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Wednesday was hot, high 80's Turkey Day was cold Friday I put up 50 xmas lights around front door Today it is near freezing, raining with possible snow in the hill country west of here. We missed a season, no fall except for falling leaves. Now it is winter cold, wet, dark.
 I've been able to paint, bundled up in cold studio, for the last three days. DS came over tonight and honestly told me my painting was boring and he is correct. Good to have a second set of eyes. I have tomorrow to push it forward. We'll see. Cracking almonds and crackling fire tonight. Put out cat carrier and sheet for outdoor cat ojn side porch. Two outdoor potted plants ok for now, no freeze called for in the next couple days. No swimming, school pool closed. Barton no sun, wind and air too cold. Monday will swim at sschool no matter the air temp. Two last weeks of class left, then a lot more time. Tags: cold, painting, winter
Current Mood: cold, cold
Current Music: WFMU - Fuckintosh - Erik Satie vs. Richard Wagner
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Name: RDA
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This is me
This is you
We're all here 'cause
We're not all there.
and so on and on
***Tumblin’ Dice***
Women think I’m tasty, but they’re always tryin’ to waste me
And make me burn the candle right down,
But baby, baby, I don’t need no jewels in my crown.
’cause all you women is low down gamblers,
Cheatin’ like I don’t know how,
But baby, baby, there’s fever in the funk house now.
This low down bitchin’ got my poor feet a itchin’,
You know you know the duece is still wild.
Baby, I can’t stay, you got to roll me
And call me the tumblin’ dice.
Always in a hurry, I never stop to worry,
Don’t you see the time flashin’ by.
Honey, got no money,
I’m all sixes and sevens and nines.
Say now, baby, I’m the rank outsider,
You can be my partner in crime.
But baby, I can’t stay,
You got to roll me and call me the tumblin’,
Roll me and call me the tumblin’ dice.
Oh, my, my, my, I’m the lone crap shooter,
Playin’ the field ev’ry night.
Baby, can’t stay,
You got to roll me and call me the tumblin’ dice, (call me the tumblin’)
Got to roll me, got to roll me, got to roll me (oh yeah)
Got to roll me. got to roll me, got to roll me ( keep on rolling, keep on rolling) |
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