I was listening to that particular song (written by Kris Kristofferson, but covered magnificently by the Man in Black) yesterday while I was working at the Laundro, and I thought about it this morning. The particulars of the song haven’t been part of my life for a decade (waking up hungover and walking somnabulistically through the day while other people around me enjoy it), but the morning did "come down" sooner than expected.
Steph had a wonderful concert with the Columbus Women’s Chorus at Trinity Episcopal Church this afternoon. It was a joint concert with Windsong, which is Cleveland’s Feminist Chorus. Columbus Women’s Chorus’ Website is http://www.cwchorus.org, and I mention this because they have some holiday gigs coming up, including a concert on the 17th of December at the Franklin Park Conservatory and New Year’s Eve at Trinity. Steph was feeling under the weather and running a small fever on and off–mostly on–this weekend, so she skipped church to save her energy and resources for the concert.
I went to the 9 a.m. service at church and then did dishes from the dinner party we had last night. It was a fine meal, with great people in attendance and a lively game of Fact or Crap afterwards. I was able to stay awake to watch Criminal Minds afterwards, but just barely. I decided to forego watching the news afterwards, because I’m sure all they’d cover would be the OSU-Michigan game and its aftermath. (I know that OSU won, and that the score was pretty lopsided. Other than that, I know nothing and care even less.)
In all my years of diary-keeping, I may have mentioned sports less than five times (other than the times I was manager of the basketball team in eighth grade at St. Mary’s and videotaping basketball for the coaches in high school). I remember my 1974 diary, the first one I ever kept. One Sunday, desperate for something to write, I wrote, "There’s really nothing to write about, except that Miami won the Super Bowl."
Steph and Susie are watching a DVD of Funny Girl while I type. ("People who need people are the
luckiest most annoying people in the world.")