“…I’d hammer in the morning, I’d hammer in the evening, all over this land…”
(I don’t know why I had to jot this down this morning; I just did; maybe it’s to get rid of the earworm that found its way in and I have no idea why. It’s not like I’m listening to Pete Seeger or Peter, Paul and Mary. Maybe it’s a hint that I should. OR maybe it’s telling me to:
—Do some work that needs to be done around the house.
—Get more politically involved.
—Think about going into carpentry.
—Speaking of carpentry, think about Jesus. (I’m pretty sure that’s not it—the Jesus part, that is. “Hey Jesus, can you fix my son’s blindness? And also, we really need some shelves for our den; could you get it done by next Tuesday? Your choice of how to prioritize our orders…)”
—Start my song writing up again.
—Stop blogging and start writing. I DO have some poems to send into Blue Mountain Press. They pay $300 for the ones they use (though I’m not sure about copyright and intellectual copyright; after the Crabby thing, I’d better look into that).
So what the heck am I doing here? What are you doing here? In the wise words of the retired Crabby Office Lady, “Now, GET BACK TO WORK!”
P.S. Did you know that Pete Seeger decided to resign from his band, the Weavers when the three other band members agreed to perform a jingle for a cigarette commercial.