Back on the range (while not literally, sometimes it DOES feel that way, being in Montana and all!). Anyway, where was I, oh yeah, back on the range I have been living up the summer fun, AND managing to get syllabi written, plan tours, edit an audio journal, practice, clean up my desk and go to therapy. What a blast!! Somehow I just pretend that I am traveling in this fabulous place called Bozeman and what a riot the sudden changes in weather, the wild blooming roses and miles of mountains to climb. Yes, I am a visitor in the wild west! I am reminded of this every time I walk out the door and I STILL feel like someone is holding a hair dryer up to my mouth. Sometimes it is a hot hair dryer, sometimes on teh cold setting. but always dry. And the light here is blinding. Maybe I am just getting old, but sunglasses have become a necessity.
Today’s adventures included explaining the elegant bombasticness of Beethoven, and miraculously printing up the first draft of a syllabus, watching my fluffy dog try to escape the heat by scrambling under our porch, only to be pulled out fur completely covered in sticks and leaves (after Wes so diligently brushed her) and having homemade puttanesca pasta that I DIDN’T make!

I never thought I would return from “the office” to a husband listening to Dolly Parton and cooking Italian and feel so deeply happy. But there it is. I suppose the office part I could take or leave…but we are working on that!