#SLS ~ 5/29/22

This week the theme is songs that mention Appearance, Image, Likeness, Object, Picture, Photograph.  Jim is our host for this ride, check out the songs HERE. I’m kicking it back with old school country. George Jones singing He Stopped Loving Her Today. Songwriters: Bobby Braddock / Curly Putman

He said “I’ll love you till I die”,
She told him “You’ll forget in time”
As the years went slowly by,
She still preyed upon his mind

He kept her picture on his wall,
Went half-crazy now and then
He still loved her through it all,
Hoping she’d come back again

Kept some letters by his bed
Dated nineteen sixty-two
He had underlined in red
Every single “I love you”

I went to see him just today,
Oh but I didn’t see no tears
All dressed up to go away,
First time I’d seen him smile in years

He stopped loving her today
They placed a wreath upon his door
And soon they’ll carry him away
He stopped loving her today

You know, she came to see him one last time
Aww, and we all wondered if she would
And it kept runnin’ through my mind
“This time he’s over her for good”

He stopped loving her today
They placed a wreath upon his door
And soon they’ll carry him away
He stopped loving her today

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Bobby Braddock / Curly Putman

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Sunday Reflections: A Week in Review ~ 5/29/22

What day is it? That happens when I take time off and truly disconnect. Time warps itself just a little more than usual. I almost wrote 21 as I typed the date in the title as if I was thrown back to 2021. Doh! I don’t wanna go back. Onward through the fog and boy howdy have things been foggy. But I won’t write about that. Instead I will continue in this state of disconnection, free floating, what I want to when I want to – ness.

Oh and we’ve had visitors from WI to see my in-laws for what they know will be the last time. A schoolmate died this week putting things into perspective. Time is short. They were not visiting for the funeral, the trip was previously planned with all the mess that happened earlier this year. My mother-in-law gave an impression that they could travel when they can barely get from one room to another inside their home. The friends booked two extra days thinking they could get in one final trip in to Eagle Pass to gamble but that fell apart when they realized quickly things were worse than they’d been led to believe.

Alrighty, the roll call is not going to roll itself. Here we go …

Peace y’all. Until next time. Stay safe.

As always, more to come.