Ah! I need a title!

I feel a song coming on. I don't know who's aware of this or not, but basically it works like this: First I get the simple inclination that a song is coming soon. Then I get an abstract thought about the song: either what it's about, or a musical concept. Then I get one line that voices that thought or gives wings to the musical concept. This process can be pretty slow. It likes to stew for a while. But once I hear a pivotal line that's both music and words, I sit down to write and the whole thing comes. I can't rush the process. I can't wake up one day and say "I think I'll write a song today." But I do know when one's coming. And one's coming! But it's still a ways off.

Today I drove my sister into Biggar because she's teaching there until Wednesday, and her car is no longer in existence-- except in pieces somewhere (Poor Josephine!) Driving home I remembered how much I love highway driving alone, and how often I used to do this! Only a year ago I was taking a trip at least twice a month.
Well, I wasn't entirely alone. Hope Cow was with me (My travel companion!) and me and God had a bit of a chat. I hope you guys all realize how beautiful the prairies are. "From the forest to the open space, there's no other place that's part of me."

Besides singing at the Bassment (Didn't bother telling you since all of you were/are out of town), and having three ginormous laughing fits with M.J., the weekend was entirely uneventful. It was good in my books. And yes he was at the Bassment. And even generally nice, though highly disorganized.

Well, I'm going to go brush and bathe my dog. Wish me luck, because he usually thinks I'm trying to kill him.
Knick knack, paddy wack, give the dog a bath...

[This getting down to summer weight thing is just not happening. But I'm joining a gym next week.]
HopefulNess!!!