Good Evening, Christine...
Saying your name aloud recalls to me
heroic images, I hear the faintest
accent as you lean against the prow
much like Greta Garbo, so noble as
the Queen who may have been Christine,
but for the a problem.(An
unfortunate misspelling, I am sure.)
I am reminded of this for so many reasons.
You display here unfailing tenacity and cheer
in the face of prevailing winds, and you stay
the course despite the imminent threat of squalls.
I would have you first mate without a moment's
hesitation. I would even ignore the remarks I
do not understand. I would simply secure the ties
that bind, the knots I know so well. I wish I
followed this seatrain of a thread nearly as well
as I circumnavigate my world.
Pregnant, now that is rich: NO, I referred to a
worrisome hint as to your investing habits. But
then, you were having me on, am I right? I meant
what you seem to have guessed, that the dublooons
of tomorrow must now be tended ( in my imagination,
now, I must be honest) as if I were to protect your
whimsical ways. I am always happy to share my
treasure maps with any who dare ask. Sunken treasure
is a terribly exciting prospect, I think.
Well, I must stow my gear; I have only now returned
from the Marina. And I must shut my locker tight,
and set my sights on tomorrow, of course. The barometer
is falling, I warn you, and it bears close vigil.
In closing, thank you for your sincere ahoy.
Investing ( well you know)...
kal |
