Part of last evening’s sunset.
(photo P Volker)
The start of a new week here in August, in the year of the pandemic. I almost forgot that last part. Like that is a part of everything we do or say these daze. A sort of brand burned into the hide of everything that is trying to carry on.
Our Catherine had a wonderful comment. It was addressed to Rho as an answer to Rho’s Friday post but you can read it. I‘m moved by her words. They seem on target without being strident, hard but soft, just right. Check it out.
I’m going to be scurrying around the outside of the house today. I got the deck cleaned yesterday now everything else out there looks unkempt, is that a word? Some folks are coming this weekend to the Corntine and need to spiff up. I called a lot of folks from the St. John Vianney’s phone directory. And there are other locals too. Largely these folks don’t read the blog so they need invites. It will be good to get them walking! The temperatures this weekend are going to be in the 70’s, perfect.
My Rebecca and I called one of my old Camino buddies Mary Margaret last night. We carried on for some time catching up. Funny how we reminisced and both had a little tear remembering some Camino moment. May that always be with us.
may that always be with us loves, Felipé.