Tuesday, March 12, 2024

From CONFLAGRATION

So much of parenthood is just looking. We watch our creations do what our creations will do. Our little Frankensteins, our babies. Arise, my creation. Live. I watched his chest rise and fall as I had done so many nights before when he was younger, particularly when he was just a newborn. You run the risk of losing them then. It gets a little less dicey as they get older, but then again, does it?

Does it?

Thursday, February 29, 2024

I played this for my dying mother

Well life on the farm is kinda laid backAin't much an old country boy like me can't hackIt's early to rise, early in the sackI thank God I'm a country boy
Well a simple kinda life never did me no harmA raisin' me a family and workin' on the farmMy days are all filled with an easy country charmThank God I'm a country boy
Well I got me a fine wife I got me an ol' fiddleWhen the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddleAnd life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddleThank God I'm a country boy
When the work's all done and the sun's settlin' lowI pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bowThe kids are asleep so I keep it kinda lowThank God I'm a country boy
I'd play Sally Goodin all day if I couldBut the Lord and my wife wouldn't take it very goodSo I fiddle when I can and I work when I shouldThank God I'm a country boy
Well I got me a fine wife I got me an ol' fiddleWhen the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddleLife ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddleThank God I'm a country boy, woo
Well I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds or jewelsI never was one of them money hungry foolsI'd rather have my fiddle and my farmin' toolsThank God I'm a country boy
Yeah, city folk drivin' in a black limousineA lotta sad people thinkin' that's a mighty keenWell, son, let me tell ya now exactly what I meanI thank God I'm a country boy
Well I got me a fine wife I got me an ol' fiddleWhen the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddleAnd life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddleThank God I'm a country boy
Well, my fiddle was my daddy's 'til the day he diedAnd he took me by the hand, held me close to his sideSaid, "live a good life, play my fiddle with prideAnd thank God you're a country boy"
Well, my daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittleTaught me how to work to play a tune on the fiddleHe taught me how to love and how to give just a littleAnd thank God I'm a country boy
Well I got me a fine wife I got me an ol' fiddleWhen the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddleLife ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddleWoo, thank God I'm a country boy, yes

Monday, February 26, 2024

Nope, thanks for asking

My in-laws didn't contact me when my book was published. Or when my mother died. Or when my dog died. The last time I saw my mother-in-law, Adam had to ask her to say something. And what did she say? "Was it weird being in San Diego without your mom?" Why, no, Anita. It felt great.

If you knew I was going through shit and you just sat by and did nothing, then you're an asshole too and I have nothing to say to you either.