It is really beautiful here. Lots of live oak trees. And the ocean is just a short walk away. It was cloudy in the morning, but the sun came out later, temps in the low seventies, and it was perfect for walking on the beach yesterday. Cloudy and cooler today, but that’s ok too.

I woke up this morning to the sound of rain. It was lovely, and I went to back to sleep for a couple of hours. But not before I heard this song in my head about a dozen times

And yes. I’ll share the words here. This is Hoyt Axton singing “Bony Fingers.”

Hoyt Axton Boney Fingers lyrics
See the rain comin’ down and the roof won’t hold ‘er
Lost my job and I feel a little older
Car won’t run and our love’s grown colder
But maybe things’ll get a little better, in the mornin’
Maybe things’ll get a little better.

Oh! the clothes need washin’ and the fire won’t start
Kids all cryin’ and you’re breakin’ my heart
Whole darn place is fallin’ apart
Maybe things’ll get a little better, in the mornin’
Maybe things’ll get a little better.

Refrain:
Work your fingers to the bone – whadda ya get?
(Whoo-whoo ) boney fingers – boney fingers.

Yea! I’ve been broke as long as I remember
Get a little money and I gotta run and spend ‘er
When I try to save it, pretty woman come and take it
Sayin’ maybe things’ll get a little better, in the mornin’
Maybe things’ll get a little better.

Refrain:
Work your fingers to the bone – whadda ya get?
(Whoo-whoo ) boney fingers – boney fingers.

Yea! the grass won’t grow and the sun’s too hot
The whole darn world is goin’ to pot
Might as well like it ’cause you’re all that I’ve got
But, maybe things’ll get a little better, in the mornin’
Maybe things’ll get a little better.

I know, you probably didn’t need the whole thing, but I’m just generous like that. 🙂 It is the first few lines that go through my head when I hear rain on the roof. This is at the heart of what I love about country music – it’s real. Maybe too frigging real, (and ok, sometimes it’s BS) but songs like this just strike me as real.

Anyhow. I realized I’ve ceded the airspace around me. The sounds I hear all day at home are not the music that plays in my own head, or music that makes me smile. It’s seldom silent. I listen to the drone of the TV news in the background all day. Or my daughter’s music. Or kids crying, kids laughing and squealing, MP talking, my daughter laughing on the phone, yelling at the kids, or the gentle murmur of her voice in the distance as she tends them.

I hear myself intervening with the kids, yelling occasionally. Talking with my daughter. Playing with the kids, talking to them. Responding to MP. I hear myself talking with clients on video or the phone. But where is MY noise? Lol, does that sound ridiculous? Maybe. But I feel like I need to go back and claim more space. Airspace and physical space.

Yes, I need a room of my own. And I don’t have it, and won’t have it in the foreseeable future. So I need to take my own space right where I am.

I have all day today and tomorrow morning ahead of me here. I’m off to make the most of them. Let’s hope it doesn’t actually rain all day – although if it does, that’s ok too. Have been doing some writing, and Connections will be back.

Oh! Guess what’s coming up! Love Our Lurkers!! November 13 and 14 I think , that’s next Wednesday and Thursday. Hope to see some of you here!! (Although lurking is ok too.)