whatcha’ doin’?

Me? I’m just sittin’ around, a sleep-deprived nutter, creating an elaborate pantomine to “Rocky Mountain High” and acting it out for MB.

The best part, really, if I do say so myself, is when I sing

Rocky Mountain High, Colorad-ohhh

and I make a “C” with my hand and then an “O” on ohhhh.

C-O, Colorado. Sheer genius. Don’t be jealous, now. It’s a gift.

But all did not go swimmingly. If I’m being honest, I did hurt myself when I went all crazy and tried to touch the sun.

Although my hobo joe character on the “I know he’d be a poorer man if he never saw an eagle fly” lyric was truly poignant and the disfiguring burns were quickly forgotten in the sheer swelling joy of that seeing that damn eagle fly.

I wonder: Am I asleep now? Maybe I’m stressed?

I mean, I sent an email out yesterday that was more about persimmons than anything else.

8 Replies to “whatcha’ doin’?”

  1. The persimmons email was sheer genius.

    That’s my favorite part of the song – when he goes: “never saw an eagly flyyyyyyyyyyy” …

    I envy you your gift.

  2. I grew up in Colorado. We moved away when I was 15, and as we were driving our way out of Colorado through the mountains, what song should come on the radio?

    We all cried. In fact, I think my mom almost turned the car around.

    Anyway, this is not about me…my point is, that song has a strange, corny-but-real sentimentality for me, and the only thing I can think of that would make it even more meaningful is to see your pantomime!

  3. Shannon — Oh, that is so sad. I can totally see what you’re describing. I’ve been through the Rockies and the combination of moving AWAY from them and hearing that song on the radio — it would be too much. I understand why your mom almost turned the car around.

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