How Sad a Passage

COUNTESS "This young gentlewoman had a father,--O, that 'had'! how sad a passage 'tis!--whose skill was almost as great as his honesty; had it stretched so far, would have made nature immortal, and death should have play for lack of work." -Act I scene i, All's Well that Ends Well.

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Priority Pyramids and Such

Another lunch hour, more time spent mindlessly doodling away through another "continuing learning education" session.  At last the fire alarm across the street of the office in another province enough to force an escape.

Spent much of the presentation daydreaming on the question of the moment.  Having made the effort and taken the decision to fill out the application form with the appropriate embellishments for the Oct. 15 deadline, was it a surprise to hear the conversation a month later on the option and merits of its postponement?  Not particularly, given these recent, excessively quiet days. 

Turns out the exclusion from the craziness of recent proceedings due to the closure of a favoured client may yet have a far-reaching impact.  For who knows what may happen over the course of a year?  Who knows how that hilariously titled "priority pyramid" will have shifted?  It may be hard not to treat this simply as an opening, a hatch for the future by which India and Kilimanjaro and so on may be accessed, while remaining attached to the city via the boat and condo. 

This was the stuff of weighty consideration in Vietnam - whether to retain flexibility or make a more lasting commitment.  I cannot help but feel that "deferral" may end up becoming more than that, as I wonder if in the end I will be able to settle for something not as suitable as the files provided to date.  Perhaps the fleeting nature just not as suited to the role?  You now have further cause and time to question it.

Two years ago, it was around this time when thoughts began to creep toward the exit.  The current situation seems set for at least awhile, and no need to spend much more time thinking on it until the end of the next sailing season.  By then, no doubt the road will beckon once more, and maybe the shape of a more uniquely suitable arrangement may have taken shape?  I wonder... let us see, shall we?

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