My Rebecca is always ribbing me about my spelling and very occasional misuse of a word. The other day I was reporting on the crowd at the wedding and I wrote that we were all balling, well that should be bawling I guess. Geez, picky picky, like they mean two different things. But I really do want to say to you, “Keep Clam”. Yes, I know it is supposed to be “Keep Calm” unless you live in the Seattle area though. We know about these things.

Up here there is Ivar’s Seafood Bar and Ivar’s Salmon House and Ivar’s Acres of Clams for your dining enjoyment. And old Ivar who started all this rigmarole was always telling seafood jokes and would say stuff like, “Keep Clam!”. Well, now you know. I hear the Seattle is becoming the new San Fransisco so now you will be hip too knowing about this cool stuff.

But I really think that keeping clam is one of our important jobs these days. It is statement really. Everyone and their brother is hyping us about some darn thing day after day. We need to remember what is important and think about that as we listen to the waves lap at the shore of our minds.

I hear we are supposed to have an electrical storm this weekend. I am worried about that. All these weeks of heat are building into something weather wise and dangerous in combination with all the dryness of the environs. We have enough wildfire going in the West.

Had some nice mindful pilgrims coming to walk on the trail this morning. It was so nice and cool and we conversed up a storm, speaking of storms. Come back Jen and Jim please, we were far from done. We were “figuring things out” for sure.

Clam loves, Felipe.