Leo 8° (July 30)
I am not sleeping. I fall asleep and I fall asleep hard but, once again, I awake at around 4 o’clock. It’s now seven-thirty and I have gotten a great deal of writing done. I am actually surprised how I’ve been able to keep up with that. I pulled on a pair of shorts and headed down for a coffee. My lungs hurt. I’m not sure if it’s poor Italian air quality or boat exhaust or what but I’ve been fighting something respiratory related ever since I left London. Oh, well—there are worse things. I’m going to do a little editing on the ebooks now and see how far I can get on that. We are meant to go into Ischia this morning around ten so perhaps I can sneak in a nap before that happens. Or, a couple of Americanos in, I might find I can get through lunch and then have a little nappy nap in the afternoon, post a swim.
Well it is now six thirty in the evening and I’ve not had any form of nap at all and I’m not going to. We went into Ischia and got met by two vans which took us to the gardens which were absolutely amazing. They belonged to a famed British composer and his wife and just two weeks ago J.T.’s nephew performed in the concert hall located inside the gardens which boast other little buildings. But mainly it’s just hte most beautiful flora you have ever seen in your life. We had a little refreshment—me an orzata made with barley water. I really need to look up barley water later today. That was that Ischia trip in this morning—we returned to the boat basically in time for lunch which was absolutely delicious. It started with delicious foccacia bread with oninion, then we had two pastas—one was that kind of spaghetti with the crunchy fishy bits on it (I forget the name of what it’s called) and another was a kind of creamy mushroomy rigatoni. I should have written it down or taken a picture of the menu. Then there were grilled veggies with a pesto sauce. For pudding we had a lime avocado ice cream. And there was rosé again—we are drinking at every meal since the fellows arrived—J. had a wee champagne.
I don’t much remember the conversation but we are talking a lot about theater and film which is great. Oh I have to make David a list of musicals to see. I will try to do that after breakfast tomorrow as part of this Blague, even maybe. I have been keeping up as best I can on work but it hasn’t been the easiest process. I really can’t bug anybody any more at this juncture but must wait to see what checks will have arrived in my mailbox by Monday next. I saw it was Ari’s birthday so I told her I was here with J.T.; I also have Finley Christine’s address so that we might go visit her in her studio in the Travestere on Thursday. If that were to work out I’d be really thrilled actually.
After lunch Jessica and her friend Sally arrived. They are both adorable. We had a little chat then all went back into Ischia. Well not all of us. When we got to town J. and N. and Jessica went off to walk the dog and find J. some food. J.T., D. Sally, S and I went to find a place to swim, which we did, right in the harbor which was kind of slippery. This morning at the garden a woman asked to have her picture taken with S. who told her she wasn’t famous but she insisted. Today a boy who looked just like the kid from Call Me By My Name asked S: “are you TK More. This is very very weird I think. Obviously word has gotten out that she is floating around somewhere but why would S. be her? It makes no sense. I may have mentioned that one of the drivers in Taormina thought he met S. before (meaning he thought she was J.). So really this makes the third time that people have assumed S. is J. I’m so confused. The town harbor was filled with adolescents in their swimsuits, with the odd adult scattered in. Everybody knows everybody and there seem to be few tourists. N. just told me a few minutes ago that they have spas and hot springs and expensive hotels here and that’s the real draw. Maybe one day we will return to do something splurge-y like that. You never know.
We met the tender to find that the other party had already returned and, as I suspected, it was because they couldn’t find a restaurant open where Jessica could get a bite. We came back to find folks at tea and Sally and Jessica munching on BLTs. I went upstairs to do a bit of work. S. was scheduled for a little pedicure action. I heard people in the water off the boat so I decided to join and did my second back dive off the stern. Apparently it looked to be pretty good form. The water is super warm, but the current is still alarmingly swift, and I am always sort of on the bring of having a cramp in my left leg due to that damned accident. We will go for a deposition upon my return but I really don’t even what to think about that now. We are told we have to wear togas tonight and the staff is going nuts readying themselves for what looks like quite the soirée. Again I have only had three hours of sleep last night so I’m not quite sure what’s going to happen to me but we shall see. We are eating outside tonight which is fantastic. The crew seem really, truly excited. I will let you know tomorrow how it goes slash went.
To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree pointof the Sabian Symbol will be one degree higher than the one listed for today. The Blague portrays the starting degree of for this day ( 0°, for instance), as I typically post in the morning, while the Sabian number corresponds to the end point (1°) of that same 0°-1° period. There are 360 degrees spread over 365 or 6 days per year—so they near but not exactly correlate.
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