On the Rocks

I do not normally write a personal blog, because Janet and I rarely do anything noteworthy these days. At the moment, though, we are wallowing in decadence in one of my very favorite places, the Wickaninnish Hotel, at Tofino, on the extreme western coast of Vancouver Island. Not only does this corner of Paradise provide a wonderful (if necessarily brief) Christmas treat of luxury and gourmet food, but it offers spectacular views of the coast. There is nothing between us and Japan except half a world of wild water, which explodes against the rocks here every few seconds, retiring in baffled white foam to try again. It has been doing this for about four billion years; it never gives up. There must be a lesson there somewhere, but I will leave you to draw it for yourself.  Personally I am content to sit back and watch it over the lip of a glass of something cold and  pricey. Happy New Year to all!