The rain finally stopped after two days and the sky was brighter today, although the temperatures have dropped again considerably. There was I thinking a few days ago that Spring had sprung..but winter has returned.
Sunday was so spring like that I got the camera out to capture the almond blossom.
Mr A received a call from Kusadasi to say that the latest in the endless series of jobs would start on 15th March, although he will go over there a little earlier to settle in. He also received a phone call from his boss from the hamam in Torba where he worked last year. He informed Mr A that he was heading down to Torba this weekend and could Mr A pop over to see him to discuss the possibility of working for him again this summer.
Mr A is a little wary about committing himself to the Torba boss, because he had been promised a winter job in Istanbul with him which should, as you may recall, have started in October. Well he was let down badly over this one, and we have been struggling through the winter ever since.
He has decided he will talk to Torba boss though, just to see what is on offer. He also seems to be toughening up a bit because he intends to suggest that if Torba boss wants him to commit himself for the summer, then he needs to put his money where his mouth is. Ie he will ask him for an advance now on his summer wages.
I don't hold out much hope of him achieving this...but you never know.
If they reach an agreement, he will start in Torba on 1st May. In the meantime he will work in Kusadasi selling carpets until the end of April.
We are still working through our list of chores to be done before Mr A goes. However he seemed distracted today and ignored the list completely. He has spent almost the entire day in his shed, sawing, hammering and sanding wood. You may recall the fence he built along the driveway and the picnic table he made a couple of months ago. He has acquired a real passion for wordwork these days, and is recycling lots of wood that has been in the old house for years.
This afternoon he emerged from his shed and, covered from head to toe in sawdust, he produced a magazine rack for me. I don't really need one but he was so pleased with himself that of course I have told him it's beautiful (actually it is) and now I have to find somewhere to put it.
I have been busy cleaning the house today, and Mr A has just come in, shed his clothes to have a shower...and there is sawdust everywhere....oh well.