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.

Thursday, September 06, 2018

A Last Hurrah

Last night was the first class of the final Energy Law go-around, as the thinking continues to evolve and fall into place.  It becomes harder and harder to be inspired by the daily dose of legal work, and even if you were satisfied by the quality, the quantity is also lacking.  The extrication from SBTS was done with ease.  The unrehearsed Dream a quality way to end the season, Neptune's Yellow Sands and the unsaid verse about the mermaid on a dolphin's back and her dulcet, harmonious breath.  Re-remembered.  25 years gone, and you can enjoy in solitude once more, the quiet walks through woods under starry skies, without obligations...

Off to Auld's Cove for a long-awaited business development tour and the first trip to Cape Breton of the season.  I hope I can make it to Meat Cove, but we shall see, since the return by Sunday night needs doing.  Fishing Cove also an option?  We shall see how best to do it as we scheme up the weekend plans in the coming hours.  Perhaps there will be sharks, too.

Meanwhile, S non-schmoozes in DC as part of the new gig, the hilarity of selfies with politicos in power, and triggering visions of another get-away location and why in the near term, time may be the most valuable of commodities.  Jealousy lingers too, as always, but so be it, that is the way of the world, the ridiculousness of the mind.  Head to China and Tibet and Nepal to conquer it... 

That seems, more and more, the next plan.  Antarctica in the bag, the investment in Lavena's looking less likely as the vagabond MFA option whirls more temptingly into view.  One more year, and then a two year present to yourself.  Two books to write - the memoirs and the politics.  As interest rates rise and the freedom of the road beckons, the idea of owning the shack on the ocean recedes, slightly.  The options have not presented themselves, more like.  We shall see what drops in the months to come.  But proceed wisely.  And on the basis that June-July-August next year is the time for renewal...  It is falling, slowly, into place.

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