Chp 18 - His Mark

The emails arrived as the bus was making its way home under cover of darkness.  First, confirmation of the post within the church for the sermon (x4), followed by the timing of the reading.  Back-to-back starting at 4:15PM on the fateful day.  Sounds perfect, just as Ishmael makes the case against a strict reading of religion, and after the author mourns the fact that we are all cracked about the head and need mending.  From there, I am not sure of how the rest of the evening will play out, but I plan to stay awake as long as I can.

A superb boozy lunch to while away the time, with cocktails aplenty.  And conversation with the retired enjoying life, no longer someone's assistant or someone's spouse or someone's parent.  Opportunity to be yourself, and feel at the center of your own life.  Choice.  Renewal.  Who to begrudge it?

A fun weekend as well, dark night of Guinness and double cheesburgers and triple rum.  Reminiscing about the importance of past Christmases past.  Offering up the number for a random text that never came.  Offering thoughts up about the Cow Ledges as well, not sensing the enthusiasm yet, but at least floating the place, foreshadowing the idea.  A bit more of that over this holiday, and then dormant on it until decisions are made in the summer.

The Belle and Sebastian poster.  The killerwhaletank.  When you have such a powerful and noble theme, how everything seems to move to align with it.  Keep making notes.  And we shall see.