My eyes opened in the dark and I stared at the silhouettes of the Palm trees I can see out of the five windows I see from this view in my bed. Turning and stretching I see the shape of the lone red leaf on the tree outside of the other two windows. With seven windows in my bedroom its little wonder that I get up before the sun comes up.
Goddess is snoring on the floor. I lay there and think thoughts. “Did I dream about Art Linkletter offering me a deal to take over his company because it needs music? Then I called my Dad and Mom who showed up because they love Art Linkletter?”
This is the worst time of living alone in a house that you used to share. But I think of happier thoughts and reach for the pillow on the other side of the bed.
Getting up I stumble into the shower which is full of memories. I stand there with hot water showering on my head and remember.
When I get out I throw on running clothes and Goddess is now awake waiting on a belly rub. I wish the Lady of the House a good morning, give her treats, grab the keys and head downstairs for the car.
Typically my radio is at full blast as it was this morning. As soon as it started the lyrics filled my brain.
“I’m wearing my fur pajamas … I ride a hot potato …”
And I smile.
It may as well have been God knocking Saul off of that ass he was riding to turn him into St. Paul. The Talking Heads have always knocked me on my ass and this is my favorite song of theirs.
“Like sitting on pins and needles, things fall apart, it’s scientific …”
Ah, things fall apart. They did for me. It’s a fact of life so we may as well grab hold it and enjoy the hell out of the ride.
And driving to the Breakfast Club at 6:15 in the morning I stop the car in the middle of the road. I look at the stars and listen to the lyrics.
“Piece of mind? Piece of cake,” David Byrne sings.
Yep. I’m getting my piece of mind back.
And I say a prayer.
“Hey God,” I call her by name.
“Thank you. Mine really has been a wild, wild life. More right now than ever! At 54 you’d think that I’d be settling down but you are God after all and knew just the right moment to knock Saul on his ass and turn him into a Saint. I trust you. I have my whole life. I’ve been on my ass a lot lately but am ready to get up. Of course you are God and all so in your time … not mine.”
I think I learned that last line in Seminary.
“And forgive Guy Sayles for talking me into going to Seminary. It really wasn’t his fault. And forgive Bill Berry if you can. And when Conner and I stand before you, I promise you will laugh.”
“We wanna go where we go, where we go, I doing wild wild life,” the song goes.
Present tense I notice as I listen.
“Thanks God,” I finish the prayer. “I need coffee now. And I wouldn’t change this life all that much.”
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Wild Wild Life
My eyes opened in the dark and I stared at the silhouettes of the Palm trees I can see out of the five windows I see from this view in my bed. Turning and stretching I see the shape of the lone red leaf on the tree outside of the other two windows. With seven windows in my bedroom its little wonder that I get up before the sun comes up.
Goddess is snoring on the floor. I lay there and think thoughts. “Did I dream about Art Linkletter offering me a deal to take over his company because it needs music? Then I called my Dad and Mom who showed up because they love Art Linkletter?”
This is the worst time of living alone in a house that you used to share. But I think of happier thoughts and reach for the pillow on the other side of the bed.
Getting up I stumble into the shower which is full of memories. I stand there with hot water showering on my head and remember.
When I get out I throw on running clothes and Goddess is now awake waiting on a belly rub. I wish the Lady of the House a good morning, give her treats, grab the keys and head downstairs for the car.
Typically my radio is at full blast as it was this morning. As soon as it started the lyrics filled my brain.
“I’m wearing my fur pajamas … I ride a hot potato …”
And I smile.
It may as well have been God knocking Saul off of that ass he was riding to turn him into St. Paul. The Talking Heads have always knocked me on my ass and this is my favorite song of theirs.
“Like sitting on pins and needles, things fall apart, it’s scientific …”
Ah, things fall apart. They did for me. It’s a fact of life so we may as well grab hold it and enjoy the hell out of the ride.
And driving to the Breakfast Club at 6:15 in the morning I stop the car in the middle of the road. I look at the stars and listen to the lyrics.
“Piece of mind? Piece of cake,” David Byrne sings.
Yep. I’m getting my piece of mind back.
And I say a prayer.
“Hey God,” I call her by name.
“Thank you. Mine really has been a wild, wild life. More right now than ever! At 54 you’d think that I’d be settling down but you are God after all and knew just the right moment to knock Saul on his ass and turn him into a Saint. I trust you. I have my whole life. I’ve been on my ass a lot lately but am ready to get up. Of course you are God and all so in your time … not mine.”
I think I learned that last line in Seminary.
“And forgive Guy Sayles for talking me into going to Seminary. It really wasn’t his fault. And forgive Bill Berry if you can. And when Conner and I stand before you, I promise you will laugh.”
“We wanna go where we go, where we go, I doing wild wild life,” the song goes.
Present tense I notice as I listen.
“Thanks God,” I finish the prayer. “I need coffee now. And I wouldn’t change this life all that much.”
Goddess is snoring on the floor. I lay there and think thoughts. “Did I dream about Art Linkletter offering me a deal to take over his company because it needs music? Then I called my Dad and Mom who showed up because they love Art Linkletter?”
This is the worst time of living alone in a house that you used to share. But I think of happier thoughts and reach for the pillow on the other side of the bed.
Getting up I stumble into the shower which is full of memories. I stand there with hot water showering on my head and remember.
When I get out I throw on running clothes and Goddess is now awake waiting on a belly rub. I wish the Lady of the House a good morning, give her treats, grab the keys and head downstairs for the car.
Typically my radio is at full blast as it was this morning. As soon as it started the lyrics filled my brain.
“I’m wearing my fur pajamas … I ride a hot potato …”
And I smile.
It may as well have been God knocking Saul off of that ass he was riding to turn him into St. Paul. The Talking Heads have always knocked me on my ass and this is my favorite song of theirs.
“Like sitting on pins and needles, things fall apart, it’s scientific …”
Ah, things fall apart. They did for me. It’s a fact of life so we may as well grab hold it and enjoy the hell out of the ride.
And driving to the Breakfast Club at 6:15 in the morning I stop the car in the middle of the road. I look at the stars and listen to the lyrics.
“Piece of mind? Piece of cake,” David Byrne sings.
Yep. I’m getting my piece of mind back.
And I say a prayer.
“Hey God,” I call her by name.
“Thank you. Mine really has been a wild, wild life. More right now than ever! At 54 you’d think that I’d be settling down but you are God after all and knew just the right moment to knock Saul on his ass and turn him into a Saint. I trust you. I have my whole life. I’ve been on my ass a lot lately but am ready to get up. Of course you are God and all so in your time … not mine.”
I think I learned that last line in Seminary.
“And forgive Guy Sayles for talking me into going to Seminary. It really wasn’t his fault. And forgive Bill Berry if you can. And when Conner and I stand before you, I promise you will laugh.”
“We wanna go where we go, where we go, I doing wild wild life,” the song goes.
Present tense I notice as I listen.
“Thanks God,” I finish the prayer. “I need coffee now. And I wouldn’t change this life all that much.”
Wild Wild Life
My eyes opened in the dark and I stared at the silhouettes of the Palm trees I can see out of the five windows I see from this view in my bed. Turning and stretching I see the shape of the lone red leaf on the tree outside of the other two windows. With seven windows in my bedroom its little wonder that I get up before the sun comes up.
Goddess is snoring on the floor. I lay there and think thoughts. “Did I dream about Art Linkletter offering me a deal to take over his company because it needs music? Then I called my Dad and Mom who showed up because they love Art Linkletter?”
This is the worst time of living alone in a house that you used to share. But I think of happier thoughts and reach for the pillow on the other side of the bed.
Getting up I stumble into the shower which is full of memories. I stand there with hot water showering on my head and remember.
When I get out I throw on running clothes and Goddess is now awake waiting on a belly rub. I wish the Lady of the House a good morning, give her treats, grab the keys and head downstairs for the car.
Typically my radio is at full blast as it was this morning. As soon as it started the lyrics filled my brain.
“I’m wearing my fur pajamas … I ride a hot potato …”
And I smile.
It may as well have been God knocking Saul off of that ass he was riding to turn him into St. Paul. The Talking Heads have always knocked me on my ass and this is my favorite song of theirs.
“Like sitting on pins and needles, things fall apart, it’s scientific …”
Ah, things fall apart. They did for me. It’s a fact of life so we may as well grab hold it and enjoy the hell out of the ride.
And driving to the Breakfast Club at 6:15 in the morning I stop the car in the middle of the road. I look at the stars and listen to the lyrics.
“Piece of mind? Piece of cake,” David Byrne sings.
Yep. I’m getting my piece of mind back.
And I say a prayer.
“Hey God,” I call her by name.
“Thank you. Mine really has been a wild, wild life. More right now than ever! At 54 you’d think that I’d be settling down but you are God after all and knew just the right moment to knock Saul on his ass and turn him into a Saint. I trust you. I have my whole life. I’ve been on my ass a lot lately but am ready to get up. Of course you are God and all so in your time … not mine.”
I think I learned that last line in Seminary.
“And forgive Guy Sayles for talking me into going to Seminary. It really wasn’t his fault. And forgive Bill Berry if you can. And when Conner and I stand before you, I promise you will laugh.”
“We wanna go where we go, where we go, I doing wild wild life,” the song goes.
Present tense I notice as I listen.
“Thanks God,” I finish the prayer. “I need coffee now. And I wouldn’t change this life all that much.”
Goddess is snoring on the floor. I lay there and think thoughts. “Did I dream about Art Linkletter offering me a deal to take over his company because it needs music? Then I called my Dad and Mom who showed up because they love Art Linkletter?”
This is the worst time of living alone in a house that you used to share. But I think of happier thoughts and reach for the pillow on the other side of the bed.
Getting up I stumble into the shower which is full of memories. I stand there with hot water showering on my head and remember.
When I get out I throw on running clothes and Goddess is now awake waiting on a belly rub. I wish the Lady of the House a good morning, give her treats, grab the keys and head downstairs for the car.
Typically my radio is at full blast as it was this morning. As soon as it started the lyrics filled my brain.
“I’m wearing my fur pajamas … I ride a hot potato …”
And I smile.
It may as well have been God knocking Saul off of that ass he was riding to turn him into St. Paul. The Talking Heads have always knocked me on my ass and this is my favorite song of theirs.
“Like sitting on pins and needles, things fall apart, it’s scientific …”
Ah, things fall apart. They did for me. It’s a fact of life so we may as well grab hold it and enjoy the hell out of the ride.
And driving to the Breakfast Club at 6:15 in the morning I stop the car in the middle of the road. I look at the stars and listen to the lyrics.
“Piece of mind? Piece of cake,” David Byrne sings.
Yep. I’m getting my piece of mind back.
And I say a prayer.
“Hey God,” I call her by name.
“Thank you. Mine really has been a wild, wild life. More right now than ever! At 54 you’d think that I’d be settling down but you are God after all and knew just the right moment to knock Saul on his ass and turn him into a Saint. I trust you. I have my whole life. I’ve been on my ass a lot lately but am ready to get up. Of course you are God and all so in your time … not mine.”
I think I learned that last line in Seminary.
“And forgive Guy Sayles for talking me into going to Seminary. It really wasn’t his fault. And forgive Bill Berry if you can. And when Conner and I stand before you, I promise you will laugh.”
“We wanna go where we go, where we go, I doing wild wild life,” the song goes.
Present tense I notice as I listen.
“Thanks God,” I finish the prayer. “I need coffee now. And I wouldn’t change this life all that much.”
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