Sunday Morning...

and I can't get this song out of my head. Sang by Johnny Cash, it was quite a popular song. I heard it on radio and knew Kris wrote the lyrics.

Why is this going through my head?

My Sunday morning is filled with bird song and the background noise of various electric appliances. No one is awake yet and this is my favorite time of day when I don't have to talk and my mind can go where ever it wants to and I just follow along.

I don't worry about what I must do nor what I should do but just enjoy the moment and hope there are no disasters today.

SUNDAY MORNING COMING DOWN

Well I woke up Sunday morning,
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
So I had one more for dessert.

Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes,
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
An' I shaved my face and combed my hair,
An' stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

I'd smoked my brain the night before,
On cigarettes and songs I'd been pickin'.
But I lit my first and watched a small kid,
Cussin' at a can that he was kicking.

Then I crossed the empty street,
'n caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken.
And it took me back to somethin',
That I'd lost somehow, somewhere along the way.

On the Sunday morning sidewalk,
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.'
Cos there's something in a Sunday,
Makes a body feel alone.

And there's nothin' short of dyin',
Half as lonesome as the sound,
On the sleepin' city sidewalks:
Sunday mornin' comin' down.

In the park I saw a daddy,
With a laughin' little girl who he was swingin'.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school,
And listened to the song they were singin'.

Then I headed back for home,
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'.
And it echoed through the canyons,
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

On the Sunday morning sidewalk,
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cos there's something in a Sunday,
Makes a body feel alone.

And there's nothin' short of dyin',
Half as lonesome as the sound,
On the sleepin' city sidewalks:
Sunday mornin' comin' down.

[ More Kristofferson Kris Lyrics

Dumb As A Rock

I have heard that comment many times through the years. I want you to really think about this.

You know how I get a hold of somethin' and chew on it and I thought...what a blog!

Just how dumb is a rock? It sits there, doesn't have to do anything. It is not affected by much, if any, very little. The sun warms it, the rain cleans it, animals enjoy traveling over it, it nurtures with no questions and it gets its picture on world wide web. It does not affect it whether it is in a group or sitting alone. It takes millions of year for a good one to break down...now why would we not be proud to be told we are as dumb as a rock?

Other random thoughts for today were:

I am so glad that all my Christmas decorations are hidden...and it is only 346 days 'til Christmas.

Sharon loves glassware so I'm showing one of my favorite pieces. Yes, they are artificial grapes(the purple ones, I know the gold would not fool you).

The last thought for today is....drum rollllll, please! I wonder why when my daughter visits to use my appliances (when I'm not here), my last load from the dryer is crammed, not lightly laid, nor neatly folded with love, but CRAMMED into a laundry basket.

Plenty to think about!

I Want...

a new blog skin or template or whatever you call it!

I tried once and lost all my widgets, whatever that is! I know all my sidebar stuff got lost somewhere in no man's land. I found a three column(will that even work?) layout or skin that I loved. That's when I lost them all. Remember when all the new side pictures appeared? That was my lucky adventure day in blog changing.

Now, you must have guessed, I am computer illiterate. I know how to turn it on, sell a few things on Ebay, save many pictures and that's about it.

I am better with a hammer and nails than with a computer. Sometimes I have thought about using the hammer while operating the computer.

In fact I'm not good at many electronic gadgets. I have a cell phone that is never on. In fact, my message is: This is Gail, my phone is probably turned off, leave a message, I may check. I have one picture locked in my camera, an Olympus Stylus, and I can't figure out how to get it off there! The picture is the hanging gallows in Fort Smith, isn't that a little ironic?

Help! The only ones available on this Blog spot are boring! I want to try my newly grown computer wings but I need someone to help me jump out of the nest.

Any suggestions or sites I might try...only one qualification...it must be free or very cheap.

Whacky Wednesday

Just liked this picture Marcy took when she and my nephew, Toni, were visiting a thrift/flea market/second hand thingy store.

I think, which part of my crazy life do I talk about today?

Can't talk about work, except that it is busy.

Can't talk about the ice, already did that. Will have to wait for new ice.

Can't talk about the cows, don't want to.

Horses are long haired.

Dogs are staying in a warm spot, except when I am trying to sleep, then they are barking at coyotes or deer or the wind.

I am feeling nauseous but I sure do not want to talk about that...and I'm not pregnant.

I am sitting here with my computer in the same room with my husband watching tv. Now how dumb is that? He is watching some shooting competition and I hear Standby, shooting, then standby again. I place his shooting muffs over my ears to cut the noise but STANDBY is still coming through! I have to move this computer!!!!

Wasn't gonna talk about that either!

So I guess it is time to thank all of you for helping me keep, regain, find my sanity. Thank you for listening and thank you for answering.

Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!

Ramblings...

First I want to thank everyone for helping me end ...slow down...the hoarfrost argument. Den is still commenting and I just ignore him 'cuz I know I'm right! I did get another interesting name to throw in the pot for this lovely wonder of nature. DesertHen has shared the name of pogonip frost which is a very interesting name.

Carla had asked if we had much snow in Arkansas. Not much snow here. One year we had eighteen inches and stopped most people from moving at all. I like the kind that comes on Friday and has melted by Monday morning.

This award is for everyone who reads my ramblings. Everyone who comments and actually makes me feel like I am being heard.

Something or Someone has sent me here. If you asked me, do you want to blog, a few months ago, I would have said nonsense, I do not have the time nor the want to. Why would I blog???

I have met so many wonderful, humorous, delightful, kind, and caring people since I began.

I have learned, been encouraged, been supported and have been cheered.

I hope that I have entertained you. I hope some things I've said made a difference. I hope that I have made you smile...and sometimes, made you teary-eyed. If I have touched your heart in any way or just let you know you are not alone, this award is for you.

Thank you. Your welcome here anytime!