Tradition and Dream

Too many people at 2:45pm on a glorious sunny day, but no matter.  Should be in the Charlottetown room doing hearing prep for District Energy, but no matter.  Should be finishing up the Final Arguments in the GRA, but no matter.  You are here, on this day, and that’s what matters.  Continuation of tradition, through-line between the years.  Free as the fog still here, as is the apple cider with splash of rum.  Riotous proving of anything lobster, and yet the Mexican tourists pay, because Lobster is King.

15 minutes until a call on Petroleum Products, will the onion rings arrive in time? As we type.  Time enough for a picture, even.  And to reflect on the year that was, the birth of the man himself AA.  Prepping for the 4th November in a row to Zambia.  How different each in turn, and so special.  The evolution of thought, and life.  Still dream-like as well, the human being growing of his will, healthily, happily, mysteriously, incredibly.  

This year we say a farewell as well, the first as a non-boat owner for over a decade?  We wait for the final confirmation that will surely come.  No matter, that, too.  There are new things under the Sun, still.  Seek them out, the more imaginative and crazier the better.  Get to the plane and sleep.  The clock is ticking.  You have about 60 hours left…

Anything else?  Try everything.  Just have it.  Don’t tell me the end.  The living is too much fun.

Not in Control

Much has happened since our last update in these parts.  The return to London managed incredibly well beyond expectations, the big man into the Globe and Emirates, Tate Modern and London Eye.  Not everything covered, because the city contains multitudes, but opportunities for a solo return are there now that you’ve served up these memories.  And the process understood for future revels.

The hearing prep session underway for Day 1.  Last week a write-off thanks to the Buckett Symposium, this week exhausting in anticipation of the African odyssey.  Still need to write three closings.  Amid the closing down of summer, always exemplified by the boat’s removal from the water and onto the hard.  And on that note…