A wind storm going on outside, lights flickering. Running off to the hospital to get our scan. Have all my little tumors shined up like little choir boys, jackets and ties, hair slicked back.
Poor guys, it’s such a hard scrabble existence for them, maybe like being in the poorest school district in the poorest county of your state. They are barely surviving. I would like to talk them onto the bus and get them down the road to greener pastures so to speak.
OK, off to the shower, later, love always, Felipe always.
Hola Amigo!
I just have to say I’d like to rent a little space in your head for so many of the “oh, woe is me” folks out there that really don’t have a clue. You’re amazing, my friend, just amazing. May Christmas Blessings fall on you like a big-flaked snowfall.
SF,
PfJ
PFJ ~ keeping the fires of positivity burning buddy. OK, Christmas Blessings all around! Hello to Farmer Cathy. PFF.
Ditto words from Farmer John! Have to tell you we finally viewed Phil’s Camino thnx to FJ. Very moving, especially since we had walked a portion of the Camino but even more importantly, since we had walked with you on your own island Camino!! Merry Christmas and keep on keepin’ on! Semper Fi.
Biggo Amigo! Super Great to see you comment here! I didn’t even have to make anything up when I was telling Farmer Felipe that you were a really cool Dude so he would let you walk with him. Actually, I kinda “glossed over” you, and concentrated on Tory, cause I knew she was a slam dunk.
SF,
PFJ
PFJ~ hey, I want to be “glossed over”! That’s kind of a spa thing isn’t it? Felipe, Farmer type.
Ken ~ the film is good. It has a life of it’s own now. I’m running to catch up. Hi to Tory. Oh, and Merry Christmas! Phil.