Lately, Charlie’s been driving me crazy with all his aches and pains. Actually, it’s not the aches and pains, because I get it, we’re old. It’s the fact that he won’t do anything about ’em. And when I gently suggest he maybe take a Tylanol and call the doctor to see what’s what, we end up with a shoot the messenger situation. I’m worried about him and want to strangle him, all at the same time.
I’ll let him complain to you for a change.
Write What You Know
I’ve heard ’em say,
“Write what you know”
OK, I’ll give it a go:
My ingrown toenail, let’s start there
A daily source of my despair
Throbbing, no, it doesn’t care
Whatever shoes I choose to wear
I’m winded everywhere I go
Why I’m winded, I don’t know
Doesn’t matter where I’m troddin’
Every hill’s like it’s Mt. Katahdin!
Coughing, coughing, coughing, geez!
Let’s hope it’s only allergies
I broke a tooth, I’m dentist bound
He smiled and said I need a crown
Bursitis on my knee appeared
Don’t hurt none, it just looks weird
Some guys wear these fancy watches
All I got’s unsightly splotches
My left shoulder’s really shot
I can reach, but not a lot
My wife, she takes the couch instead
Of toughing it out with me in bed
Then, oh joy, when I arise
Nothing hurts! Surprise, surprise
My painful toenail’s much the lesser
‘Til I stub it on my dresser
Sorry to subject you, so
When I write of what I know
But quite apart from what I wrote’s
My wife, who helps me keep afloat
Bless her true and steady heart
As I proceed to fall apart!
You know, as much as Charlie drives me crazy, I love him to death!
That’s it for now. Catch you on the flip side.
Hear Ida Tell It: That Charlie!