I have been getting my Steve-O time in during his visit. He is off again this afternoon to drive to Portland. We got the walk in yesterday on Phil’s Camino just the two of us. It was sort of a drizzly situation so it must have discouraged folks from coming out. But we persisted.

And last evening we had a few hours after the ill fated Seahawks game. Boy, that was one of their worst games ever. But in true heroic fashion one of the announcers did make a case for a team having a complete failure as this at this point in the season. The argument being that the resulting reshuffled could mean a way for them to peak at the right time in late season. OK, OK, but hard to watch.

Anyway we gabbed away with My Rebecca’s help on numerous topics. It was fun and up lifting. And I am sitting here trying to put my finger on the up lifting aspect of conversation with him. And this generally seems to be the case.

He has this funny notion that there’s are only 137 people in the world because we keep running into each other in various combinations and in various places. Never fails in his world that they show up. I think that is a sign of synchronicity. It is a very small world after all.

And this leads into the feeling that important or significant things can happen to me, to us. We are not all in a big vat of nameless humanity. We for whatever reason are sort of the chosen ones to which things of significance happen. Does that make sense? That is how he makes you feel when you talk with him. Conversation is elevated and life begins to have history to support it and a future to sustain it. We are buoyed by our own talk in a very real and special way.

It is very positive to have a feeling that good and interesting things don’t just happen to other people. You know those people that are always more deserving than we are, those people. But we could very well be those people, whose to say. At least we have to carry on like that.

I’m not saying that we put on aires or that we are self important or self righteous. It is just that we are making ourselves available to the universe. We finally realize that we are equal to it. That sounds a little crazy but it is how you feel when you engage with Steve-O. We definitely want him on the team.

OK, Monday needs to happen. Walking in a moment with people coming maybe. Time to go.

we are equal to it loves, Felipé.