Burano, Italy e. schoettler
Near the ending of Casino Royale James Bond and his current sweetie are gliding into the Grand Canal in Venice on their enviable sailboat. Yesterday watching those scenes brought back lovely memories of the five magical weeks of very hot summer days Jim and I spent in Venice. Could it really be five years ago. Seems yesterday.
Those days were particularly wonderful because we charted our own course every day. There were no appointments. no lists, nothing pressing. We had taken our shoes off. I don't think I have ever recovered from that experience.
Today is the first day of September. And I am not in Venice. My shoes are on. I am not unfettered.
The fetters are all good mind you - but they bind just the same.
Am I whining? I guess a bit. I always do when I feel over-whelmed. Its my way of puffing up my sails so that I can press ahead.