Mush-A-Mush, and Time

Maybe it was Max’s comment, that the next generation of kids has arrived.  Maybe it was the long day today, the (im)patiently waiting at checkout and for another wig purchase.  Maybe it is this fabulous J Lohr wine. Maybe it is seeing everyone at the lake, beholding the memories in real time.  Maybe it is the realization that you will now be here, long-term, and Bissett will still need some escaping from.  And maybe it’s Ernst going up for sale.  The idea of finding a better spot in NS is foolish.  Tancook or Brier or Tangier or otherwise.  

Build on foundations, on memories.  Get a trailer even, and drop the SC on a mooring there and get Inch involved as co-owner caretaker, subsidizer, etc.  

The last is the genius idea, how it works.  With him and TKR down the road, as successors to Reid and JAM before him, it can be done and ensures continuity and full usage and .  Fills a need for them and a sharing that will last.  Inclusion easily sold for that very purpose.  The linch-pin, of sorts.

And so it can begin/continue.  This ongoing process of taking ages to come around to inevitable conclusions.  And, when it comes, maybe the feeling of everyone saying finally, he’s come to it on his own, here it is.

For - if you think on it - the nostalgia for the future line drove a lot, as did the desire for solitude, the need and desire to remain hidden.  The lack of responsibility.  There is no running from that now.  And so that ground where you jumped once yourself, and climbed once yourself, and spent so so so much time.  Why not pass it on. Why not keep this place at Maplewood for unique day-to-day things and the Mush-a-Mush oasis for the broader welcomes.

Legacy is a funny thing.  It is such a big world, and choices can have such long-lasting ramifications.  But what you need to know, is that the good choices you let ride, and the bad ones you change up as soon as you are able.  And that’s how it can all work out.  

Time, as an old colleague Liam wrote coincidentally tonight.  Not exactly clear when certain shifts occur, and when they can be gradual all the better, maybe best?  The old Hemingway quote, gradually then suddenly.  Recent realizations have been like that, post-Covid in particular.

Messages tonight to Gander and to Connors, both alike in their own ways.  Be nice to see them.  And perhaps we shall soon.  Let’s see how it all unfolds.  Sail tomorrow.  Own the ocean, McMahon.