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.