Monday, September 14, 2009

The week in review

Tomorrow I've been in the mountains for a week. There are so many funny stories I could tell about this week. The first few days it rained and the air was dense. As the rains have moved off, the air is thinning. I've found it difficult to breathe several times over the weekend.

I'm attributing the unbelievably bad singing at Mass to the thin air. It reminded me of the nuns in Sister Act. I know how to read music, but I can't do it. The dots rearrange when I look up, then back again - so I usually take my cue from the choir. I think the lone male voice was about my range, but he was a word behind the two women and the music. The two women were no good at singing together. I don't know the technical term, but it was bad. I think those of us in the seats were all praying for deliverance, but as it turned out, every part of the Mass that could be sung - was. And for those who don't know, there are lots of parts that are chanted or sung. In this case, none of them well.

My friend/godmother watches crime shows. It tickles her that I solve the crime or say, "Watch he is going to come back through that door." She asks how I know. I tell her, "I'm a writer, I know these things." She has taken to saying that I should write a book. Dare I mention I've written three?

My friends romanticize mountain living, though I know things that are fun for a weekend or a week get wearing over the long winter. I wonder how my Mustang will fare when the terribly rutted road is icy. We took my friend's service dog, a lab, to have her nails cut. That few pounds of added weight caused me to bottom out though I was being careful.

And so life in the mountains goes. I can think of nothing grand to write for my blog. I think Alzheimer's Disease might be contagious, since I can't think of anything clever to write. Though, I guess it could be the thin air...I think. Did I just repeat myself?


  1. Ah, you'll adjust - you'll soon be striding around the mountains like a native! Enjoy.


  2. It is nice here and I'm not complaining as much as poking fun at myself. A native? Probably not, but one can hope.