Can’t remember what day of the week it is.

The continuing saga of a writing residency – now complete, but fondly remembered. In this chapter, the writer loses track of time, and climbs along the top of a mountain.


A wonderful thing has happened: several times today, I’ve forgotten the date and day of the week. I know the time – I wear a watch my father restored for me around my neck (a pendant watch from the 1918-era, and most likely worn by a nun). But I’ve had to stop and think: what day is it? Is it Tuesday? Monday? How many days do I have left?


Such a wonderful thing…and such a luxury, too. It’s a sign that the writing is going well, yes…but more importantly, a sign that I’m slowly slipping into a state of relaxation. I slept well last night – well enough that I woke up in the middle of the night, as I often do, and thought that I was at home. Today Fred and I took the gondola up to the top of Sulphur mountain and walked along the boardwalk that goes to along the ridge to Sanson’s Peak. It was a lovely walk…a bit tiring, yes, and we’re both a little sunburned. But worth the trip, and it was lovely to have Fred’s company.

Fred and me!

Upon on Sulphur mountain.


The writing is going well. The novel is about a third of the the way done, and I’m making steady progress on it. If I’m able to keep working at the pace I am right now, I think there’s a very good chance that it will be finished by the time I leave.

Upon on Sulphur mountain.

Upon on Sulphur mountain.

And when I say ‘the pace I’m going at right now,’ I mean a leisurely, measured pace. It includes many trips to the deck to gaze at my miniature meadow, frequent breaks for meals, and time spent just watching the trees sway in the wind. Not surprisingly, I think, the novel seems to already have a number of references to the wind sighing through the trees. I’ll have to go back and do some editing when I’m done, I think.

Upon on Sulphur mountain.

These past few days have been wonderful. A lot of good food, a lot of looking at beautiful scenery and admiring how spiderwebs glint in the morning sun, and a lot of great writing.

Upon on Sulphur mountain.

I wish it could be like this always.

Upon on Sulphur mountain.

The meals:
Breakfast: bowl of cereal and some juice
Lunch: ham and cheese sandwich and chicken noodle soup, ice tea
Dinner: herb-encrusted brisket with port reduction, cauliflower, plain rice, pasta with cheese. Mousse for dessert. Lots of water and iced tea.

2 thoughts on “Can’t remember what day of the week it is.

  1. This is such a great series of posts, thanks for sharing! Looks like you and Fred had fun…great pictures! I look forward to the next post. I’m dying to hear if you finished by the end of the residency. :)

  2. If memory serves, this was a Tuesday, though there was a great joy in losing track. Thanks very much for suggesting the gondola ride and for the company. The view was indeed spectacular, and it was good to learn the true dangers of feeding the mountain’s wildlife. (Who, honestly, don’t make not feeding them very easy.)

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