Oh sorry, I didn’t get yesterday’s “Y” post published til a minute ago here Saturday morning. Things have been crazy although hopefully we are over it now. Yea, my Rebecca had a wild ride in the aid car (ambulance) to the Emergency Room in Seattle on Thursday afternoon after I had published the “X” blog post. She stayed overnight and I picked her up there at Swedish Hospital Friday afternoon. So, it was basically a big 24 hour drama.
So, we are both recovering, as it was exhausting corralling all the details of that. But the important thing is that she is back at the ranch and comfortable as can be expected. One of our old friends, a retired nurse, is coming to dress the site of the operation today, so that is out of my hands. I can watch and learn.
Just one detail of that adventure was that I got to sit outside the ER for two hours on Thursday evening and watch the happenings of it’s entry way. There was an ambulance coming in with someone for treatment every 15 minutes and they went into a covered area where I couldn’t see. But I observed people being dropped off by car or walking in for ER treatment. They came in at a slightly greater rate. What is interesting is that maybe a third of those I could see were segregated into a virus symptoms area and interviewed one by one there by a nurse. So, they were trickling in the whole time, not huge but significant.
Anyway, we are back and safe and waiting out this rainy day, perfect for resting up. I hate to say that you saw it here first but remember me talking about my pig dream and about the idea that folks out and around were entering a time of more dreaming. Well, and that dream occurrences are up in number is being observed by more and more people. Did I mention that you may have seen that first here at Caminoheads blog. I interpret that as our collective need for guidance in this time of uncertainty.
Here is a dream of my friend Will from this last week, in his own words. I asked for permission to show this and talk about it.
“Dreamt Zubin Mehta of the New York Philharmonic was bunking with me in the wwoofer cabin. I was fiddling with his Stradivarius but he didn’t mind.” (In explanation: Mehta was conductor of the New York Philharmonic at some point. A “woofer” is an intern working on an organic farm which Will and his wife have. And of course the Stradivarius is the archetypal priceless violin.) What a fabulous dream!
Oh, and my corn and clover seed have arrived to the ranch for the planting next month. I have a target date of May 11th for that. Soil temp is around 60 degrees F. Need another five.
philharmonic loves, Felipé.