OK, got ‘er done. On the plane heading out of Orlando. Our event went well. We had maybe 75 professionals and students involved with different aspects of sports medicine. Not a huge group but an enthusiastic one. All pumped after four days of get together. I hope that we capped it all off for them.
Shari and I had a good time meeting folks and drinking a few wines in the process. We put some big pieces of the puzzle together for the future. We are right where we should be advocating exercise as a form of medicine. This is what it looks like presently.
But as usual I am looking forward to getting back to the ranch. I want to check out the corn and see what it looks like. Maybe it grew another inch. It is trying to stay ahead of the deer chomping on it. Ah, and there is Mass in the morning. Oh, I could call Catherine for a ride before the plane takes off.
So, I am reading Henriette’s book Putting Your Heart On Paper on the plane. I have an aisle seat because I am wanting a quick exit to the restroom if needed. The food cart goes by me and I don’t get anything because I still have jerky and corn chips in my pack, I’m good. Then the drink lady comes and I remember Shari gave me some drink vouchers before I left and I said well let’s see how they work. So I am making eye contact with the drink hostess and I ask if I may have a white wine and she says you may. Ah, good deal.
She was checking out my Henriette’s book and I told her a friend wrote it. And she said something about writing a poem once in a while. And I said yea I just started writing poetry recently after seventy years. The plane was awful noisy and I don’t know if she was fantasizing or whether she was taking about a poet she ran into on the plane. And she went on about writing poetry, getting a blog going and gathering up some followers and buying a mossy house on Whidbey Island. I’m goin yea, yea. And I say wait a minute I have a blog, a few followers and a mossy house on Vashon, pretty close. I had a feeling I could be living the dream!
Well, there you have it. A high day was had by all from one coast to the other. Love you mossy folks, Felipé.
