Aerden (aerden) wrote,
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Christmas Vacation - Day #1

My Winter Solstice entry is here. The days are getting longer, now. Yea!

I slept until about 9:30, wrapped my BIL's Christmas present, started laundry, and walked a mile, all before noon. Since noon, I've been slacking off. Laundry continues. I'm sipping on a cup of herbal tea that I received as a gift from my boss at yesterday's Christmas party and am debating whether I want to make any more maps with my new software, just for fun.

I now want to buy ProFantasy's character illustrator software and maybe a few other of their products, in time.

No MT word today, because I'm not working. You all get a reprieve from my incessant medical geekiness. (g)

TV: House was good, last night. A patient came in with respiratory arrest secondary to a pulmonary embolism/deep vein thrombosis and apparent schizophrenia. I need to start making a list of all of the disease profiles from these episodes, like I told myself I would. Before too long, I won't be able to remember what the diseases were. Already, I'm having a hard time remembering what made the babies ill in that one episode.

I didn't watch Dog or Crossing Jordan last night, because I was too busy making maps.


Angel from Montgomery

I used to listen to this song at the pizza parlor across the street from the Houston I parole office, where I worked. I love it, even if it is sad.

I am an old woman
Named after my mother
An old man is another
Child who’s grown old

If dreams were thunder
Lightning was desire
This old house it would’ve burned down
A long time ago

Make me an angel
That flies from montgomery
Make me a poster
Of an old rodeo
Just give me one thing
That I can hold on to
To believe in this livin’
Is just a hard way to go

When I was a young girl
I had me a cowboy
It wasn’t much to look at
It was a free ramblin’ man
There was a long time
No matter how I tried
The years they just rolled by
Like a broken down dance

Make me an angel
That flies from montgomery
Make me a poster
Of an old rodeo
Just give me one thing
That I can hold on to
To believe in this livin’
Is just a hard way to go

There’s flies in the kitchen
I can hear them there buzzin’
And I ain’t done nothing
since I woke up today
But how the hell can a person
Go on to work in the morning
To come home in the evening
And have nothing to say

Make me an angel
That flies from montgomery
Make me a poster
Of an old rodeo
Just give me one thing
That I can hold on to
To believe in this livin’
Is just a hard way to go
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