OK, we finally found the source of the mysterious rocking chair noise in our house that I had mentioned recently. It turned out our old turntable has been going around for a month now after the visit from our grandson. He loves buttons and knobs!
Now that it is nice and quiet I can write to you without the distraction. What to write about today? Sometimes when I am writing for this blog it is purely a journalistic endeavor, what is happening on a day to day basis. Sometimes we are more topical, like thoughts on cancer or spirituality. Sometimes it is directly related to the Camino in Spain or Phil’s Camino here. Or sometimes about Phil’s Camino the movie. All of those things are related, at least in my mind, all parts of my Camino.
The genesis of the blog was way back in May of 2014. Some of the nurses at the hospital thought that would be a great way to communicate with folks here while I was in Spain. I wouldn’t have to send and answer emails that way. I would be just broadcasting everyday. And here we are almost two and a half years later still blogging away with coming up on a thousand posts.
I have found another big benefit of blogging also beside direct communication. It seems to organize my thoughts and make things clearer for me. Then when I am asked questions about the film, my health or the Camino for instance, seems like I have answered them three or four times already. Somewhere in the archives of the blog I have worked on just about every aspect of my life, of Camino life.
Well, off to my day. Fall is happening here. Sweet corn and venison are happening. Maybe some salmon might happen. See you tomorrow, love, Felipe.
That is hilarious! The part about the mysterious rocking chair noise. Good sleuthing!
And keep blogging, even when you’re blogging about blogging. Makes my day. Almost better than archery.
Dana ~ yea, the turntable going at 33 1/3 rpm for weeks, it is hilarious. Well, I am off to blogging here in a moment, trying to get warmed up. Then we have a walk this morning. Thanks for being here with us, love, Felipe.
Hah! It was a happy haunting. I can imagine the sound went well with all the creaking floorboards upstairs.
T ~ yea, the turntable! Pretty crazy. Love you, Dad.