Arrived here around 3pm and just beat the rain. And rain it did! Buckets and torrents, pitchforks and hammerhandles–whatever cliche you can think of it did that. My room is next to and a little above the ceiling of I think the chapel. It is covered with large stones and gravel and now looks like a pond with stepping stones and aught-o-be ducks and frogs.
It’s almost time for supper, and I wonder what Robert will have for us. I’v never been much impressed with the food out here except for the Pizza lunch, which was terrific! Maybe suppers are better. I want to go over while there is a surcease of the downpour so I don’t get too wet even with an umbrella.
I’ve not gotten my Holy Wisdom brain turned on yet–I walked around after unpacking, did a crossword, checked my e-mail and Face Book messages, laid down, scratched my back against the doorway (I never break a sweat but today with all the unpacking activity I did, I am itchy now). If I could I would hop into the shower but I don’t hop anywhere anymore, especially in places of peril like the shower.
It stopped raining long enough to get up to the Monestery for supper. Delicious cake, baked potato and some kind of fish I didn’t eat. I was so clutsy I didn’t recognize the sour cream and butter until I wheeled up to my spot at the table, so I had to walk back out to the food table and get some. Then when I started eating I realized I’d picked up two spoons instead of a fork, so I had three spoons to eat vegetable salad with delicious dressing and baked potato, then the chocolate cake. After I scraped my uneaten food into the trash, I left and left my left brain somewhere else again and couldn’t remember the code for the door. I punched in every numer I could think of; finally realized I wasn’t pressing enter, so began again. I finally got the door open so I could get to my room. It was one of my less intelligent episodes out here.
I’m back now and ready to settle down and get some work done. I haven’t found a comfortable place to sit yet, but I’m working on it. See you tomorrow.
Isn’t this a lovely photo–magical with the sunlight hi-liting the lake and trees. That is Lost Lake and it’s right off the balcony, just a few steps from my room. My room also looks out at these glorious trees but the roof precludes me from taking pictures from that angle. Here is another lovely one (you can tell I couldn’t pick just one of these breathtaking views:
I look at these views in spite of the difficulty I have in moving this morning. Yesterday I somehow pulled a muscle in my side and it hurts when I breath, move, sneeze or most anything else except sit bolt upright in my chair or stand very still. Neither of which is conducive to enjoying this place or getting any of my work done that I planned. So I walk along the hall groaning quietly of course, and just enjoy the place where I am.
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