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.

Tuesday, February 26, 2019

End by Snow

Hi J,
Thank you for your patience and the effort that you are making for us to meet.  It's finally been confirmed that I will be in Amsterdam on the second of March and I will see you during the hours that you have there.
Heh.  News received just after hearing of the snow shoveling heart attack suffered by one of the mutants.  First thought was to how that might impact the plans, as items are "heating up" on the rate development front.  Of course.  But the companion status continues to look promising, the crawl is confirmed with perfect start set for Founders, and the Rennais ticketing should go to general sale by Saturday.  The timing of the Amsterdam arrival news, which you have been awaiting since the Friday night bookings, absolutely timely.  Destiny speaks again.  Scattering away under cover of the curling is devious, but it must be done.  More from Moncton post-Scotch dinner if all holds to the pattern.  I am sure it must.


Monday, February 25, 2019

To the Mont

Boom indeed.  A rise in the Enerflex fortunes on Friday and also this morning.  Need to consider the right timing to escape.  But for now each of the four are at their highs of some time, so no regrets, etc. etc. I feel like the greed to see it hit $20 and fear of missing out on others could be a downfall, but for now, roll on? 

The draw also fell kindly, queuing up a return to the continent well-aligned with the kick-starting of celebrations for this 40th year.  The question now is simply whether the path will cross with that of the dark princess.  Even if not, those dutch streets from the twenties will be worth rewalking, and the forest room a most hilarious shout for pictures of sorrow. 

There was certainly an element of destiny about that draw in particular, having identified Mont St Michel as a destination of wonder best achieved now, but which absolutely required the excuse of a Rennes fixture to see it home.  Combined with the random date thrown out by the random finder of the 2013 postcard at Shakespeare's and the certainty of the Eurostar arrival in time for the start of the pub crawl at Founders, you have a real recipe for magic that was inescapable and thus quickly booked.  Whether the Comptoir hook-up works out remains to be seen, but the return to Peace and Love hostel near Gare du Nord and the like cannot help but bring out the smiles, chewing as you will on that weed of time.

Let us hope the weather and standby gods do not disappoint, having brought things along to this cusp.  Surely it is meant to work out just so.   

Thursday, February 21, 2019

BOOM goes tomorrow (I hope)

Earnings in the long held TFSA stock announced, and with the new Build Own Operate Maintain contracts, the 0.08 cent beat, and smooth CEO transition, hoping for a nice rise at the opening bell.  Combine that with the anticipation for European draw magic and it’s a restless night.

The application in, many fb messages sent around from the cidery before the flower petal Compass and Gus accusations of perversion turned the rest of the long weekend into an ode to the time travellers and fast food.  Heh.  Recovery on this mostly one client-focused year has been good.

The attitude shift knowing the coming MFA is excellent, much to look forward to as 40 approaches.  This time last year you were off, incredibly, to Santiago and all that adventure entailed.  This weekend I will try to put the second chapter of it into words.

Chimbi awaits in Europe, and the strands of potential depending on tomorrow’s outcome are wide indeed.  Fun booking a night next month in each of France, Germany, and Italy, pending the outcome of the names in a hat across the ocean.

Come, bright future.  Let us see what you have in store...

Monday, February 11, 2019

A Gift You Give Your Adult Self

Not sure if you can trace the thoughts back to that room 700+ spins ago.  But this time, it’s clear I’m ready.  There are journalists and filmmakers and natural storytellers that make up the most of the crowd.  But you will fit in, to this forum of ideas.  Make it so.

Thursday, February 07, 2019

All Good Buddy

Another restless night, another morning sleeping through.  The testing of the alarm bells maddening, but still you are unmoved.  A request comes in from the regional lead for a meeting, punted to the afternoon.  Nothing good can come of that, I imagine, perhaps the start of a reckoning-type conversation long overdue?

Or is the timing aligned to interfere with the deposit expected tomorrow?  That would be frustrating indeed, but no matter.  As long as there is no hint of a need to disturb the MFA plan.  That seems nicely set for next week.  Looking around the Chamber ballroom at lunch yesterday, the crumpled suit, mismatched shoes, holes in socks...  it screamed out as being the perfect decision for the moment.

Despite a grand first month, the underlying legal turmoil remains close to the surface.  Other than the mill, you have to wonder about the long term... some time may have been bought for this year through DM's generosity, but what next? 

Thoughts of Freeport still linger.  The late night speed reading of the Mary Oliver and her discussion of writing, Walt, and nature - so potent and such a contrast to the pipeline abandonment arguments to follow this morning.  Might something there yet remain?

To act upon that dream requires the testing of the market value of this condo, in line with the 40th escape...  Look around at the state of the mess you live in at times, as the boys walk through to check the sprinkler heads.  Would the same hold true in that off-world colony?  Or could you change?

As pictures from Zurich make their way to your phone.  What a correspondence with the truly happenstance and unknown.  The idea of someone to share the oceanfront space with as you write and cobble together a shop in the interim seems so outlandish.  And yet.  How momentous was that last day in Cape Town meant to be, truly?  It is a story worthy of that voyage.  I wonder.

More anon, after 2pm, with the beginning of a verdict.

UPDATE - the financial treatment for the 2018 year is secure, but a clawback is in full effect, as you fall to the lowest of places.  Hard to argue it, in fairness.  The offer is made for the fixed take, and likely it's the option that must be taken.  The certainty is helpful, offers the chance of an early clean break if necessary, and provides for a glide path into alternative arrangements for 2020.  A year that looms large.  The inevitable spiral toward it only intensifies.