Up from the grave
I am resurrecting from the blog-dead.
Maybe if I say it out loud, it will stick.
Where have I been? Oh, you know. Working. Working out. Thinking. Reading. Watching some more “Friday Night Lights.” Breathing.
I spent the long weekend in Colorado Springs at my parent’s new house – they moved in June, and I hadn’t made it out until now. Their new house is a charmer, and the Springs is a beautiful city. On Saturday morning, we hiked the Incline, a stretch of old railroad tracks that go straight (no, seriously: STRAIGHT) up a mountain side – 2,000 feet of elevation gain in less than a mile, and then a 4-mile hike down.
To give you an idea:
I was pleasantly surprised to wake up the following morning to find that I wasn’t even sore. Who’s been working out? [Thumbs] This girl.
Another great thing about the weekend was hanging out with our 3 dogs, Rowdy, Maci, and Kodi. There is something great about having dogs around. They don’t need you to say anything, and they don’t need to talk. They just provide pleasant company – sometimes some vomit on the floor, but mostly, just pleasant company.
On the flight out to Denver, I saw a gorgeous man. He was so attractive: tall and bearded and broad-shouldered and manly – rugged, like Aragorn. I didn’t talk to him, though – so the next best thing would be to mention him here. I’m just reminding myself that I do, in fact, have a heart that beats.
On the flight back to Nashville, I recognized two outrageously successful songwriters who happen to be married, and introduced myself to them. When I did, the woman fell all over herself: “You’re… Annie PARsons? THE Annie Parsons?” My heart stopped – this woman KNEW WHO I WAS? I mean, word travels fast – especially in Nashville – and I know that I’m AMAZING (there is such a need for a Sarcasm font), but could it be that someone who wrote a CMA and ACM Song of the Year had stumbled across my name?
But then. I had to correct her. No, she did not used to babysit for me when she was in high school.
Sigh. Steady on.