Friday, May 11, 2007

So...suck your toe, all the way to Mexico....

Do we ever know as children that all the things we sing song have history, and some have slurs?

I sure didn't.

I remember this one:

That's life.

What's life?

A magazine.

Where do you get it?

At the corner store (like I had ever seen a corner store in my life at this point)

How much does it cost?

Fifty cents. (like a magazine ever cost that...well, maybe, but not in my magazine buying years)

I don't have that.

That's life.

What's life?

and so on until you can't stand it anymore.

So the deed is done. Why do I have the best conversations with my folks when I'm telling them I'm NOT coming down to see them? My dad and I must have talked for close to an hour, about the Bible (Psalms, Revelation, the Inter-testimentary times, how he's doing the Bible in a Year with the Message translation...) about family stuff, about Tulip Time (I will get there, one of these years....)

So I'm feeling better psychikly (is that even a word) but my body aches. Which means I have to report to my psychiatrist. (It's a side effect of Tegretol.) Ugh.

I think I'll watch the rest of whatever Volume this is of Season Four. I'm grateful that I'm in my 30s. I don't think I would understand the nuances of the humor of SATC if I hadn't had, if my friends hadn't had the life experiences we've had.

Off to email the psychiatrist. BUT I DON'T HAVE A FEVER.* This is good. And it could just be I'm worn out, because, well, I've been running.

*I have the AC running. I suppose I could have a fever and not know it?

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Mu uncles used to say this back in the 1940's: that's life, what's life, magazine, how much, ten cents, only got a nickel, that's life, etc. etc.

Anonymous said...

So so suck your toe all the way to mexico
While you are there combe your hair and don't forget your underwear
Don't come home go live in rome where youl always be alone