Jim is hosting #SLS. The prompt is Underrated Deep Album Cuts suggested by Greg’s Blog. I had to look up deep cut & found this gem. Why Go by Pearl Jam. Writer(s): Michael McCready & Eddie Vedder. Raw & emotional, just like me lately. Getting it all out of my system.
She scratches a letter into a wall made of stone Maybe someday another child won’t feel as alone as she does It’s been two years and counting since they put her in this place She’s been diagnosed by some stupid fuck and mommy agrees
Why go home? Why go home? Why go home?
She seems to be stronger but what they want her to be is weak She could play pretend, she could join the game, boy She could be another clone Ooh! Ah! Ah yeah
Why go home? Why go home? Why go home? Why go home? What you taught (Why go home?) Put me here (Why go home?) Don’t come visit (Why go home?) Mother, sing me (Why go home?)
Why go home? Why go home? Why go home? Why go home? What you taught me (Why go home?) Put me here (Why go home?) Don’t come visit (Why go home?) Mother, mother, yeah (Why go home?) Why go home? Why go home? Why go home? Why go home? Why go home? Why go home? Why go home? Why!
I’ve had a rollercoaster week, mostly self-induced but one of these days I WILL be proven right!! LOL. Until then worry takes away today’s peace & does nothing about tomorrow’s woes. I saw that on a sign in front of the Boltville Presbyterian Church many years ago. It struck me so much so that I turned around and went into the parking lot to stop & write it down. This was before cameras in cell phone days. I had a notepad & pencil in my glovebox to write down my mileage whenever I filled up the tank to calculate my miles per gallon. Now my car does that for me. Will miracles never cease?!?! I promised myself I would take the words to heart & STOP worrying but nope. Look up worry in the dictionary & you will find ME, Jilly J-Dub, with a big ole faux smile on my face. Oh well, not to worry. Let’s instead commence with the roll call.
I remembered later in the day yesterday that 8/20/22 is B’s Uncle Pat’s birthday. Pat is B’s mom’s youngest brother. He has special needs & every year a huge fuss was made on his day bringing in extended family far & wide. After G-Ma Sally passed, the siblings still had a big to-do just without all the cousins. Guess they wanted to spare us but such a shame because seeing each other for whatever the reason was always a treat. Now we’ve scattered like dandelions. And Uncle Pat isn’t doing well, in a nursing home, mostly paralyzed. My heart hurts sometimes y’all. B? He says of course he wishes his uncle was better but he doesn’t miss all that other stuff. Apparently I’m all he needs or some such nonsense. I joked with him that being his everything was way too much pressure & he should go find his own friends. LOL. Gotta laugh people, life is WAY too short otherwise.