I had a very good day: I successfully ate applesauce.
So yesterday morning, during that long stretch between 2 and 10 am, when there was no sleep at all, not even fitfull sleep, I had Ode to Billy Joe going through my head. You know what has always bugged me about this song? The line And Mama said to me "Child, what's happened to your appetite? I've been cookin' all morning and you haven't touched a single bite."
Her friend has just committed suicide and you morons are prattling on like you are discussing the weather. I might not want the black-eyed peas either. Sheesh.
I tried to get Ode to Billy Joe out of my head by thinking of another song, any song, but my internal jukebox was jammed. The best I could do was another southern ballad, The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia, probably because it bugs me in a similar way.
You see, Andy didn't have many friends, and he just lost him one.
Might Andy's inability to make and keep friends have anything to do with his sleeping with their wives and then gossiping about it at the local bar? And I won't even get started on the lack of ballistics testing and why Little Sister never came forward...my assumption has always been she had a thing for Andy and was pissed at her brother for not keeping his wayward wife in line, so she let him hang. I do wonder, though, if her gun was the only thing Papa had left her, or if maybe she inherited her piece from Mama. It just seems like they were that kind of family.
Sometime midafternoon I did actually sleep, and I was most relieved, and felt on the road to recovery, when I awoke and realized the song going through my head was Stevie Wonder's A Place in the Sun.
Posted by Nic at March 15, 2005 05:04 PM