...is the Horizon

... and sometimes it's us old folk.  Stories befitting those weeks, dresses and cab rides and solace and departure.  To be followed by hidden pirate pewter in the big smoke?  Who can say, though for now I find myself so inclined.  Por que no?

The latest trip arriving with gusto and yet may need to be curtailed.  There is something about flying standby on a whim, something about checking in when you are not remotely packed or prepared, and when you may find yourself arriving back here a week tonight, the whirlwind complete.  And, sadly, everything but the Eels and Montserrat accomplished. 

There is something.  It is not logical, but it doth make sense.  The conspiracy and the eternal renewal offered by the Thames and the Bard and the Emirates and (this time) the Sagrada. 

The interim approval was your idea and so it is fitting you are here to blast out this memo.  Fitting as well you are here for the meeting on carbon.  Looks like you might have to stow your bag on board the SC to make the flight post-meeting, but we shall think more on logistics tonight.  Can you pull off another Rhodes coup?  Or is this the trap that ensnares.  Your turn for the Grandma-type detour.

No matter.  There will be time enough.  And words to write about Gaudi.  Need to get on that.  September's due date approaches.  The only straight line...

Amends

Two weeks down.  I see it.  The Latin Matriculation, years later.  I can’t do 20 hours a week, but the book will be done and it will be good.  Rhiannon last night after the Juicy IPAs.  People.  Their infinite variety.  Pacific.  47.  Widowers, repaid $20, make-up, trauma and third secretaries.  Sunshine.  Deadlines that pass.

Weelllll...  maybe next year 😊

Midsummer soon.  NLD.  Barca.  TO.  But if you were me, with time rushing by, what would you do?  The young always have the cure.  Sing it Dame Judi.

The Craft and the Pitch

The first week as a student since Galway almost in the books.  Quite the time, and significant progress being made as techniques known only intuitively come more firmly into view.  All is very well in the initial focus on the "craft" - such a lovely word befitting the prime users of them. 

The pitch came together nicely too, and will in turn serve as a solid foundation for the book proposal when it comes.  The job for September will be to write up the Antarctic story, followed by Philadelphia, and all of a sudden you will be about 25% of the way there including the moose.  9 seems a fortuitous number for a collection, with prologue and epilogue thrown in for good measure.

A wondrous outcome, to be honest.  A potential title, deeper ideas and thoughts on themes and digressions, recommended readings, and a sense of confidence that you are, to quote a motivational speaker, "on the right track."  As much as I could have hoped for in this mid-life journey at this point. 

Still not sure how to get away with Arsenal v. Spurs, but let's do it anyway, damn the consequences.  You will find a way to carve out the time, you only need to look for it in the right places.

Other thoughts since the glorious celebration of Black Tot?  What an evening - the swim, the sunset, the toasts.  All in order.  Handwritten letter sent and some classic paddle boarding at Mush-a-Mush.  Perfect to get the kids all in the hammock for the memory photo, and then get dropped to school on the first day by the Venza.  Add to that the Arsenal signings in this transfer window, and the fall is shaping up pretty magically.  Let's have it.