19 September 2020
Well, I made six days in a row with my walking, yoga and swimming. I feel very good about that. For some reason, I feel better physically than I have in a very long time. Part of my problem was the prostatitis. I didn’t really understand how badly I felt until it went away. That may be part of why I feel better than I have in months but I think part of it is also the endorphins from the exercise.
Emotionally, I’m OK. I guess I’m settling into the long haul of pandemic fairly well. There’s always the cabin fever aspect of it but I find enough to do around the house to keep my mind from decomposing completely. Music helps. A few nights I have done ITunes material from my computer that I have purchased over the years. I only have 3,915 songs to choose from.
Strangely, I last listened to a bunch of hymns, gospel and such. Although I am totally nonreligious, I was brought up in the Methodist church. It was definitely a singing church. Everyone knew Baptists always reluctantly sang. Methodists sang exuberantly.
Several years ago, Tom, Kurt and I attended Easter brunch at Lips, a drag show club in town. In addition to a complete brunch with bottomless mimosas, the drag queens did gospel and hymns. Tom and I shocked Kurt by knowing the words and singing along to every number. I think the drag queens were even impressed.
One person and one religious tune stands out for me. Actually two. The first one was the hymn (not sure it’s really classified as a hymn) “How Great Thou Art.” It was one of the first pieces of church music I learned to play on the piano. One of the verses in the hymn ends with “I hear the rolling thunder.” I was at the Morton Methodist Church Sunday night service when a guest soloist started the hymn. When she got to that last part of the verse, thunder actually did roll across the sky and could be distinctly heard in the church. Everyone chuckled.
The second memorable hymn was after our church burned and we alternated services between the Presbyterian and the Baptist church. It was a Sunday morning service at the Baptist church (we attended early service so the Baptists could have their regular service time) and there was a guest soloist. She sang “The Holy City” and I’ve never experienced a voice like that until I heard a duet at the San Francisco Opera House of Verdi’s Rigoletto. She sent chills up and down my spine and arms. Like so many things back then, I forgot the name of the hymn and only a few years ago found the tune on ITunes. I now have four different versions of that song and love all of them.
One version is by John McDermott, another by Mahalia Jackson, another by London Philharmonic Choir and the last is by, of all people, Nelson Eddy of Nelson and Jeanette McDonald fame. All are winners.
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I know it seems strange for me to like religious music even though I’m an atheist but I was brought up with it and it still moves me. I have several playlists I use on long trips in the jeep and I really rock out to some of those hymns.
The new upper cabinets are scheduled to be delivered September 23rd and by this time with the lower cabinets I had been contacted twice by phone and once by email from the company that delivers them. I’ve heard nothing about the new upper cabinets. I mentioned this to both the Citizens Insurance representative and to the supervisor of my project with Baxter Restoration. Both said they would check into it.
I’ve also asked for boxes to pack the dishes in the upper cabinets. I’m not sure I want the Baxter people packing my dishes. I break them enough on my own, I don’t need anyone else’s help. When it comes to the day, I’ll park the jeep on the swale and hope they show up and put them in the garage until Baxter is ready to remove the old ones and install the new ones.
Yesterday was not a good news day with the passing of RBG. Regardless of peoples’ political persuasion, this woman did more for women’s rights that probably anyone in this century. If we thought the election was crazy now, just wait until Senator McConnell tries to push through a Trump nomination. What’s the old expression? “What’s good for the goose is good for the gander.”
Stay tuned and stay safe!
