I am trying to wrap my head around Hillary and Donald and all the weirdness of the world and then the guy in front of me at Starbuck’s orders a latte with seven shots of espresso. Is that what it takes these days? Wow!

OK, back at the hospital, it’s Pancho day. Time for my portable pump to go back to it’s cleanup and storage till next time. And Rebecca is with me because she has a little day surgery appointment. Yea, we’ll get it all figured out and be back on the road this afternoon.

Man, the festival at Port Townsend is shaping up. A lot of really great personalities are going to be showing up there. Yesterday, Erica from Austin said she is rearranging her schedule to be there. It’s beginning to look like a very cool summit conference. So, if you want to get in on this get your ducks in a row. I think there are still some rooms left at Fort Warden. Let me know in the comments if you need that and I will get back to you with the contact info.

Let’s see what other connectivity have we going on? Well, Harry showed up yesterday to walk and see the film. He is with me at Swedish at the Treatment Center. And Jessika from St John Vianney’s is showing up with two iced bottles of Sangria for Sunday tapas. We’re not having too much fun around here are we?

What else is cooking? Well, maybe a few thoughts from Felipe. I was just getting a glimpse of the harshness of the urban life today. At the site of the three little mounds of soil where Jennifer and I were trying to get some flowers to grow I will have to admit that in the end we got nothing to come up. Every new little green plant turned out to be a weed. It is the home to tough plants not flowers. But lesson learned, sometimes intentions need some help, some math and science to accompany them. A little more agricultural savvy would have gone a long way. And there on the ledge where the three mounds are was a dead pigeon and a live starling, two weed birds. The starling was trying to make a living there a few inches from the endless stream of moving cars. And at the hospital underground parking lot there was a live pigeon, this time, pecking around on B level, two levels below the street.

Well, time for me to go. Everything good here. Oh yea, little ears appearing on my corn, maybe a couple of weeks away from fresh corn on the cob. Love, Felipe.x