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.

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Greatly Missed

Reading obituaries while waiting for this lecture to pass.  On "greening" the economy.  On the endless cliches, what people can do when they come together, etc ad nauseum.  Sustainability blah blah.  What will come of the notes being taken by this vaguely familiar old man to the right?  Why are the rest of these people here?  Why did I not seem to have recorded the reading of the closing down of summer, and yet there is time to jot this occasion down?

A rather annoying voice, and what's the opposite of insightful anyway?  Why are these talks, like so much else, so tiring?  Exhausting, even.  Perhaps because you can see the hours rolling by in which you seem to move  along  accumulating money but otherwise not closer to  the traveling, vagabond goal.

But, I suppose there is progress.  Reading of cancer, dementia, stroke, a "single dark moment",  and other  ailments which result in passings, peaceful or otherwise, that remind you all over again that it is later than you think.  Is it another day closer to the Antigua escape that may require some finessing of the truth, but needs to be accompanied by some serious thinking and conversations about how the current plans can be developed and implemented.  One week to that fine moment, first to get the boat in, the final papers marked, some Mill stuff sorted, Statement of Claim finalized, and time to look at NB contracts, and...  oh my.  Your leaving is going to be hilariously difficult to pull off.

Go do it.

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