Unquestionably the privilege of having nothing to preoccupy oneself is for me at least a novelty of its own. One jokes about pinching oneself from the nirvana of retirement. Yet it is proving to be a shortcut to paradise. The price is no more than the usual restriction of time - a measure which remarkably appears to accelerate commensurately with enjoyment. It promotes a reminder to relish each moment.
As much as we appreciate the Gulf Coast in the winter we are equally enamoured by Almonte in the summer. These casual summer days are all that we had hoped for. Whatever ambition I nurture from time to time to travel abroad is soon diminished by a mere reflection upon what is here. In fact it wouldn't be the first time we pointedly asked ourselves, "Why leave home?" Perhaps this sounds dreadfully saccharin of me to advance the status quo so enthusiastically. But I am mindful of the prescription for inner contemplation. It can be dangerously possible to miss what it right before one's eyes. For the time being I think I'll just keep doing what I've always done.