Well I didn’t really always want to be a song writer, but, when I got up this morning, I decided that that’s what I’d do for my challenge today.
I figured, that with the catastrophes & life challenges that have crossed my path in the last few weeks, I had all the fodder for a good old country & western “somebody done somebody wrong/my horse is dead/my love left me/I got a flat on my pick up truck type of ballad.
I mean, none of that actually happened to me, but it’s pretty hard to make a song up about the downstairs wooden floor having termites in it and us having to cough up $5000 to get rid of the bugs and lay and new floor. How’s that for a sexy first verse?
Or how about, second verse, our fridge/freezer died sometime around Wednesday, but we didn’t notice until Sunday night, by which stage everything was defrosted, spoiled, or on it’s way to being spoiled, and had to be thrown out to the tune of about $700 worth.
Throw in a chorus of how my knees are hurting, I’m dealing with arseholes and I’m putting on weight before we hit the third verse about that we have to wait a full working week before we can get a repair man out, and we don’t even know if it can be fixed!
Add instrumental thinking music about here before we go into the final verse (sung with a catch in your voice) which deals with the fact that I threw the entire contents of my fridge & freezer into the garbage bin, which we’d wheeled into the kitchen because there was so much to throw out and as well as all the food we threw out, we also soaked up with towels, all the melted blood and other food juice sitting in the bottom of the freezer draw and we wrung those soaking towels into the bin, only to find that the bin had a big crack in the bottom of it, leaving a pool of bin juice on our kitchen floor.
And one more big sing-a-long of the chorus again before the music fades out.
My career as a song writer ended on the same day it started. I can’t pick a tune that I like that does my tale of woe any justice, and I just end up humming the chorus of “The Gambler”….
You got to know when to hold ’em,
Know when to fold ’em,
Know when to walk away,
And know when to run.
You never count your money
When you’re sittin’ at the table.
There’ll be time enough for countin’
When the dealing’s done.
It’s been really hard to practice Gratitude today, I spent most of the day feeling stressed and feeling sorry for myself, or just giving those who pissed me off a piece of my mind. So I had better remedy this before we hit midnight……..I am grateful for;
- The roof over my termite infested floor and
- The spare fridge.
- and Spotify, so I don’t have to listen to my own songs 🙂