The Winter To Think About It

...Then again, he thinks, on the ferry.  And the night before, in class, when presented with a map of Nova Scotia, and that compelling end of the neck location.  And this morning, contemplating all the whale paraphernalia acquired to incent the plan into motion.  And into the afternoon, as word trickles in of oil executives disparaging your association with a client's desires, and of the utility's exasperation and laying of blame for benign procedural filings.

The MFA start next August is basically assured at this point.  I cannot see the writing moving forward without that needed spark - the ongoing feedback and deadlines it will provide.  Plus surely doors that are not currently in view will be opened, and shower a sense of legitimacy on the efforts.  The travel memoirs offer a solid base whence to begin.  Perhaps a more concrete and commercial idea shall emerge in time.

But as you cast about for the next voyage in the interim, the mind asks those lingering questions: heading out on more adventures solo, but where?  and with no place to call home to retreat to on your return?

So smiles Ahab in the shadows.  The sunk costs of the Kish book and the other accoutrements for the walls, lying about and gathering dust and waiting to be put on display.  The idea of the driveway being sodded and the bar being converted into a residence is a tragic one.  It should be stopped.

I start to wonder about the symmetry of prior birthday closings of note - the boat, then the condo.  If the condo were to be sold in advance of next summer, then would not a new used car, and then this property make for a true 40th worth the telling?  I must not discount the thought entirely.  Re-read the Europa journal.  Maybe in the end the right plan for 2019 is both, with commercial operation not to begin until 2020.  As our lady says, we have the winter to think about it...