I had a good time writing yesterday in the early morning. And Cris our SABC sent the Comment in the day before to spur me on to thinking about impossibilities.

Dear neighbor,

I thought to send a weather report from south-SOUTH-east-of-Vashon (aka Argentina):
-Buenos Aires woke up yesterday with 12*C ~53*F after experiencing 39*C ~102.5*F the day before. We are now free of bacterias, as that is the definition of “pasteurization”, right? High temperatures followed by low temperatures, and now high again 24*C~75*F.
-The North of the country, neighboring with Chile, got SNOW!!! By the 26 of January, there were 42*C~108*F.
-In the South of the country, where the Perito Moreno glaciar is, people were enjoying a dive in the water… the layer of ice was melted… it was 38,5*C ~100*F (the highest temperature ever recorded was 35*C)

I can only say that the 4-seasons lemon tree that I have seen always with yellow lemons since I live where I live, now has green lemons… the whole neighborhood is commenting on that fact… Nature is at lost…

I didn’t have much time to reflect on this whole phenomenon, but I would like to believe that this craziness is just trying to remind me that “what seems most impossible may happen too”… I know it is “kinda-fairy-taily”, but who knows…!

Melted-Frozen-At room temperature Loves,
Cris

So, you probably have a story in this same category, about impossibilities that is. You could tell us about it maybe.
It seems to loosen up my thinking if it has become too rigid. Have to keep things loose and nimble to come up with creativity. Maybe that should have a capital C, the way I am using it?

We need a new canopy shelter for the rock pile at the beginning/end of Phil’s Camino. The old one didn’t survive the storm. Maybe I can get by a Home Depot to grab one while I’m here in civilization.

OK, that’s about it. Time for lunch.

Impossible loves, Felipé.