I’m sitting at breakfast and the house is quiet.  I’m up early as usual.  My Rebecca and all our company are still in bed as they got in here at something like three in the morning, just a few hours ago.  I ‘m working on finishing up my first cup after bacon and eggs.

And there is this little itsy bitsy dot in my vision.  OK, what the heck is that?  Is that in my eye, in my brain, one foot away, twenty feet away?  It’s appearing and disappearing, oh man,  not another new chemo side effect.  Then there are more of them, and I realize they are tiny tiny newborn spiders repelling down off the lamp hanging over the table .  Here we go with Life in the Country or Wild Kingdom, which ever is most.

What if we as newborns dropped down ropes into the Grand Canyon just for something to do on our first morning.  Yea,  I have to shake my head and admire God’s handiwork and admire the bravery of those itsy bitsy creatures.  Let’s see, which part of Mother Teresa’s message would those guys fit into best?  How about, “Life is an adventure, dare it.”

Just a little itsy bitsy message from little old me, love, Felipe.