Geez,  it all start so very innocently.   I thought, OK I’ll do this one online banking move before I do the blog.  It was probably clumsy me but managed to get locked out of my account and it took talking to two real people to get back to where I started.  Life used to be so simple, now there is this extra layer that seems oh so vital, oh so can’t do without.

Before this all started I was admiring how the steam was rising off my hot coffee and thought maybe that would be a blog.  I don’t know if you see steam off your coffee where  you have central hearing.  Here in the early morning when the wood fire is being nursed into existence it is still chilly and steam definitely rises off my coffee.  Little did I know that the steam would be rising off of me after my friendly online banking worked me over.

But it is a trade off, at worst or at best.  Yesterday FaceTimed with Cris from Buenos Aires for an hour.   She described the weather changing to fall down there as I was sitting outside in the middle of glorious spring here.  All that is a little strange to grasp.  We are all striving to be less provincial I suppose and need to learn to encompass that.

This Sunday is the start of Holy Week, Palm Sunday.  And Easter will be my Fourth anniversary of entering the Church.  I am so happy with that.  I am really floating along on their support.  I am a patient in God’s Hotel and finding that a happy end in itself.

Yup, time to get out of my jammies and face the world.  Time to tackle the firewood project.  Two more trees to fell and split up.  (madrona here or madrone in California, Arbutus menziesli, madroño in Spanish).  It is an important task of the calendar as the wood has to dry for most of a year to be ready to burn well next winter.   OK, you are my favorites, love, Felipe of the North.