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It's easy to become high-spirited when a glowing cause is in the offing. Tomorrow we begin our trek to Longboat Key on the Gulf of Mexico.  It is a journey which hasn't been without its trials throughout the past six months since we returned from our previous winter sojourn on the heels of a near-fatal bicycle accident on the beach at Ponce Inlet in particular and subsequently the mounting discrimination of aging in general. The agony of old age is irrepressible! But with what I can only characterize as propitious serendipity we accomplished what could be done to address these incremental inconveniences and we're now - on the eve of our departure - in a boomps-a-daisy state of mind. The dynamic may certainly enjoy no more than that of a temporary obsession - because as I have reiterated one thousand times "There ain't no ship to take you away from yourself!" For the time being our zeal has willy-nilly embraced a boundless prospect. What after all is the point of diluting this optimistic though potentially ephemeral enthusiasm with weariness of any description! Our detour to southern climes while not qualifying as a holiday per se is nonetheless of sufficient singularity to promote that instinctive human bent for discovery, novelty and escape that comes with travel of almost any description.

To be perfectly honest, surrounded as we have been by constant reminders of the transience and diminution of life, it is a currency which I rather prefer to attack with gusto rather than defeat. I neither disguise nor secrete my enthusiasm for this venture, an enterprise which has been on our agenda for at least the past year when we first visited the barrier island and were smitten by its tranquillity and allure.

This juncture of my life has come at a fortuitous moment in that by an accident of nature I have been relieved of the weight of perpetual anxiety. I haven't a shred of deception about the transition of this present euphoria; but neither do I intend to overlook it for any reason whatsoever. Only moments ago I shared with a long-standing friend on the Ottawa River the need to prosecute life's random service with bravado and bluster. It may be nothing more than boastfulness and swashbuckling but it affords the ingredient for rising above ineptitude and disappointment. There are some who, no matter what their circumstance, insist upon recognizing only the possibility of failure rather than the hope of achievement.  As I said to my friend, "Nobody cares!" - with which she readily agreed.  So it behooves us to muster our strength and to contemplate the frivolity of life rather than its sometimes tedious reality.