The sky is looking incredible.  The barometer is up and we have one good day of weather.  I’ll take it.  Tomorrow it is supposed to be back to rain again.  I have to mow like the wind today to catch up to the grass around here.  The Camino trail will get attention.

Well, yesterday it was about 3:30 and I was thinking that I pretty much had a wrap on the day.  The landline phone rings which has been infested with junk calls lately and I am tempte

d to disregard it.  But I do look and it is a number but no name but it is a Vashon number so I answer.  It was a good friend from church and walking who wants me to take her to the nearest emergency room.  You drop everything and go, right?  This is your Camino right here right now.  Just because you didn’t see it coming becomes unimportant.

We we’re so synchronized that we just drove right on board the next ferry to Tacoma without a wait.  So, in the end it all worked out.  It was a panic over pains but the tests came up good.  So a referral was generated to see a specialist and we were on our way for late evening teriyaki.  Back on a late ferry and all is well.

Just a reminder to me how our well thought out and sacred schedules are sort of made to be broken like rules.  If your fellow pilgrim needs help that is what you do right then.  You don’t call back later and say that you have a slot next Tuesday.  Well, and I was kind of honored that I was chosen for the task also.

OK, sort of life as it happens around here.  That’s the report for today.  All good.  Have a great weekend, love, Felipe.