I’ve Got Spurs…

Yippie yay
There’ll be no weddin’ bells for today

‘Cause I got spurs that jingle, jangle, jingle
Jingle, jangle
As I go ridin’ merrily along
Jingle, jangle
And they sing, “Oh, ain’t you glad you’re single?”
Jingle, jangle
And that song ain’t so very far from wrong
Jingle, jangle

Oh, Lillie Belle
Oh, Lillie Belle
Oh, Lillie Belle
Oh, Lillie Belle
Though I may have done some foolin’
This is why I never fell

‘Cause I got spurs that jingle, jangle, jingle
Jingle, jangle
As I go ridin’ merrily along
Jingle, jangle
And they sing, “Oh, ain’t you glad you’re single?”
Jingle, jangle
And that song ain’t so very far from wrong
Jingle, jangle

(instrumental break)

Oh, I got spurs that jingle, jangle, jingle
I got spurs that jingle, jangle, jingle
As I go ridin’ merrily along
As I go ridin’ merrily along
And they sing, “Oh, ain’t you glad you’re single?”
And they sing, “Oh, ain’t you glad you’re single?”
And that song ain’t so very far from wrong
And that song ain’t so very far from wrong

Oh, Lillie Belle
Oh, Lillie Belle
Though I may have done some foolin’
This is why I never fell
Why I never fell

‘Cause I got spurs that jingle, jangle, jingle
I got spurs that jingle, jangle, jingle
As I go ridin’ merrily along
As I go ridin’ merrily along
And they sing, “Oh, ain’t you glad you’re single?”
And they sing, “Oh, ain’t you glad you’re single?”
And that song ain’t so very far from wrong
And that song ain’t so very far from wrong

 

As soon as I saw today’s word prompt this song came to mind.

When I was a child in the 60s, my father would sing the chorus of this song out of the blue along with other songs like ‘Put Your Hand in the Hand’ and ‘The Day the Music Died.’

He loved to sing, although when he sang along with the radio his timing was always off. He sang with gusto and if you were in earshot he was oblivious and completely unselfconscious. I admired that about him.

He also loved to sing in church. He put his heart and soul into it, singing at the top of his lungs. Trying to out-sing everyone else. He had passion.

My father worried that we would forget him when he was gone. An idea that seems ludicrous to me as he was always larger than life. Oh, how I loved him.

It’s amazing how some things fade from memory after a loved one dies and time passes. But if I live to be 100 I will never forget the sound of his singing. I can hear him singing as clear as if it was yesterday.

I picked up his love for singing, and when I catch myself singing snippets of this song or that I think of him. Lately, I catch myself singing the chorus of ‘I’ve got Spurs.’ Why I’m singing it I don’t know. It pops in my mind and comes out my mouth.

I will never hear my father sing again except for in my heart where I can hear him sing anytime.

I’ve got spurs that jingle, jangle, jingle. As I go riding merrily along. And they sing, “Oh, aint you glad you’re single?”

Sailing through Life

Sailboat in a Storm.jpg

Our lives are supposed to have a purpose. Or so the experts tell us. I’ve been looking for my purpose for most of my life and I haven’t found it yet.

I’m sailing through life with no clear direction waiting to find my purpose, my passion, my mission. Dealing with depression and anxiety, my goal most days is to get through the day being somewhat productive. Some days I succeed and some days I fail miserably.

If life is like the sea than I’ve had my share of storms. Waves so high I thought I would be swept away forever. Long periods of time where every day was another storm to be endured. Days that turned into weeks and weeks into months of relentless storms. Weak and battered all I wanted to do was lay down and die. I had no strength left to fight.

But I wasn’t alone in my battle. My children lived in the shadow of my pain, fearfulĀ of what would happen to them if I left them. Changing them for the rest of their days. I clung to my life raft with an intensity only a mother understands. Cold, wet and beaten down I hung on screaming into the darkness.

When the storm was over I was thankful to be alive. The sea calmed and the skies brightened. I was going to make it.

Maybe, my purpose is simply to survive and carry on. Living a simple life. Staying alive to show my children that no matter how messy life gets we can get through anything.