#SLS ~ 9/25/22

Today the prompts are Sweet, Honey, Sugar, Candy, Chocolate suggested by Angie of King Ben’s Grandma. Thanks JIM for hosting. Some many choices, where to begin? Guess I’ll while away the hours listening and dancing until something grabs me. As I strolled down memory lane, I was going to use Sugar/Sugar sung by the Archies but pretty sure I posted that song before. Reminds me of my brother since we had the 45. We shared our records and would take turns picking what got played. Sugar/Sugar was one of his top selections. Sticking with the era, I finally chose Sweet City Woman by the Stampeders. Songwriter: Richard Dodson. Hope you enjoy!

Well, I’m on my way
To the city lights
To the pretty face
That shines her light on the city nights
And I gotta catch a noon train
I gotta be there on time
Oh, it feels so good to know she waits at the end of the line

Sweet, sweet city woman
I can see your face, I can hear your voice
I can almost touch you
Sweet, sweet city woman
And the banjo and me, we got a feel for singing, yeah, yeah

Bon, c’est bon, bon, bon, c’est bon, bon
Bon, c’est bon, bon, bon, bon, bon
Bon, c’est bon, bon, bon, c’est bon, bon
Bon, c’est bon, bon, bon, bon, bon

So long, ma
So long, pa
So long, neighbors and friends

Like a country morning
All snuggled in dew
Ah, she’s got a way to make a man feel shiny and new
And she sing in the evening
Old, familiar tunes
And she feeds me love and tenderness and macaroons

Sweet, sweet city woman
I can see your face, I can hear your voice
I can almost touch you
Sweet, sweet city woman
And the banjo and me, we got a feel for singing

Sweet, sweet city woman
Oh she’s my sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet city woman
Sweet, sweet city woman
oh my sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet city woman
Everybody
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet city woman
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet city woman
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet city woman
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet city woman
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet city woman
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet city woman

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Sunday Reflections ~ A Week in Review ~ 9/25/22

Yep I know it’s still September but I’m ready for Halloween hence the feature image. This week was rough. I had to be in office which isn’t new but what made it different was we had in person meetings. Large group gatherings. And yes I was the only dork in a mask. Another thing that made it rough was my MRI & results with next steps to commence. Good to know but overwhelming all the same. And if that was not enough, I was called out by a coworker from another area to a point where our managers had to step in. I was offended y’all, that is all I’m going to say about that.

Well wait there’s more. I was so very upset that I shared what had happened with two trusted co-workers, besties. In their defense of me, we learned some things about each other I could never have imagined. Unrelated to the work incident but about life. Goes to show 100% that you never know what anyone else might be going through so just be kind to everyone, even if you don’t like them, maybe especially when you don’t like them. And use the F word often because nothing releases pain that swearing. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!!!!! Look it up, research shows that’s true.

Meanwhile on the homefront, MoMo is declining. Friday was the first time that she didn’t recognize PoPo. She called him Griffin. I thought that was good since at least Griff is her grandson. That maybe her faculties will come back. A momentary misfired synapse. But it isn’t good when your spouse of almost 60 years doesn’t know who you are at all. PoPo is devastated. He said if there is a merciful God, he will take her now because she never wanted to live like that. None of us do.

He hadn’t called the nurses station since that happened so I did that for him. They said she refused occupational therapy & had slept over 12 hours & was still sleeping. The nurse said MoMo’s vitals were good & sleep is what she needs. They’ve said she was down for the count before & she bounced back. For now, things are wait & see. But I’m back in it again. After removing myself when things went to hell in a handbasket back in January. I don’t think she will know who I am much less accuse me of trying to send her away. Everything I do from here on out is for B and his daddy. Our sweetest PoPo.

Okay, moving on to the recap. Reversing it up again. Rebel that I am!

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

As always, more to come.