i'm up in the mountains.
waaaaay up in the mountains.
i don't actually know the elevation or the proximity to any town or area which contains more than ten families. or even a town of twenty families with more than 2 varieties of genetic origin.
my measure of distance in this sort of situation is gauged by lack of modern conveniences.
one by one they fall away, until only wireless internet remains, a lonely beacon in the archaic darkness.
no mobile phone.
wireless internet shines like the star it once was, back in the day, before iPhones and Blackberrys and Twitter, no longer taken for granted ("oh my god - the bathroom in this fucking crackhouse doesn't even have WIRELESS??") and i find myself saying, "THANK GOD for wireless internet.
so i'm up here with my mom and dad and our three dogs, maggie, elliott and daphne.
elliott is the newest arrival, abandoned by his deadbeat mother last year, when she ran off to england to pursue some rock and roll hippie pipe dream...damn hippies.
people like that should not adopt dogs in the first place.
and we are about to experience one of my most favorite east coast experiences - the massive thunderstorm.
i truly do love a good thunderstorm.
as opposed to england's nasty, grey, perpetual raininess, the east coast thunderstorm tops my list of "sexiest acts of god."
7. monsoon/tsunami - tied
12. boils (nothing sexy about the boil.)
13. slaying of the first born (just completely sucks and is not at all sexy.)
here comes the thunder...i'm going up to my room.