One time in band camp...

What do you do when your dad says he has to get his heart beat checked out and then the next day you get three consecutive messages saying that he will be going in for surgery tomorrow morning? And it’s tomorrow afternoon. And you’re in another country. Well you think of all kinds of crazy scenarios all of which have you on the next Jet Blue flight up to Nueva Yol and straight out to Portland. All without that green card you’ve been putting off going in to get because you weren’t expecting to be leaving the country. And you thought green cards were only for Mexican immigrants in the US. You also call up half of your relatives that you haven’t talked to for over a year and put the phone on speaker, stand on your tip toes and hold it up really high so those few phone signal beams won’t have to work so hard and try to puzzle piece together the crackle you hear. But once you get some comforting answers from the medically knowledgeable part of the family you feel like a hundred bucks. And then you decide to write a blog, because really why not? You’re walking on air right now. Kind of like you felt in school when all those exams were over and you walked out of the last knowing you kicked its butt.

Now if only you can fix that back splash problem in the latrine. You know the dangers of getting off your morning poop schedule in this country. And those current splash ups have the psychological power to make every last little hair in your large intestine stand still. Forever.

But I did go see Shakira! And she really does dance just like they show on television. Her hips don’t lie. But get this…The DR’s electricity woes didn’t even let up for her! She had to sing in the dark for a song while I stood and imagined her visiting me in my community at my house during an apagon.

A flying cockroach, watch out!

Hey Dad, now that you have some baby clean and blood happy arteries, want to race up Mt. Tabor? This does put you in tip top shape right?