A Day In The Life Of A Cat

Random Thoughts

Imagine for a moment ~ being the president.
I sat and imagined this, and...I didn't care for it at all. In fact, I started to get a headache. This could possibly be the worst job out there for me. However, with some practice (like a month), and a few tequila shots (about 5), I feel I could deliver a better speech than our current leader.

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This is a snipit from a friends blog:

"I'm having a HUGE craving for chocolate chip cookies dunked in some OJ"

*cringe*

That does not sound the least bit tastey. Do any of you do that?

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For me, there are a two people who can write and sing songs like no one else. They can both make me cry....and smile. I cannot imagine changing the station if one of their songs is playing on the radio.

When I was 15, there was a song by one of these two people that I would play over and over and over. This is saying a lot because at the time, it was a record I was playing, so I had to get up every 2 minutes and lift the arm of the record player and set it back in just the right spot to start the song again. Man, that was a pain in the butt.

Then a few years later my brother got a Walkman. I quickly made it my own. It was damn heavy ~ all metal, and ate half my tapes. I still have it and it still works...it still eats the occasional tape. One tape that Walkman did not dare eat, is the one that is currently inside of it. I'm amazed that tape still plays and sounds good. Maybe I will go home and sit in my driveway like I did years ago and listen to it from the first song to the last. I know all the songs by heart on that tape.

I will leave you with the lyrics from the record I played over and over and the lyrics from one of my very favorite songs from the tape. Enjoy.

Empty Garden
By Elton John

What happened here
As the new york sunset disappeared
I found an empty garden among the flagstones there
Who lived here
He must have been a gardener that cared a lot
Who weeded out the tears and grew a good crop
And now it all looks strange
It's funny how one insect can damage so much grain
And what's it for
This little empty garden by the brownstone door
And in the cracks along the sidewalk nothing grows no more
Who lived here
He must have been a gardener that cared a lot
Who weeded out the tears and grew a good crop
And we are so amazed we're crippled and we're dazed
A gardener like that one no one can replace
And I've been knocking but no one answers
And I've been knocking most all the day
Oh and I've been calling oh hey hey johnny
Can't you come out to play
And through their tears
Some say he farmed his best in younger years
But he'd have said that roots grow stronger if only he could hear
Who lived there
He must have been a gardener that cared a lot
Who weeded out the tears and grew a good crop
Now we pray for rain, and with every drop that falls
We hear, we hear your name
Johnny can't you come out to play in your empty garden

Downbound Train
By Bruce Springsteen

I had a job, I had a girl
I had something going, mister, in this world
I got laid off down at the lumber yard
Our love went bad, times got hard
Now I work down at the car wash
Where all it ever does is rain
Don't you feel like you're a rider on a downbound train
She just said, "Joe, I gotta go
We had it once, we ain't got it anymore"
She packed her bags, left me behind
She bought a ticket on the Central Line
Nights as I sleep, I hear that whistle whining
I feel her kiss in the misty rain
And I feel like I'm a rider on a downbound train
Last night I heard your voice
You were crying, crying, you were so alone
You said your love had never died
You were waiting for me at home
Put on my jacket, I ran through the woods
I ran till I thought my chest would explode
There in the clearing, beyond the highway
In the moonlight, our wedding house shone
I rushed through the yard
I burst through the front door, my head pounding hard
Up the stairs I climbed
The room was dark, our bed was empty
Then I heard that long whistle whine
And I dropped to my knees, hung my head and cried
Now I swing a sledge hammer on a railroad gang
Knocking down them cross ties, working in the rain
Now, don't it feel like you're a rider on a downbound train