I know it’s been a good day when I can barley move my fingers to type. It’s been a good day when every muscle in my body is alive with festive flamboyancy, Yelping out ol’blue grass didies- (Up beat tempo folks): G, D,G,C,G I… was a juz an arm juz this mor-a-nin’ and now I’m an arm on fire oh, oh I’m on fire!
I know it’s been a good day when my stride has become a slow side to side waddle. I know it’s been a good day when my face feels hot and is caked with uncounted layers of dirt, haydust and sweat. I also know it’s been a good day when I notice I have really (really) bad B.O. and don’t givadam.
I know it’s been a good day when I watch the sunset wrap around my world even though I’m still hoping for just a little more light so I can finish my project. But nothing stops the sunset and I have to stop what I’m doing and let the vibrant color soak into my very foundation.
I know it’s been a good day when the sun goes down and I come in to eat dinner and I have to scramble an egg to eat, just to get me through cooking my dinner. A line from a Tall Boy’s song comes to mind: “I can eat more chicken than a pretty girl can fry”. I can.
I know it’s been a good day when I can barely get my clothes off to take a bath. I know it’s been a good day when I lay my head down in the quiet darkness and sink softly into sleep.
It’s been a good day.
2 comments:
It's that time of year isn't it?
" a slow side to side waddle" yeah - I got that this week.
Do you get the cramped can't-stand-up-straight walk too? I think it's called the greenhouse walk.
Yea, the greenhouse walk, something else to look forward to. also I forgot to mention how sitting down is just as hard as getting up. ooohhhh......Lots of good days ahead!
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