Love imagining these visits still happening with Robin in spirit Mecca Sedona.  Here’s a wild one I imagined over coffee at the Coffe Pot on route 89A.

“Sheetzy, I did it! I am in big mama blue whale waiting to be born again a as creature of the seven seas!”

There amidst all the overweight tourists Robin revealed his whale fetus self floating before me. I almost choked on my coffee and said telepathically, “Nice.”

“Nice? Nice is all you have to say? I’m a freaking baby blue whale, Sheetzo. No thanks to you. Hey, I kind look like that Genie I played in ALADIN!”

“I am sorry I could not abandon the Flangans, Robin. It’s how I am built. But I am happy for you. And I am getting now that it’s all connected. The pocket sized blue whale untrasonics of the NEO and your song with the blue whales.” I say to the smirking blue whale fetus. “How long until you’re born, Robin?”

“Do I look like a whale expert? Look it up on Google, please. Like to know how much longer I will be in mama whale’s belly.”

I type “gestation period for blue whales” in to my Iphone.

“Females typically give birth once every two to three years at the start of the winter after a gestation period of 10 to 12 months. The calf weighs about 2.5 tonnes (2.8 short tons) and is around 7 metres (23 ft) in length. Blue whale calves drink 380–570 litres (100–150 U.S. gallons) of milk a day.”

“Damn 2.5 tons I’ll be at birth! And I thought I was fat when I broke 200 pounds for a while!” belly laughs Robin.

“Looks like next summer late you will be a whale calf, Robin.” I say to myself softly.

I reach across the pancakes and pick up the mug. There on the side of the mug, two blue whaled stand in relief, like reverse hieroglyphs!

My vision of Robin vanishes with a pleased laugh at my shock as the middle aged vet waitress comes up to my table, “More coffee, sir?”

“No thanks. I’ve had more than enough, waitress.” I say in wonder.

“I noticed you poured a cup to cool off while you drank the other. Smart. OK, hon, you need anything else you let me know.” She smiles turning to go.

“Wait, there is one thing. Can I buy this coffee mug with the whales on it?” I say showing her the whales in the side of the mug.

“Huh. Never saw whales on our mugs before, We have desert stuff on them. Kokopellie, cactus’s, ya know. Never whales. Lemme check with the manager if you can buy it.”

A short time later the waitress returns, “OK, young man, you have a deal. One whale mug from the desert of Seodna for $20.”

“Sold!” I say and off I go with my new mug and head back to my home studio for the day’s work.