Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Sorry, But It Was Funny

We're referring to the previous post.  If you weren't so mean, you might know that.

This whole physical ball game has just about pushed my patience as far as it goes.  I have had it with this.  Several splendid days of no trouble.  Then an almost attack at practice yesterday.  Sorry, Karen, the school music regional director or some such, says it is called rehearsal.  Practice is when you learn your part.

To me practice is when you learn how to interact with the others to best effect.   I get where she is coming  from.  Anyway, at practice it was miserable for awhile.  Just short of emergency hot shower mode.  We threw drugs at it.  Pain killers.  Either they helped or it was almost done running its course by then.  Maybe both.

This has not been happening, and the temps have been near or at 100 some of the time.  For the last two years, this kind of heat would totally put me down.  No way could I sweat and work in it.  This week I did.  So, I was all confident to the point of even thinking maybe I don't need to cart around extra clothes and things like that.

Then boom.  But today is ok, if no energy is ok. Few other odd looking manifestations but long sleeves fix that.  Even so, I was able to wear short sleeves, T-shirts,  to work in.  And linen one for that party--E's kid turns 12.  That was outside in a park by some lakes.  lots of sun and heat.  No prob.  A miracle, it was.  

This is one lame set of contenders.  From what we think is available.  But Gary Johnson is good, and if you are so beyond koolaid addled that you suspend belief on cause and effect, in order to better serve your preordained argument, the Green Party candidate would be a winner.

Odd, but I would vote the Green party before I would Hillary.  And I am not a fan of theirs. Just goes to show you.

Whenever I pop my head up out of the sand to see what's happening in the news world, I am stunned by the blatant Hillary lies, both by and about her, and I wonder if Trump isn't trying to convince people not to vote for him.

Running Trump against Hillary may be the only way people would look at her as a calm, sober, even tempered leader.  It backfired I think.  Trump is worried about getting elected, so he will try to talk the public out of it while acting the part of the serious campaigner.

Going through the Lyrics Folder--this cracked me up

For the first time in many months, maybe even a year or two, I decided to look at my lyrics folder.  Actually, Chris, of Valor and Lace, wanted me to send lyrics to him and Emily to see if they could work with them. He liked what he heard Cliff playing of my songs at a party last month.

That is nice.

So, I was hunting down those lyrics and clicked on other titles to see what was what.  One of them rang no bells with me.  There was a phrase or two that seemed like me, but the rest?  No idea.  I will claim it.

Then there is this, which caught me by surprise.  And I am the one who wrote it.  Being me may be an experience which is different from what you'd think.  It is different from what I would think.

Poor ME  (She Did You Wrong)

oh the woman did you wrong
there ain't no doubt
rushed in wearing blinders
my ego knocked me out

red flags were flying, 
like a lighthouse in the night
yet I sailed on
into the rocks

poor me
poor me

I'm a rudderless
ship in a stormy see
and the love of my life
is absentee

poor me 
poor me

it's all her fault
she's a meany

Stuff like this does not grow on trees.  If it did, maybe someone would pay for it like they do almonds and pecans and grapefruit. 


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