Thursday, December 07, 2006
E giunto il momento della partenza,,,
Time for Valete, Au Revoir, Auf Wiedersehen, Uf wieder luege, Arriverderci, Görüşürüz, ДО СВИДАНИЯ, Ma'a salaama, Viszontlátásra, Kwa herini, Até logo, and all the other abyssinia noises.
I am orff, I am outta here, and I don't know if I can keep this blog afloat in the next 44 days, a figure determined by the limit to the travel insurance I could secure. For 45 days I am actuarially ok, after that, I am a potential hazard, like a plague of locusts or a murrain on your cattle.
So, my beloveds, in the meantime, try to bear up without me. Think of me as a wind that blows over the land, cleansing the air, dispersing the locusts and giving people pneumonia. Well, not as far as the last is concerned: we are having bitter winds and driving rain, and there was even
a tornado in West London today. Global warming? More like the onset of another Ice Age.
Still, the sun is still shining in SoCal, and the Munchkins are getting ready to attack Grandpa the minute he sets foot over the threshold.
If I survive, I will endeavour to post to this blog - please come back and check in a few days' time.
PS They're not writing songs like that any more. Amazing that they ever did.