I have decided to write a country song. I don’t think I ever really believed the old songs that talked about the songwriter’s dog dying, the truck being stolen, the house burning down, and the spouse leaving ‘em. I mean, really??? If all that happened to me, I don’t think I would be writing a song about it!
Well, on the other hand, maybe I’ve got my own song to write this week. It might go something like this:
My son’s mad at the world and he won’t call.
Hubby’s been using me for a walking cane, so he won’t fall.
My old dawg quit eatin’ and then she passed.
What a week this has been! Geez, how long can it last?
When I stopped by Mom’s house, I set off the alarm.
The Meadows Building is costing a leg and arm.
Dog Sam has a danged infection; allergies are just that way.
Goat Bob likes to head-butt me and that’s on a good day!
Friday afternoon, to surgery Hubby will go
To fix his pain in the neck … and mine too, you know?
Termites have invaded Mom’s storage barn and garage.
What more can go wrong? Surely, it’s all been a mirage!