Same As It Ever Was

Woke up on the morning of October 6th with scant recollection of the closing hours of the Lower Deck celebrations for Mr. Keith's 222nd.  Quite the balmy day, beautiful sail, beer left at HT2 for next season (we shall see how it goes), then Nas and Court for a Chinese fortune sunset before the bar and the madness.  Then the hangover, strangely the Talking Heads on the mind upon awakening - water flowing underground... Once in a lifetime...  It was a perfect if embarrassingly ridiculous festivity.  The 210 shirt beaten by the 207th, although a rueful smile upon hearing the subsequent Value Village comment.

Long drive to Freeport done shortly after MacDougall skipped away.  It is a ways, but not unmanageable as a distance.  Just tough to do too many commutes a season.  But it lives up to the billing.  The studio apartment is solid and hotel-like, worthy of the good reviews.  The bar downstairs is perfect, and the shop next door full of possibilities.  Food not as intimidatingly good as I expected, but would still be a full task to figure it all out.

That is the fun of it, I think.  The Picton Castle photos on the wall a sign.  The 1999 "just a dream" shot.  If it does not sell... I could see an offer in May, I really could.  Change your life enormously around to do it, but it really is what you need.  And there are ways to make that place better and truly your own, I can feel it.  Learn what it is like to really run a business, and have the time and location and opportunity for the writing.

The whales are maybe what did it.  The sound, "thar she blows".  The unexpected breach, the magnificent slow rise on a beautiful angle out of the water, upward, no photos able to fully capture it.  No words either.  Supremely breathtaking creature.  That and the hiking opportunities that abound from the doorstep.

I would like a chance at it, Lav.  It will be on my mind throughout the Barque.  You have to think it will survive the winter, until the email gets sent from Cape Town in late April to explore the meeting, the incorporation, and all?  Maybe.  One of the many ways life could go.  Nothing left for now, but to wait, and see.