A Good Weekend

[flwyd]

tamheals will check in to the hospital at 6am tomorrow for thyroid surgery. So what does a couple do the weekend before?

On Saturday we had lunch at Namasté Indian Buffet without any negative gastronomic effects. In our T-shirts we then strolled along Bear Creek, admiring the prairie dogs.*

Today, we walked to the soccer field behind our apartment complex and went sledding for the first time in Tamara's life. She had a blast. And since she was instructed to eat like a pig today, we ate at Northwoods Inn.

On Saturday, I observed that sometimes Tamara gets to take care of a little boy. Other times, I get to take care of a little girl. Not to mention our three young boys covered in fur.


* with apologies to Alice in Chains
Bury me softly in this mound
I give this part of me for you
Sand rains down and here I sit
Eating dry grasses
In a burrow... brow furrowed

Down in a hole and I don't know
If I am a goob
See my home I decorate it
Like a tube
You don't understand where they
Thought I was supposed to live
Look at me now a dog
Who won't let himself give

Down in a hole, Losin' my soul
Down in a hole, Losin' control
I'd like to run
But my legs are short and I'm fat

Down in a hole and they've put all
The homes in their place
I've eaten the dirt so my tongue
Has been burned and is meek
I have been guilty
Of twiching my tail when I squeak
I will squeak no more
Of my friends beneath

Oh I want to be inside a shoe

Down in a hole, Losin' my soul
Down in a hole, Feelin' so small
Down in a hole, Losin' my soul
Down in a hole, out of control
I'd like to run
But my legs are short and I'm fat.

Comments

[tamheals.livejournal.com]

if only the prairie dogs could sing, they would clearly sing down in a hole