Just got Wiley and myself fed for breakfast and he is off to participate in another day in the construction trade. Here I am on the red couch blogging away on the upswing of my chemo cycle. Is there life after Dubuque is the question at the moment. Well of course there is and probably only a cup of coffee away from here.
Mary Margaret just checked in via email and sent a pic of me from two years ago when she, Kelly, Angela and I were in Carrion de Los Condes. And I think the film crew was with us there at tapas. That’s great because that is where we are on Phil’s Camino now, timely. And it’s the same thing of getting each other down the trail and enjoying each other’s company there as now here at Phil’s Camino.
Last evening there was a great birthday party for Our Catherine. My Rebecca made some fancy tapas for the occasion and we tried to drink all the wine in the world. It was a gorgeous evening after a gorgeous day and we had to celebrate that also after the long darn winter.
OK, knowing that you are there reading these words is comforting for me. Knowing that we are connected is a perfect world. Come walk this afternoon at four if you are in the neighborhood. Later, love, Felipe.
Hola Amigo!
This coincidences thing on all things Camino is approaching the “weirdness” phase. (Isn’t that what all the bumper stickers say on Vashon? Keep Vashon Weird). And just where do you suppose MY Aussie Angela is on her three-peat Camino right now. This very moment, eh?? Why Carrion de los Condos, of course. With daily pictures and wonderfully phrased comment and the whole 9 yards. I can almost hear the theme song from The Twilight Zone playing softly in the background. “just can’t help ourselves, eh”.
Been away from your blog for a couple of days attending to the oh so sad funeral of a very favorite Uncle. All of us in the family have concluded that he died of a broken heart following the death of his lovely wife a short month ago. At her funeral, he spoke so briefly, but so painstakingly eloquent when he said, “I can’t remember a single moment in my life when I wasn’t loving her”. God bless our wonderful Faith that lets us now be content that he is indeed with her, and his parents, and his brothers and sisters, which includes my own father. I was asked to do the eulogy, and also to read the readings at the funeral Mass. It was that crying thing again as I read from Sirach a passage I had never read before. Chapter 44, verses 1, and 10-15. Check those out for a good description of what we old men should aspire to.
All our corn is planted, not a record, but, more importantly, it is all emerged and looking good, which is a record. So, long story short, I have planted earlier, but have never had corn emerged this early. Can you say “perfect spring weather”????
Hope yours is as well, Amigo.
Stay well. Hugs to Rebecca. Do be q misses you 🙂
SF,
PFJ
Juan~ good to hear from you bro. We can’t so help ourselves it’s just ridiculous. Like some kind of magnetism that is largely unexplained. But we are going with it. I can’t even explain the reason.
I’m sitting out on the deck in the dappled sunlight eating elk sausage for lunch. Elk compliments of neighbor Brad.
dug up an ice cream sandwich from the freezer to complete my food groups. Raven overhead.
Miss being around you and the fam. Sorry about the passing of a favorite uncle. Uncles teach you so much don’t they and they don’t ask much in return. I lost my last one maybe ten years ago, a career Air Force mess sgt. I have some great stories about him that I will tell you the next time we are around the campfire.
OK, have to get back to work. Thanks for checking in. I’ll look up passage in Sirach. Love you man, Felipe.
Uncle Harold’s final words in every conversation, in person or on the phone was, yeah you guessed it. “love you, man”.
Haha! See!