Writing from the ferry boat. Have to squeeze this post in between events, hospital then airport. It is beautiful again this morning. The sun is breaking through the usual morning marine clouds. The water is very calm as we cruise. The barometric pressure is high with stable weather for us. Looks like corn planting time to me.
The planting project is in high gear with the prep all done and with Jim coming today. Hopefully we will start putting the seeds in tomorrow morning. So, exciting!
There always is that thought rattling around in my brain that this could be the last corn crop for me. Can’t be helped really with the state of things, the uncertainty of things. Of course this is true for all of us young or old that every darn thing is the last but we never ever dwell on that naturally.
Coming into the dock, another successful crossing. It is really a miracle that we continually take for granted. No problem, we are good at that. But today I am thinking that my corn could be my last, but who’s dwelling.
Time to disembark, see you at the hospital. Ah, the traffic was bad but here I am. All parked and seated and waiting. Hello to this person and that person, been here way too long, know everyone.
Today the main thing here is to work out if I am continuing the clinical trial that was interrupted last time due to a substandard number. Yea, so I trust the doc to navigate through the protocols on this and get me the best deal. The best deal is what I hope for, right?
So, back to the topic of the feeling that this is the last time I do something. Maybe this is my last hospital visit. Maybe this and maybe that. I guess the takeaway is to not take things for granted, right?
I am going to sign off for now. The doc is going to call me in momentarily. Th best to you this day. One thing at a time loves, Felipé.