Eclipse Day in SA

Canada Day weekend is over.  Slothful.  I blame the rain.  It was nice to get out and see Carmen and take the boat to the fireworks.  Start all over again, indeed.  This time I sat and enjoyed the scene, and the sail back in was a short beauty.  Need to take the boat out for a proper long distance trek, perhaps past Big Tancook?

Oh yes, that was news from this weekend.  987.  In some lights it seems the perfect address of the future, in others a headache not worth the hassle, and one that cannot be settled on before Barca.  (I assume that plan is recorded here somewhere, as the Schengen visa awaits?)  Nice to dream, over games of hearts and twitter obsessions that must end in favour of cleaning up this atrocity of an apartment...

Al Rosenberg in town tomorrow, if you believe it.  Just as the new tariff is being written and just after last year’s visit from Mr. Gubbins.  The options are there if you are brave enough to seize them.

That includes the MFA, fast approaching.  The idea of the weekend is back to the Kitchener bridge, true stories about the nature of time.  It fits, for a pitch, perhaps.  How to make it seem less disjointed?  Trauma, love, work, travel, etc.  It can be done.  Go to it.  For the longest time..