Direction of Travel

As inevitable as the European Super League announcement comes the April funk and its waiting game.  But the Visa has been approved, the Romelio SA certificate acquired, and the medical request at last received, today.  All timing on song as you await the wife’s arrival and the start of summer.  Who would have thought it thus?

Have spent a lazy weekend into Monday pondering plans.  The Bed and Breakfast idea of old cannot be shaken, and with it an impatience toward action.  The direction of travel flowing but one way.  Forward not back, said the Netflix imposters, and so it goes.  There was the idea of Mahone Bay between the churches, but the price tag extreme and simply not enough room.  Better the fresher air and darker skies, the sign post to Worms in Germany, and the namesake of Uncle Walt to inspire.  

Will they be open, post-quarantine?  Worth a drive by in advance to walk the grounds and run out the Kona.  For the truth comes that you can hold on to the Dartmouth condo and also keep the country homestead at that price, instead of the pricier alternatives.  This would have options and lower stakes, with little rush and large opportunities.  For gardens and telescopes and retreats and the kitchen and Queens hospitality, all at the doorstep of Keji.  A potential institution of itself.  Not Brier island, but at least toward it. 

Doers and Dreamers.  Here lies another.  Line it up.  I sense another birthday offer a’coming?  There was a feeling of sadness when it seemed pending earlier, only to re-appear.  Let’s hope it lasts another month.  Take it away if it is not the right path, but I see it as the one to offer milady as the place to make in her imagine.

Let’s see.  Walk free and own no superior, after all.  Aye me.