OK, yes the weather is driving me crazy, it’s wackin my mole. Do I live in my raingear or do I find another hook to hang my latest wet jeans on? This is the tragic level of Felipé’s problems.

What else is new? The Island boat racing guys are fine tuning their hydroplanes for this years annual race on the early morning of the Fourth. Remember the Fourth? This competition has been going on for as long as I remember and is an important part of our Island life although there are always some party poopers who make a big deal about the noise. There is nothing noisier than these things. But big bragging rights go to the winner and his pit crew.

And Wiley and Henna made it in for a tour of CHAZ, that’s the Capital Hill Autonomous Zone. This is a small section of the City of Seattle left over from the demonstrations and riots of days ago. It is presently without police presence and has for the present been peaceful and sort of an experiment in ceasefire. I am sure that you have seen reports on the news both good and bad depending on the bias.
Anyway they are back safe.

Church wise St. John Vianney has been down but I just received an email that they plan on opening this Sunday with an outdoor service limited to one hundred attendees. This should be interesting.

Also, Burton Community Church, My Rebecca’s, had the fabulous Bonnie Barnard Zoom in to give the sermon yesterday. She is always full of energy, wisdom and good vibes. She spoke on King David and the 23rd Psalm, a Psalm for hard times or the hardest of times.

And that‘s life for us here locally on a Monday. Off to walk in a minute, have to find my aqualung.

you are fresh in my mind loves, Felipé.