21 trees in Samana

I meant to write a post for St. Patrick.  But it got away from me, in a whirlwind sleepless night before into the usual Old Triangle morning magic, and then the return after escaping the oompa band and the true randomness of FS and the "company" from less than two weeks before.  Oh how that rest on the couch is to laugh, even as the embarrassment at it fades.  As time helps make it, always.

Grand night with Nasser and more, the Twitter account should be started.  But also the magic of the weekend that followed, the young boys in the pool and wandering the halls with their distinctive walks.  Important to check in with them as they grow.  How strange, to think how many people knew you in the same way, and how little their comments about it relate.

DR in two days magically, after you blast out another round of work in the next short span of hours.  From there it is nose down mostly until France, but for the boat and the small chance of a new real estate purchase.  It has been coming and for so long that the April 1st visit is absolutely in order.  And why not?  It is what's next.  June 1st as move in day baby.  As Costanza might say, I would love it!

April as a dry month as well, I'm thinking.  Best to get prepared for the Euros properly.  Every time I plan on the bottle of wine with work, not much gets done, unsurprisingly.  4 hours of rest before the new start on the ticking clock.  I'm looking forward to the real Dominican Republic experience and the drive out to Rincon and the palms on the eastern coast.  Need to think about the creative non-fiction ideas.  Along with Tancook, it is the likely future that has been hovering over like a cloud for some time now.  Call it legacy or what not, but it is how I see things playing themselves out.  Not 19 anymore.  Rob Ford dead at 46, which is shockingly closer than I would have guessed.  Later than you think.  Brussels and Turkey recent reminders of that.

So go and write up the final notes and do it.