Calie is the reason why I'm in Portugal alone which is why, in turn, I haven't posted for a couple of days. For the next book project I'm spending 10 days in and around Lisbon, and I've found it a bit difficult to find internet access in blocks of time long enough to mess around with the blog. I'll have more to say in the next couple of days, but for the moment here's a picture of the cat who runs our household, if not the world.
Calie will turn 22 next month and is extremely set in her own ways. A year ago when Lee and I were in France, the kids split the time we were away, moving in for 10 days a piece to keep Calie happy. Now, old age has advanced so far that I don't think it's fair to ask anyone but Lee or me to look after her. So he stayed behind.
Of course, he's got a lot of things to do, projects he's been working on all winter and spring that are now reaching fruition, so I don't feel too badly about leaving him behind. Besides he's going to accompany Elin to Europe in August when she picks up her new viola da gamba, so he'll get a little travel in too.
And then when the day comes that Calie has gone on to that great catnip field in the sky we'll go some place together.