Most tributes to “Fats” Domino will mention the more publicized “Blueberry Hill.” My favorite will always be, “Walking To New Orleans.”
It was the early sixties. I could feel the despiration in his voice as I walked cornfield rows, chopping weeds in hot, summer heat. It was a miserable job, and I’d rather not have been there–but, I couldn’t quit. Had to keep on walking.
Antoine “Fats” Domino, you’ll have lots of company in the rock & roll hall of fame in the sky. In my mind, you’ll always be “Walkin’ To New Orleans.”
I’ve got no time for talkin’
I’ve got to keep a-walkin’
Gonna’ need two pairs of shoes
When I get done walking these blues
Cause I’m walkin’ to New Orleans
New Orleans is my home
That’s the reason why I’m goin’
From the social stratosphere
Propped on front yard mental blocks
No swim zones–surrounded by water
With best of everything, and no money
Phenomenons learned from lemons–without limits
Never volunteered, never admitted to anything
From jalousie windows
Got the blues–their compassion
Eaten by moray eels
Didn’t care for salads
Meat, meat, more meat
Potatoes, potatoes, and more potatoes
Until they were all starched up
Played mental games
With sock-monkey puppets
Finished against head strong winds
Got my new glasses Friday. Seeing clearly, once again, was a good thing. Those that followed this blog knew I broke them Saturday, a week ago.
It’s gone from summer to fall, and back again to summer, in one short week. Influenced by those crazy nuts–Harvey and Irma.
Anyone with pets will attest to the difficulties of vacuuming pet hair. Our old vacuum succumbed, and the replacement was put to the test.
Due to our long-haired pooch, it wasn’t long before the beater bar on the new machine was wrapped with hair. Some of this could be blamed on the old machine’s failures–the new one working twice as hard.
All things considered, I wouldn’t want to be like Bill Murray in “Ground Hog Day,” and relive this week again.
Life at its worst
Life at its best
It’s still life
Life at its worst
Life at its best
It was still life
Write about something! What was I waiting for? A better story to come along? Something, was better than nothing.
Hurricane Harvey made landfall last evening. The storm continues to batter with pounding rain. Whether any of the outer bands reach here, remains to be seen. Hoping for the best.
And in other news, someone on my FB feed, posted a picture of their favorite brand of kosher dill pickles. That wasn’t fair. I happened to like kosher dills. Has anyone invented a way to share yummy things over the web? I think they should.
Do some people’s food preferences make you crazy? Sally liked dill pickle spears, but didn’t like gherkins. What was the difference? It defied logic. “Didn’t like gherkins?” Stop jerkin’ me around!”
In response to questionable behavior, on the part of one of my neighbors, “They didn’t have the sense God gave a goose.” The infraction, I’ll leave it to your imagination–other than to say, it was related, to it being an extremely wet summer.
There’s another run-off election coming up next month. Two candidates going head-to-head. I don’t care for either of them. That’s as far as I care to get into politics this morning.
I’m sitting here writing–nothing’s getting done. The house needed tidied up. The lawn needed mowed and trimmed. There was always next week.
Once, twice a year
Tired, tried, and true
Weren’t goats funny?
If these walls could talk
Wow, what a crowd!
Spin cycled thrillers
Used, abused, dirtied
Back in the suitcase
I’ve always got something to say. Just don’t want to give opinions on some things.
National and international news has been dismal of late. Trying to take the high road–not add to the divisiveness.
Love bugs seem to be back early this late summer. Weren’t they supposed to show in September? Maybe they will leave early?
Why are love bugs important? They’re not if you don’t live in the coastal southeastern United States–or, if you go on vacation to this part of the country. Their acidic dead bodies, can damage paint on the front of your car, if not removed promptly.
It’s been awhile since I’ve been without a car. No worries, I can bum rides from neighbors. till the car is released from the auto body shop.
Isn’t it crazy how all the tasks requiring an automobile flood one’s mind. So, I mowed the lawn. Now, I’m too exhausted to think about it..