Before I get started on that I want to put my walking schedule in here:

Mondays 0900-1000

Fridays 0900-1000

Sundays 1000-1100

This is here at the ranch.  Wear your boots.  Come walk and talk with me and whoever shows up.

My Rebecca belongs to a group called the Vashon Free Range Folk Choir.  And last evening they were singing as part of a multi faith gratitude service.  I got roped into going to the service but it was lively and just what I needed to start getting out of my doldrums with the death of Sture.  So somehow Rebecca and I wound up going along with a small group afterward to one of the local restaurants for a drink.

So, beside the two of us there was a dad of one of my archery students, the local head guy with the Sufis, the abbot of the Zen Center and the abbot of the Russian Orthodox Monastary.  Also included were two folks that I really wanted to touch base with who are the parents of a young man that recently took his own life.  What a crew!  What a dilly dally!  It was extremely jovial and informative.  I am so glad that I was there.  It was really high and the parents said that it was the first time that they had smiled since the death of their son.  It is hard to see how that all worked but it did beautifully.

So yea, the trail goes on, the surprises continue and the dilly dallys are there for the taking.  Amazing.  Dilly Dally love to you, Felipe.