Agreeable to the Latest Discoveries

So says the map of the world on the wall, below the antlers adorned with a cheap Guinness hat.  The sketchy dude with the shaved head and devil tattoo on the skull has just drifted out at 3:20, having dropped his phone clattering to the ground and after so much salt added into his beer.

Remember?

Always that’s the word, but especially this day, as it grows difficult.  The pieces of previous years put together through jotted down passages in notebooks, photos, faded memory.  Ever the same.  A smile as whiskey in the jar or Sunny Side of the Street is played.  The stories and the green.

The “marathon not a sprint” counsel.

Sister-in-law in labour across the continents, checking hourly for the immigration updates, and otherwise all unfolding (it would seem) pursuant to some divine plan.  The contentment is there, no (or little) desire for the random encounters that fuelled these days of old.  Satisfaction and celebration instead.

Phil joined at 7am this morning, how will those moments be remembered?  With reverence and a smile, surely.  Young Marnie joined the call with gusto, and then Devin assisted with the test drives.  A Farewell to the Standard moment, alas.  The CX-30 is a beaut, but need consultation now, and I love that I love that I do.

Nephew-in-law born 20:20, 13 minutes ago.  Long life, my young man, long life.  What a world.