sorry i took so long to respond.
recently spent a couple weeks enjoying a late spring in southern coastal west, where the ocean is still blue. though there was no heavy warmth to the air, i did some outdoor swimming and, of course, went coatless. that was the norm. but then i came home in the near dawn to north coastal east, where excessive layering is de rigueur-- thermals, hoodies, overcoats, scarfs and gloves. many are the days where i carry a bare knapsack for the sole purpose of storing stripped extras. fact is, there is no true norm here. that is, if there ever was one. in any case, though i seem to remember a time when there were naught but a single hands worth of radical changes, and the seasons segued from one to the other, the weather is now written as a question, and not an answer. its also more aptly spellt as 'whether', which, speaking solely for myself, is rather fitting when compared to the extreme trends my moods travel. as a writer of prose i spend too much time inside my head composing the virtualized tales of my 'daze'. this would be best shown on a chart by the price whiplashing between the bollies, where i pierce both ends as often as once or twice a day. up is down and down is up, and while the sentiment and stochastic indicators are all in either overbought or oversold territory, the momentum indicators are caught in between diverging and converging at the same time. should i buy, sell or hold? that's the question.
which brings me in a roundabout way to where i'm going. and where is that? well, first i'll tell you a parable. i was riding the skiff of my dreams amidst the deep blue seas of the Mediterranean while on journey to Knossos, obstensibly to tour the labyrinth of my mind, when perchance i gazed upon Santorini in time to see fiery Thera erupt in all its splendiferous fury. the next thing i knew i was down for the count; out like a light without a bulb. and then i realized that that was the way of my portfolio. it had been covered in ashes and was nigh Comatose. a nice town where virtually nothing happens.
::sigh::
that's a long way of saying 'i took a break'. what!? i'm supposed to keep these posts short and pithy? fat chance of that happening!!
anyways, i think i'm back. at least, my fingers want to be. got to do some indoor swimming first. but charts are coming, as are musings waiting to be posted. perhaps some dialogue will also emerge.
btw... color me as curious. have you read Jill Paton Walsh's 'Farewell Great KIng'? its a novel based on your namesakes story.
best to ya,
rich
