Work Up This Morning
Got out of bed, gingerly, singing the lyrics to Bruce's awesome song Two Steps Up:
Woke up this morning the house was cold, checked the furnace but she ain't burning. Went out and hopped in my old Ford, hit the engine but she ain't turnin'. Giving each other some hard lessons lately, that we ain't learning, the same sad story, that's a fact. One step up and two steps back.
I always feel this way in February. It's sort of a let-down month. There's the excitement of Christmas followed by the promise of the new year...stepping up, but waiting to step backwards.
It's usually snowing. It's always cold. The tax information is being gathered. Football is over. Baseball is still a long ways off.
The other two sports suck.
Bruce's song is not a uplifting one. It speaks of heartache and a desire to believe things are working out, but realizing that they aren't.
Bird on a wire outside my motel room, but she ain't singing.
The dogs don't even feel much like going outside. Melky sort of told me this morning that she'd rather stay on top of the electric blanket.
We both got up.
The weekend is coming. A time to rest a bit. A time to hang with the boys and have a few laughs.
The two steps back are rough, to be sure, but the one step up is really cool each day.
March 6th the new Bruce comes out.
April 2nd the 27-time Yankees open up.
April 13th Bruce is at the arena.
Come on, Melky, let's get a move on.
Woke up this morning the house was cold, checked the furnace but she ain't burning. Went out and hopped in my old Ford, hit the engine but she ain't turnin'. Giving each other some hard lessons lately, that we ain't learning, the same sad story, that's a fact. One step up and two steps back.
I always feel this way in February. It's sort of a let-down month. There's the excitement of Christmas followed by the promise of the new year...stepping up, but waiting to step backwards.
It's usually snowing. It's always cold. The tax information is being gathered. Football is over. Baseball is still a long ways off.
The other two sports suck.
Bruce's song is not a uplifting one. It speaks of heartache and a desire to believe things are working out, but realizing that they aren't.
Bird on a wire outside my motel room, but she ain't singing.
The dogs don't even feel much like going outside. Melky sort of told me this morning that she'd rather stay on top of the electric blanket.
We both got up.
The weekend is coming. A time to rest a bit. A time to hang with the boys and have a few laughs.
The two steps back are rough, to be sure, but the one step up is really cool each day.
March 6th the new Bruce comes out.
April 2nd the 27-time Yankees open up.
April 13th Bruce is at the arena.
Come on, Melky, let's get a move on.
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