YANKEES VISIT ACCOMPANIED BY SOME VERY OLD PHOTONS

Well mother and Jac came and we had a grand old time. Although at times it was rather stressful trying to cram into 7 days all of the social obligations and geographical interest points laid out upon the proverbial shmorgasboard of activities planned, everything fell into place quite pleasantly. As no surprise, all of my freinds and family here played their roles as welcomers and hosts brilliantly. Together we visited Gaurachico, Puerto de la Cruz, La Ortava, Santa Cruz, La Laguna, Playa de Las Americas, Igueste de San Andrés, Candelaria, Las Teresitas, and of course, El Teide. They stayed at first in a charming and tranquil rural farm house and then at my house. We rescued two adandoned puppies, took in the sun, ate an abnormally large quantity of food, nearly got struck by lightening, and attempted (jac and i), unsuccesfully, to reduce the severity of my mother's emotional kissing outbreaks among my spanish family members and freinds. I already miss them so much.

Coming back home from the airport in the south alone at 2 am (after dropping the girls off), I stopped off the highway at a random exit in the middle of nowhere and looked up at the stars for awhile. What I was thinking about was the significance of the light photons from all of those far away suns reaching my eyes to be processed by my brain in just that instant. I mean to say that those light beams probably began their journey from thier inception point to location 'sam' many years before I was even born. And here I was soaking them up decades- perhaps milleniums- later. So this really screws with my sense of time and action. If the emission of light happened many years ago, but I percieve it as happening only several days ago, then which timeframe do I trust? Does occurence of action have to be measured in time apart from what visual code we receive from the light sent out by said action? In that case, I would be one screwy person to observe from darn far away- You would see my body in it's youth with an over-dub of me babbling away in the voice of old age. This line of thinking holds little importance in your or my everyday life, but the principle must lead to something...?