Once I Was Part of a Band - And We Didn't Win Any Awards

I have written this post several times this week. You haven't noticed?

Oh, pardon me. It starts something like this:

I hate January. January is stupid. January is depressing. January should go away.

I even wrote a poem on the subject earlier this week, and e-mailed it to a good friend of mine. (Brief explanation: when I say 'poem,' I mean that I wrote my thoughts and failed to communicate them in complete sentences. I make no assertion that anything I write is anything like poetry.)

Here, I will share my poem with you. It is untitled. (Yes, I am that much of a poetry QUEEN.)

I
am
going
slowly
or
quickly
insane.

Die
January
Die.

Please
can we go to Australia
now.

Because I am presently throwing my life down the drain with inactivity, wasted time, indecision, and psychosis.

Still,
I am.

Oh, I HATE January.

Though I don't like February either.

Can it just be March?????????

I actually want to hit my head against the desk, throw my computer out the window, and drive on a really long road in some really warm country really fast with all the windows down.

This
would
solve
all
of
my
problems.

I am sure of it.

The End

Anyway, so I wrote this poem, and I wrote some blog posts - in my head, and then, I went to the grocery store. Wow. That is one exciting week. I bet you're sad you missed it. Although you probably didn't. You probably did the SAME thing. And you'll probably do it next week too. But, moving on...

Since it is Saturday, they were playing some full-on, down-country music on NPR. That's the kind of filler radio show we get out here in I - O - WA. Real country music. Appalachian Mountain Bluegrass Country Music.

(Yes, that is an official term. I made it up, and I am very official. Once I was even part of a bluegrass band called: "Three Girls in a Bluegrass Band, and a Boy who plays the Mandolin." We played mainly for ourselves, and did not have any actual instruments - but that is beside the point.)

Anyway, here is this man singing, and I swear his voice came off some 8 track - or other, much older, device.

And he started talking about his next song - which was about a girl and a motorcycle - and he gave this chortle/giggle (also an official term, I tell you what) when he mentioned that it had a red-headed girl in it. And I kind of identified, you know, with red-headed girls that cause trouble. I don't know, maybe because one I know recently used her Daddy's baseball cap to sop up spilled water from the rug. Or something like that.

And suddenly, as I heard him chortle/giggle about this song, which he wasn't sure he remembered all the words too, I felt better.

Because, seriously, did you know that life is not so serious?

And did you know that someday it will actually be green again.

And as for January, let me tell you something.

The enemy's days are numbered.