Day 290 – They Call Me the Breeze

They Call Me the Breeze

Day 290

Call Me The Breeze by J.J. Cale
Call me the breeze
I keep blowin’ down the road
Well now, they call me the breeze
I keep blowin’ down the road
I ain’t got me nobody
I don’t carry me no load
Ain’t no change in the weather
Ain’t no changes in me
Well, there ain’t no change in the weather
Ain’t no changes in me
And I ain’t hidin’ from nobody
Nobody’s hidin’ from me
Oh, that’s the way its supposed to be
Well, I got that green light, baby
I got to keep movin’ on
Well, I got that green light, baby
I got to keep movin’ on
Well, I might go out to California
Might go down to Georgia, I don’t know
Well, I dig you Georgia peaches
Makes me feel right at home
Well now, I dig you Georgia peaches
Makes me feel right at home
But I don’t love me no one woman
So I can’t stay in Georgia long
Well now, they call me the breeze
I keep blowin’ down the road
Well now, they call me the breeze
I keep blowin’ down the road
I ain’t got me nobody
I don’t carry me no load
Ooh, Mr. Breeze
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I really have been taking my photos….
I just have no time to get them posted as I work my way slowly through
the wedding photos that I must get edited! So here, at least, is one
day’s worth of photos. Sigh… You know, the hurrier I go, the
behinder I get.
The windmills pictured run along a 30 mile stretch of US 30 in Ohio.
They start right at the border between Indiana and Ohio and go on and
on and on. I think they are quite eerie looking, so large and silent
and I mused, as we drove along this trail of windmills, that if
Stephen King were to drive along this stretch of road, these windmills
just might find a place in one of his stories along with Middle Town,
a little burg we found while in search of some bottled water and maybe
a restroom. The locals are not impressed with the windmills as they
feel that they detract from the ambiance of the flat, flat, flat fields
that surround them.

They Call Me the Breeze

They Call Me the Breeze

Day 251 – It Has Teeth

It Has Teeth

Day 251

Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind by William Shakespeare

Blow, blow, thou winter wind
Thou art not so unkind
As man’s ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship if feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then heigh-ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.Freeze, freeze thou bitter sky,
That does not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As a friend remembered not.
Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship if feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then heigh-ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.

I am going have to think about how jolly I actually am tonight…  Jolly.  If I were on Jolly Road in Lansing, MI, I would be right smack dab in the middle of jolly, but I am just off Liberty Road and a bit down from Sunnyfield.  What does that make me?  Cold.  What do I expect though?  What I do expect and dread are the constant questions, “Cold enough for ya?”  (No, I could stand a few degrees colder and pray, give me a windchill of -15F), “Didja order all this snow?” (Yes, I did.  And I have a secret and diabolical plan to gain world domination with my weather machine), “When you gonna thaw us out?” (As soon as I accomplish aforementioned world domination, of course), “If you hate the cold so much, why don’t you move down South?” (I’ll get right on that tomorrow, as soon as my throne is constructed in the small duchy that has been languishing without my fabulousness and I get that relocation package for my family and my mom),  and “Take it back where it came from, willya?” (As soon as I get my anti-gravitation machine up and running, I’ll send the snow right back up to those clouds!).  Ah, the joy of seasonal cliché….