is hell.

Not only do I have some pestilence which I most likely got from taking in a sick kitten, I gave it to my baby girl, and I have to stay in Athens for who knows how long, and even if I returned to Paros for a few days, I’m advised not to go swimming!

This sucks. I have no idea how this will affect my job as I delayed my start date till July 10 or so cause of the reno. Now? Who bloody knows.

Nope. I’m not in good place right now. Physically. Emotionally. Financially. This has cost me a ton. I may as well own a chemist with all the various medications I bought over the last 3 weeks. No income to speak of and anything I do earn goes straight out the window on doctors, physio’s, medication. Oh, yeah I didn’t mention putting my back out when I went to groom a dog, did I?

Wonderful, I told you. My life is all peachy.

z

an update

So, you already know what I’ve been doing for the last week… emptying a house of half a century of belongings, finding homes for everything, organising the renovation of a bathroom and setting it up to rent. Enough said.

Right now I’m on the boat on my way to Paros cause it turned out I have enough work this week to justify the trip costs. I’m so glad. I’ve pretty much done all I can do in the house for now, so a break in my own home, some sea and sun will do me the world of good.Mom and Aunt 4 are with me on the ferry, they will both be staying on Paros while I have at least one trip ahead of me back to Athens.

I just spoke to the plumber, they will be starting earlier than planned, but that’s ok. I’ll be back in time for the finishing touches. I had a great time writing all over the bathroom tiles with instructions of where things will go. Its the kind of thing you can only do when you plan to rip out tiles and its so much fun!

I have a ‘Fuzz Day’ planned today.

Have I ever explained the ‘fuzzy’ thing? Way back when we were kids, my cousins PG and little Zefi came to stay with us in Athens for over a year. That meant we had 2 Peter Famelis and 2 Zefi Famelis living in the same house. Hence PG (Peter George), PE (Peter Emmanuel) and Little Zefi. Of course Big and Little was just not imaginative enough so my brother (PE) began calling me Ifez, and little Zefi Fezi… which morphed into Fuzzy… and eventually we both began calling eachother Fuzzy. My aunt (Zefi’s mother) still calls me Fuzz to this day.

Meanwhile we’ve been getting free and easy with it. FuzzFace, FuzzBucket, FuzzyWuzzy, you get the drift…

So… today after we arrive and settle mom in, its a Fuzz day: beach and chat and basically enjoy eachother’s company. She is the sister I never had. I’m so looking forward to it. Being close to my cousins was one reason I was happy to move to Greece. I keep telling them that since I’m older than them and don’t have kids, care of me in my dotage will fall to them! We’ve made pacts to shoot eachother if we ever become like Aunt 1.

Speaking of Aunt 1, she’s doing ok in the nursing home. The staff there tell me she’s settling in and doesn’t seem unhappy. She has made some friends etc. But if you talk to her its the same old story: what is this place? they keep the doors locked. I don’t know anyone. The staff ignore me. If you don’t come get me I’ll take a taxi home. If you don’t come soon I’ll kill myself and it’ll be all your fault.

(I don’t doubt the staff ignore her at times… It’s called self preservation: you have to in order to keep your sanity!)

Anyway, mom is ok, but she’s far from well. She’s not her usual self. She tires easily and she’s incredibly stressed all the time cause everyone calls her to tell her their problems and to ask about Aunt 1 and that upsets her. Aunt 2 now has a clogged artery and the first person she called was my mom. Not her son. So mom has been on the phone with doctors and her brothers and Aunt 2’s son trying to explain that its URGENT and that Aunt 2 needs to go to hospital and that its NOT her job to take this on.

sheesh.

Trying to protect mom from her family is a full time job.

Now more than ever I wish I had a bigger house so mom could come live with me. I could keep her from all this shit. At least a little bit.Of course she’d have to adapt to living with a poodle and a kitten. hehehe.

I did warn her that if she ever moved in with me and she saw a naked man in the bathroom in the morning I expected her reaction to be: Good morning. Can I make you a coffee?

On a different note, I found these little beauties in Aunt 1’s stuff. Does anyone know what they are? (Hint, they’re not little jars which is what I thought.)

And here’s Lainee, claiming her part of this post. She really is my heart and joy.

z

where am i at?

In Athens, obviously, but where in the scheme of things am I at?

Short answer: still facing a steep hill.

Long answer: well… its a long answer…

Let’s see… Aunt 1’s house is a mess but the painting is almost all finished and it looks amazing. Almost finished cause the bathroom renovation was decided after the painter was booked in so the bathroom door and ceiling have been left to be done later.

As has the dividing wall between the living room and dining room. That wasn’t organised beforehand cause a friend told me she had a niece who was definitely interested in renting the place and they were a couple and would love to have a dining room. Now, I need the house to have 2 bedrooms in order to appeal to uni students or professors, hence we need a wall.

I’m sorting, packing, giving away stuff, putting what I have to in boxes to store. There’s always a ton of stuff in any home… so much that really just needs to go. Given Aunt 1 is in a nursing home and not dead, it feels awful to be going through her stuff and dividing it up among friends and relatives. But the reality is that she can’t come home again. She can’t live alone any more. It has to be done, the house must be rented to help pay for the nursing home.

And its my responsibility.

I got quotes to renovate the bathroom.

Good news: I chose the team I’m hiring to do the job and am pleased with my choice.

Bad news: they can’t start till June 26… That means an extra week away from home… not that I can’t use the time. I have tons to do, but I didn’t really want to spend so long in stinky Athens.

Thankfully my good neighbour is looking after my plants and the kitten. I’ve decided on a name for him: Spartacus. I love the idea of a HUGE ancient greek name for a tiny kitten.

I’ve also organised to start work after I return to Paros. I should have started next week, but its not worth going back and forth with the cost of ferry tickets.

More good news: I chose the tiles and bought the bathroom fixtures. All I have to do now is figure out the final bits and organise to have it all delivered.

I’m seeing a real estate agent tomorrow re renting the place but apparently its not the way its done here… most people don’t go through agents to find a rental I’m told. Everyone is advising me to just place ads in the paper and online and interview people and show the house myself while I’m here. Save money.

Sounds great… till I think of the tenants from hell I approved to let rent my place in Tasmania…

I dunno. I’m afraid to trust my own judgement, but on the other hand agents here are NOT like agents in Aus. Most agents here just find a tenant, take 1/2 to 1 whole month’s rent as payment for their service and then disappear. No responsibility to collect rent on time, no property management, no visits to check on your property. That is a service you can opt for for extra money, but its not part of the deal… strange. In Australia I paid an agent up to 10% (can’t remember) of the rent per month to manage the property but there was no up front finder fee. They did visits and made sure the rent was paid on time… Not sure I should pay someone to just find me a tenant… not when the house is in a very popuar area for students. We live very close to the universities and this is the time of year people are looking for places to live.

And Aunt 1’s house is gorgeous. Very 60s in style. I’d live in it any day. With a de-pinked bathroom and bedroom wallpaper removed its gorgeous, even with the original old kitchen. In fact if I was to live there I’d make a few changes and it would gorgeous…

The way the economy is going, and my finances, I may very well have to live in Athens this coming winter, but I can’t afford to pay the rent!

sigh

But let’s cross that bridge when we come to it. Cause who knows what will happen come September, let alone winter. The way things are going in Greece we’re heading into another lockdown. Greece is open for the summer and they’re actively promoting us as safe place to holiday… but with every tourists comes COVID19… I’m not gonna rant and rave now (though I reserve the right to revisit this at another time) but lets just say my feeling is that Greece will go from a great example of handling the COVID19 pandemic to a pitiful example of what not to do…

Later. Things to do now.
z

flowering plants and tiny feet

It took a while, and most of the seeds I planted either didn’t grow or died, but I finally got some flowers! Below is the lavatera my friend Ginny gave me in Tasmania a few years ago. They are by far the easiest seeds to grow and I got quite a few plants going. I gave most of them to friends to put in their gardens to ensure at least some of them make it. One of the ones I kept is now flowering on my porch.

The sweet peas I ordered from England (unfortunately I didn’t bring any from mine in Tassie) are doing well and starting to bloom. First came pink and purple, now I have one white flower as well.

As for the rest of the million and one seeds I planted, I have ONE foxglove and 4 snap dragons. Colours to be seen. And not a single granny’s bonnet. sigh.

I mentioned tiny feet though, didn’t I?

A couple of days ago I heard a tiny kitten miaowing loudly outside. So I checked it out, as I would. There was a tiny little orange and white kitten on the wall outside my neighbour’s place.

So, here’s the story so far… I picked him up and was blown away by his bright blue eyes. But he looked like he’d been injured, he had a couple of spots which looked like he’d been rubbed in the dirt… and the end of his tail was completely bald with a black tip which looked necrotic. Plus his tiny little paws were swollen and looked sore in a way that reminded me of my darling Billybear who had auto-immune issues.

I did what I do: I rushed him to the vet to be checked over. The vet said he had a fungal infection and the sores MIGHT be an injury but they MIGHT be caused by him chewing on himself. He said the swollen paws were probably from the same thing: licking them too much. And that he was about 2 months old.

He prescribed shampoo – said to wash him every second day. Said that it wasn’t toooo contagious, that Lainee would probably not get it, that I would probably not get it, we’d have to have open sores or a compromised immune system to get it. Just to wash him and feed him and that he’s playful and feisty so there isn’t much wrong with him other than that. It will clear up with time…

I then proceeded to spend 80+ euros on the shampoo, kitten food, a litter tray, kitty litter and a scoop. Cause how on earth was I going to look after a kitten without that stuff?

I know, I know… Why spend so much money on a kitten I wasn’t going to keep? Well… two answers really.

One (the sensible Zefi one) is that I should have kept the stuff I bought last time I cared for a kitten cause I know who I am.

Second (the not so sensible Zefi one) is saying ‘But he’s SOOOO cute!’ and ‘I’ve been thinking about getting a kitten’ and ‘he was meant for me’ and other such guff.

I can’t tell you which one is winning.

Yet.

I can tell you I’ve given him 3 baths in 3 days to kick start the healing cause I’m currently on the way to Athens to do some stuff and take mom to the doctor etc. I clipped his nails.* I’ve made him a little home in the back ‘yard’ where he can play and sleep and eat safely while I’m away. I’ve organised for my neighbour (the poor guy who always has to water my plants when I go) to feed and wash him.

*Nails. Clipped. Yep. Why? Have you ever tried to wash a kitten? Scratches. No open sores, right? sigh. I lathered myself with soap and pure alcohol and am keeping my fingers crossed. I’m pretty paranoid about skin infections and other little organisms that live on the skin. eeek.

But he’s so darn cute! And he purrs so loud! And Lainee won’t lie in my lap and watch TV…

Meanwhile Lainee isn’t too impressed. He’s not scared of her but she’s choosing to ignore him. So far he can’t jump on the couch (plus I’m not really allowing him the run of the house till his infection clears up) so she’s safe up there. She does think his food is pretty good though. Thankfully she’s shown no interest in ‘kitty crunchies’ yet.

He has no name yet. Maybe its cause I’m still not sure I should keep him.

I don’t NEED a cat. I don’t NEED another pet. I sure as hell don’t need cat hair on the couch.

But he purrs so loud and Lainee won’t cuddle while I watch TV…

z

art on marble – and selling

Its about time I got back into the groove!

I’ve finally tidied up the house (enough), sorted paperwork, filed stuff, set up corners with various projects awaiting my attention, and got back to painting. On marble to start with though I have some upcoming paper projects too.

Today I’ll share the newest marble paintings before I step outside and decide if its warm enough to go for a swim. The sun is out. No wind to speak of. I think its warm enough.

Not sure the white background (in my tiny photo box) works well with white marble items… I’ll try black next or go back to the table top and radiator background.

Anyway, as I said, I’ve spent a ton of time on the phone today trying to work out stuff for Aunt 1 but turns out I can’t do a lot of it on the phone. I need to go into town. Today is the only day this week when I don’t have to go into town so I’m putting it off till tomorrow. Don’t they say ‘don’t do today what you can put off till tomorrow’? No? I got it backwards? eh. I’m on a greek island… give me a break.

I mentioned I got my paperwork underway to get a business license in Greece so I can start advertising my dog grooming and artwork, I just can’t give tax receipts till I get my receipt booklet or whatever its called. However, I’ve already started looking at ways I can sell stuff online as well as starting to talk to people with shops who might be interested in selling for me.

Today is the day I try out the WordPress Simple Payment method. Bear with me while I try to get this thing to work…

SOLD

125mm x 115mm Original watercolour on paper. Special low introductory price. Free postage.

€8.00

Ok… the block only shows a small version which doesn’t look like it opens the original image, so here it is:

Maybe I’ll have to put in a large photo with the payment block underneath it… I’ll give that a go next time.

I also just found out that these new blocks aren’t supported by Android, so they don’t appear when I look at my blog on the phone… Wonder who else can’t see them?

Of course, selling work on marble online is tricky cause its not really the kind of thing you can post easily. Its heavy. And postage is expensive… so I’ll most likely only sell those pieces locally (unless someone really wants something and is willing to pay postage for it. Let me know if that’s the case).

Below is a contact form I thought I’d try out… It also doesn’t work on Android.

All this new stuff to try out… And as always, half of it doesn’t work.

Anyway, the day’s a wasting. Time to get off this chair and move to another chair. Or better yet, walk to the beach with Lainee!

z

brown soap and other things to beware

I have no idea what I was thinking when I bought a handmade bar of soap in BROWN. With bits in it. I mean, it smelled nice… a kind of hippie/patchouli kind of smell. But brown? Really? At best after using it it looks like I have rust stains in the bathtub. At worst it looks like I rinsed a diaper in there and didn’t clean up afterwards.

Eeech.

And its one of those last forever bars… I swear I’ve been using it since early this year and it just won’t wear out! I don’t think I’ll be buying brown soap again, no matter how nice it smells. Learn from me people.

I’ve learned a lot of things about plants in the last couple of days. It all started with me wanting to identify a plant that grows all over Paros (and Greece) despite the summer heat and dryness. Turns out its oleander. Who knew? Mom calls it by the greek name ‘pikrodafni’ which suggests its a daphne, but its not. Its everywhere and comes in tons of colours from a pale butter yellowy-creamy-white through different shades of pink to red. And its poisonous.

Oleander, lantana, rhododendrons and azaleas are all part of the dogbane family which includes hemlock.

There is tons of this stuff growing on roadsides on Paros and it looks a lot like hemlock:

Luckily, I’m pretty sure its Queen Anne’s Lace or carrotweed and not poisonous. Apparently ‘Queen Anne has hairy legs’ so I have to get up close and personal to see if the stems are hairy or smooth. If it was hemlock I think we’d be seeing a lot more deaths on the island, especially during lockdown…

I knew rhododendrons, azaleas and foxgloves are poisonous and I’ve had those in my garden before, but for those who don’t know the most deadly plants here is a webpage you can read about them. You’ll want to know if you have pets or little kids who like to eat plants.

Anyway, I’ve upgraded my WordPress account to premium which will allow me to put a Simple Payment button on a page so I can sell my creations through my blog. The only problem is I’m not quite sure how it works. Apparently you have to mark things sold manually so I need to run a test to see what happens after an item there is only one of sells… Does the button remain? Does it simply stop working after an item is sold? Does it disappear? Who knows… I will I guess, once I put something online and buy it myself to see what happens.

Stay tuned and then you’ll know too!

z

a walk on the other side

I had my first swim of the year yesterday. As it turned out, I’d missed the heatwave last week cause I was in Athens, but yesterday was warm enough to swim and I never can resist the water when its flat and calm like that.

Its been an adventurous couple of days. On Thursday my cousin was arriving so I went by her house to open it up and air it out a bit, leave her the marble paintings she’d bought off me and found her bedroom was under water.

Turns out the dehumidifier she had running (standard and very necessary piece of equipment when you live on a Greek island) had lost its hose and filled the room with water. If there wasn’t a rubber strip at the bottom of the door for the flyscreen it would have flooded the whole house.

There was so much water in there Turkish fighter planes were flying over Greek waters just to stir up trouble.

There were hoons on jetskis zooming around under her bed.

The good news was there were no dead cockroaches floating around. Apparently they’d called in a natural disaster and the coast guard went in and got them out.

Seriously though. It was pretty bad. Took me over 1.5hrs to mop it up. My poor cousin has had her wooden furniture out in the sun drying the last couple of days. Ugh.

So, what do you do? You take a drive to Naousa to see what’s going on there. First thing we saw was the geese that live on the streets there have babies! Unlike when we (on the farm in Tassie) had baby geese, these guys had two. Only. I’d have to steal eggs, boil eggs and replace eggs just to keep the population down around our place. Seriously. One nest would easily hold 20 eggs! If I didn’t replace stolen eggs they just lay more. Maybe the stray cats got hundry enough to risk angry geese this year…

Naousa looks lovely when its quiet. Its the only time I like to go there actually. Before it fills up with crowds of people.

The most iconic greek scene: boats and drying octopus.

The most beautiful bar in Naousa with its bright pink bougainvilleas and doors… Turns out the flowers are fake! I sure didn’t know that. But still… it works. Its gorgeous.

Anyway, life goes on at its normally slow ‘getting back to normal’ pace. I’ve gotten my paperwork underway to start working for myself (the greek equivalent of getting an ABN – Australian Business Number, only a lot more costly in perpetuity) as I see its my only choice. I can’t do anything as a hobby here in Greece. Every cent you earn must be declared and taxed and people WILL dob you in if they see you selling or working without a permit. People really are awful. There was the story in the paper about 1-2 years ago when the tax department busted an old lady who sold hand knitted booties on her stoop to supplement her pathetic pension (cause the government has cut, trimmed and taxed the pension so no one can live on it alone). How low is that?

So, I’m not fighting it. I’m going to try to work within the system. Hell, if all else fails I’ll just return to Oz!

But I said I’d give it a chance and I will. Keep your fingers crossed that I actually make enough to pay the taxes and still afford to live.

z