The Dark Side of the Moor

From last week... "To Professional Services Rendered" - a two hour session.  "Pretty dope” to be able to do your own bills… but is it really?  Why were you even there that morning?  What are you doing?  Faking it, as usual this past while, as I sense I will never need to recall anything our man was talking about for Elite or InTapp.  It is not likely to “cut down on my time immensely” since I do not spend much time on billing in the first instance.  But no matter.    

Back to back nights out on the water under sail last week, the top valve gasket fixed anew.  Beautiful breeze, ever-changing colours and clouds under cover of darkness, the full moon playing now-you-see-me-now-you-don’t.  Then a Cottagefest, spectacular as always.  Sweet reunion with the boys, as you maintain one eye on the future but yet have moved forward not a jot it seems, except in the travels.

New ones have mercifully been booked, thanks god, as Berat would say.  And what a relief to do so.  The musical fun and nostalgic overtones in the Indy-area, then massive stretch of entertainment in London, finished with a first visit to the Moor's place of business.  Funny how the idea of a rhetorical combination leads to a scholarly criticism of Othello, introduced with another turn of phrase from Melville:

But it is through the malice of this earthly air, that only by being guilty of Folly does mortal man in many cases arrive at the perception of Sense. A thought which should forever free us from hasty imprecations upon our ever-recurring intervals of Folly; since though Folly be our teacher, Sense is the lesson she teaches; since if Folly wholly depart from us, Further Sense will be her companion in the flight, and we will be left standing midway in wisdom.

I keep going round-round in my thoughts of Freeport.  The electricity expenses seem extravagant.  But for now the time remains fluid, plans for August and September and October in place to distract until summer's end and more certainty about the daughter.  No need for hasty decisions.

Off to the celebration of life, then the Purser's Tot.  Past and Present and Future.  July 31 once a year.  As Sly says to start the Shrew, we shall ne'er be younger...