Betwixt The World (in 180 days): Epilogue
(Non-Existent Ed.‘s Warning: gets a bit serious in places).
The UK’s capital city London in April & May can be a rather splendid place. Can be. The blossoms are out (we used to have the most plentiful and gorgeous cherry blossoms where I grew up in South London), there are many eating and drinking places where people stand or sit outside when it’s not too chilly or drizzly, and on the whole, it’s the season of Optimism Ostentatiousness and Ophthalmological Investigations as I’m sitting at the Ocular department of my favourite hospital seeing (quite well actually) whether after 6 months of Global Galivantery my eyes post two cataract operations and steroid implantery need to be investigated any more. Phew. Long sentence.
Long Sentences may describe what I’m about to put people through once I’ve edited down the 8300 images and 205 videos from my Megatrip. Honestly? I’m still missing way too many people friends old and new, and everyone back in Blighty are just super well and happy without this neurotic genius. (Editor’s Note: He does actually believe he is). AND my US mates just haven’t rung! Well Beth (Chicago) has but I’m STILL WAITING, California!
But every day back has been eventful. Exhausting too. Even Three. One day I heard my remission from cancer was complete, before going to a funeral of a dear family friend who was so looking forward to seeing my pix of India. Sad.
I have two possible books to write both of which could well get published, and my Big Musical Project er….might happen. Maybe…the studio is switched on plus I’ve played keys on two numbers for a pal’s gig already…. Music is kinda all I’ve got realistically that thrills and struts and frets its hour on or off the stage etc etc…..TBH!
Then oh my oh my, hearing (currently about to get a hearing appliance upgrade THANK HEAVENS) about other people’s cancers and age stuff and with my 70th apparently arriving soonish…. I mean what’s a gal to er do? What a to-do? Crack open a Horlicks? Stop Gawping at the local gay male running group at the Railway Pub on Thursdays? Stop playing quasi jazz piano? START playing quasi piano?
Truly Madly Deeply Up Mrs Khyber without a pass, until I get a sign (Probably: NO ENTRY). At times I would rather be back in LA or Chicago or NYC. Or Sydney. Or maybe seeing my pal Markie in Tokyo. Getting old without a partner and the last two loves of my life don’t share my feelings so…… watch cricket for a wee bit longer? I think so. Tickets have been bought.
But do I want any of that, Dennis?
What else? Drink more champagne? Before lying back for some decent relaxation I found myself in Champagne (near Épernay, map fans) with a nice but large bunch for a 60th birthday… fun? Frolicsome but increased your bloggist’s EQ (exhaustion quotient).
Everyone else in my immediate and distant social life seem to be charging around to sunnier parts and climbing up flipping mountains! Or doing gigs in Romania!
Plus have had guesting my Spanish fab young countertenor and been to the Wigmore Hall don’t you know, oh plus a wedding in Brighton. Plus two plays, one cabaret fundraiser and several movies…
I just don’t know. WHAT DO ancient people do when they’re technically retired and resistant to stopping in ones tracks?
And that is where this blogster is AT, my Betwixt follower friends. What do any of us do next? Look out for the next Betwixt The Interim, that’s what I say.
IN CONCLUSION. It’s rest and reconsideration recuperation relaxation and reverberation (a soft plate, muso fans)….
SO. Love hugs and gentle gratitude to all who might still be with me.
UNTIL the next journey…
Christof June 26 South London xx
P.S. AND HERE below are the links to my finally edited World Trip 25-6 galleries. I thank you. Lots.
https://www.rhythmshop.com/betwixt-the-world-20256
