Self-Isolation

End of the month, start of April Fool's and another rejection, alas. I did not hold much hope for those 100 words, but one never knows. The difficulties of finding any home for the work continue...

No tricks this year for the day, except the big one, the pangolin virus unleashed upon the world.  What to take from it except perspective? I do want to try and find some balance for the finances. And the time spent with mom and dad valuable in the long run, so at least it does not feel like time out of the office wasted.  Even as it is a bit that, poker videos, wondering about work and the haunted house of Princesses in Livingstone. 

The start of Trafalgar and the last of the assignments complete, though, that's something.  And a decision to take a break for the Fall semester and resume in NYC in January seems right from this hidden corner. How to find the words of the actual story that will make for a winning proposal?  Is it the Once Upon a Time angle? Maybe.

What will it be like to go back to normal?  And, more importantly, when? Stay tuned.

Quite the Night

I keep missing the big things, the large market movements.  Too scared to be decisive, and follow the instincts.  So much translates back to the idea that money is not important, actually, that what you’ve lost in the last moments is what is gained.  The insights.  The way in which points can be articulated.  The idea of dad going to the basement in suit and tie while we were going to school ,never told.  The desperation of a brother-in-law’s call.  Pandemics concentrating the mind.

How do I get into the mindset of writing about Trafalgar.  Needs must.  Go to.  Cook tonight, with the Bump and Rant and Young Saints, intermixed with Boss and Oasis and Killers and Ritchie.  15 years young and 50 years older.  Fast we must move when given the chance.

How to explain it but to actual use and do it.  What were Jack G’s words?  Stronger more engaged more unified firm, heh.  In some ways.  Telescoping everything toward what you need to do with your life now.  Beyond all else.

Late Night Pandemic Permanent Thoughts

1:48am.  Next visit needs to be a wedding so the permanent residency application may begin.  The first possible visit as a return to Z, proposal at the tree, Mr. Robert as representative, lubono ceremony, honeymoon, then return to start the process.  Continuing at MC if you can for that timeframe, money from condo mortgage if needed, deferral of MFA to return to when ready, life in the Maritimes, and so on and so forth.  As early as June, as late as September.

This pandemic requires a proportionate response.  Blow it all up and begin.  Sleep on it.

Where’s Jimmy?

Nanny tonight.  Dementia setting in, but coherent for discussion for the first time in awhile, and for the first time that mom can remember, she recalls her husband who died in 1970 (?)

“Must be moving furniture.”  Heart-breaking.  Stress in the time of Coronavirus...

Love in the Time of...

What a difference a virus makes?  No South Africa, and no international travel for the foreseeable future.  Work will grind to a halt, home with the parents for a few weeks the most likely next step.

The silver lining?  No excuse not to write with a vengeance.  No excuse not to accelerate plans when travel bans lift.  No excuse for... well...  I don't know.  World changing event, and all things considered you are in a decent spot as it burns.  See if you can make some money back while you are at it.

But that's not the key.  You were selfish and greedy before, and waiting around for more cost you.  There will be money in the bank when you die regardless, so forge ahead.  So many permutations and combinations, haha.

The Old Triangle line this morning was brilliant.  Dodging the Global camera at first, then CTV shows up.  Inspired to leave him the leprechaun present of two empty cans.  Remember the alcove, where you hid from the cameras, in the year of the virus.  Let's hope it is just the "year". 

A few errands, including the final MFA publishing assignment, then off to Moncton for a two-week self-isolation to see the parents.  How will it end?  Just watch it.  Oh, this Guinness sensation, early in the morning.  I should have packed a third if I had known.

Life is a series of memories, said Peter.  And isn't it just?