Neanderpundit

I’m sick to death of this.

Used to be, or at least it seemed it used to be, that there was a bunch of winter, that I used to have to frigging walk through on my way to school, then there was thanksgiving, then Christmas, then some more winter, then spring.

Now there’s snow. No snow. Snow. No snow. Freezing cold but no snow. Snow. Cold, cold, warm, cold. snow, no snow. Cold, warm, warm, really warm, snow, no snow. Six inches of snow, snow, no snow. How about it could maybe be fall, then winter, then spring, then summer? This bites big hairy goat ass. Oh, and don’t even get me STARTED on my got-damned heating bill.

Good to have that weekend behind me. Emotional shit, that.

An aside about Dad’s favorite meal: Mom HATED sauerkraut. Hated it so much that she fed it to him damned near every day for a year. Sauerkraut, mashed potatos (dad liked ’em a bit lumpy) milk gravy. He’d make a big pile of taters on his plate, smoosh a big crater in them with his spoon, slap in a big dab of kraut in the crater, douse the whole deal with milk gravy. Stir it up. (When I was a kid, I loved it too, I called it ‘stir it up’. Hell, I thought that’s what Bob Marley was singing about) Anyway, Dad was in heaven. He thought he’d married his blue fairy godmother. Mom grew more and more disgusted at the whole ordeal until she finally said “Marion, don’t you ever get tired of eating that crap?” The answer, apparently, was no. Mom went back to cooking other things, but dad still ate until the containers were empty whenever Mom made his favorite dish.
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Give me love
Give me peace on earth
Give me light
Give me life
Keep me free from birth
Give me hope
Help me cope, with this heavy load
Trying to, touch and reach you with,
heart and soul

Oh, My Lord . . .

PLEASE take hold of my hand, that
I might understand you

Won’t you please
Oh won’t you

Give me love
Give me love
Give me peace on earth
Give me light
Give me life
Keep me free from birth
Give me hope
Help me cope, with this heavy load
Trying to, touch and reach you with,
heart and soul

Oh My Lord . . .

PLEASE take hold of my hand, that
I might understand you

Always seemed a little harsh that dad had to die on George Harrison’s birthday.

I always loved this song, and here’s a link to it, though played by Jeff Lynne and Eric Clapton at George’s introduction to the hall of fame. Not that that’s a bad thing.