A Curious Fellow

Long weekend of nothing, although actually sort of production.  Famous NLD win, boat tarped for the season, further editing, and the acknowledged return of the journals/photo.  Curious indeed, but so is the manner of the world.  In which you see in things some magic of the past to be captured and seek to hold it.  The chronicles of the swells and the epic storms to be chased.  Lessons and dreams of 10 years ago.  The scratchings filling the pages just so, with history.  Embarrassed upon the repercussions of such actions upon waking, but the making of shambolic memories in the process worth - perhaps - the awkward, unsettling feeling of judgments by unknowns from afar.  So it goes.

And so you choose to download Time Trap instead of doing the work on any of three separate files that needed doing.  Instead, the speed chess finals and now the rain.  The letter to Walnut also still to find its destination, what will be the fall-out reaction to that, I wonder.  Fun to imagine.  Exactly a month tonight, it shall be the Downtowner.  How many months ago was it, for the one reading this now? 

Imagine/Remember that.